pan pride
here are some images of pansexual pride because i don't ever see any pan representation and it breaks my heart.
please non-pan people reblog it would mean the world
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pan pride
here are some images of pansexual pride because i don't ever see any pan representation and it breaks my heart.
please non-pan people reblog it would mean the world

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I love that Leverage really goes out of itâs way to show us that just because you break the ârulesâ, it doesnât mean youâre breaking the rules. Rules and laws and society are all made up, at the end of the day, and all you really have is your own moral compass and sense of justice; is this just to you? Is it right? Should it be OK for companies to put people in insurmountable debt for the rest of their lives just because our medical care is so expensive in this modern day and age? No law or rule should change what you know in your heart is right and wrong, and I think thatâs the key thing that makes someone a good person in my eyes.
#there was a time when parker wouldnât have noticed, #not because she lacked the capacity to care, #but because she had narrowed herself, #to stay alive she cut off as many unnecessary things as possible, #watching her get them all back, #is one of the glories of this show (via @seananmcguire)
Leverage hands down has the best character development Iâve ever seen.
This scene hit me like a brick. My parents were hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt when I was 16 bc Iâd had cancer the year before (my treatment ended up being free but the initial ER bills and such were not).
But somewhere along the line they just⌠Disappeared. My mom says theyâre not being paid and theyâre not in collections. Itâs almost as if someone out there didâŚexactly what Parker did.
Ever since I saw this the first time, Iâve imagined it was Parker doing it. That she and Hardison had a free weekend and decided to take it out on a collections agency. That I was one of the lucky ones who got a little Leverage.
I think being transhet is very sexy and galaxy brained actually
people on this site loooove to shit on straight people and I understand the impulse but trans heterosexuality exists on an entirely different plane of nuance and complexity. cisheterosexuality is taken-for-granted, default, easy, and fundamentally disimilar to how trans people navigate that same attraction. finally being able to express my love for women in a way that is comfortable and freeing because I no longer have to pretend to be a woman while Iâm doing it has allowed me to find peace with myself in a way no other label or gender configuration has. years of berating myself for not understanding why I feel so out of place in wlw spaces and discussions, for why I felt so off-balance and phony in my celebration of the joy of loving women, for why I couldnât understand that wrestling out the internalised homophobia I had as a teen didnât alleviate my discomfort with being with women as a woman - these fears and concerns are now settled because I realised I am in fact a man. transheterosexuality takes just as much internal scrutiny, just as much self-reflection, and just as much courage as realising youâre gay or bi, and there is just as much joy to be found in realising you can experience sexuality on your own terms as a trans person.
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- enjoy words and images
- love friends
THINGS I CANNOT DO
- zoom call
- assignmence
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too bad, im showing you anyway
a non-photoshopped picture of someone actually wearing them, for your viewing pleasure

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Has anyone else noticed how, when you have a chronic condition of some kind, that thereâs always the basic assumption from people around you that youâre not already doing everything you can?
Itâs all about the illusion of control. People who are healthy like to believe they can always keep being healthy if they do the right things. They donât want to think about how good people get struck with terrible circumstances for no reason. So they keep assuming that if they got sick, they could do something to make it better. And if youâre still sick, that must mean youâve done something wrong or not done enough.
Nail. Head. The same attitude can be seen in how a lot of people talk about poverty.
was just Remembering how youâd be out with a friend and youâd each order a different cocktail and youâd ask âwhatâd you get?â and theyâd read the description off the menu and youâd be like âooh that sounds goodâ and then theyâd say âtry it!â and then youâd have a lil sip of their drink and theyâd have a lil sip of your drink and youâd decide which one was best and you wouldnât give each other a life-threatening respiratory infection
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their childâs gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.Â
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.Â
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
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hey dsmpblr if youre wondering why everyone is saying you should reblog posts heres why
these are some random posts i pulled off my dash that have nothing to do with mcyt (both general tumblr posts and other fandoms)
here are random mcyt posts i pulled off my dash (including art, theories, writing, and meta)
the average ratio of likes to reblogs for the first set of posts (general tumblr, not mcyt) is 1.7:1 likes to reblogs. the average ratio of likes to reblogs for the second set of posts (mcyt) is 4.3:1 likes to reblogs.
reblogs are the only way for a post to be shared, a good ratio for a post is around 2:1, even 3:1 is a decent ratio.
mcytblrs average is 4.3:1.
REBLOG POSTS.
âbut i dont want to spam my followersâ thats what the queue is for.
âbut my followers/mutuals dont want to see posts about dream smpâ thats what sideblogs are for.
âbut i dont have any followersâ so? nobody on tumblr cares how many followers you have, if anything youll gain followers by reblogging things.
reblog posts.
reblog posts!! thats what this platform is for,. if youâre new here, thats the beauty of this platform! you dont have to worry about clogging anything up. its SUPPOSED to be full of shit. you can also go back and RE REBLOG stuff! without the original reblog even disappearing! if i see that youâre reblogging stuff, im more likely to follow you. it means i get a wider variety of content on my dash while its still in the same niche i like! like, i dont stay in the tags. most people who use this platform donât continuously search the tags unless theyre looking for smth super specific. even if you post only original stuff, i would follow someone who also reblogs stuff faster. itâs about the variety honestly. sideblogs are alsoâŚ. super nifty, like op said. this blog specifically is a sideblog. i use it regularly and in posting and reblogging ive grown this blog fairly quickly? not that i have a large following, i just have more followers on this blog than i do my main. so its not like you cant grow a sideblog.
tumblrs a really cool platform and itâs even cooler when itâs utilized the way it was made for!!!

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âMy friend told me a story he hadnât told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, âWhoâd believe that? How can that be true? Thatâs daft.â So he didnât tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love. When he was a kid, he said, they didnât use the word autism, they just said âshyâ, or âisnât very good at being around strangers or lots of people.â But thatâs what he was, and is, and he doesnât mind telling anyone. Itâs just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but thatâs okay. Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying âshyâ or âwithdrawnâ rather than âautisticâ. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he canât quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the filmâŚ! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. Itâs a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure. It was âLabyrinthâ, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening. âI met David Bowie once,â was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention. âYou did? When was this?â I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already. He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him. He told the story as if it was heâd been on an adventure back then, and he wasnât quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence. It was thirty years ago and all us kids whoâd loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist? I asked him what happened on his adventure. âI was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. Heâd heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me. âHe gave me this mask. This one. Look. âHe said: âThis is an invisible mask, you see? âHe took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. âPut it on,â he told me. âItâs magic.â âAnd so I did. âThen he told me, âI always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesnât take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too. âI sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better. âThen I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me. â'Now weâve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know weâre even wearing them,â he said. âSo, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life. âIt was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me. âI still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.â I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter. What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye? âDavid Bowie said, âIâm always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.â And then it was over. Iâve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.â My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale. âThe normal reaction is: thatâs just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.â But I do. I really believe in it. And itâs the best story Iâve heard all year.â
â Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)
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I hate English
English might seem complicated, but it can be understood through tough thorough thought, though.
Fuck you
What makes this worse is English has a relatively low number of homonyms but the way we denote vowel sounds is just a fucking nightmare.
-ough- has 8 different separate ways to be pronounced. This what happens when you try to shove a language with 13 vowel sounds into a writing system that only has 5, and then dont standardize based on the actual sound. English is nightmare to learn for anyone whose native vowel range is less than that which happens to be most languages.
Fanfic be like, "if you don't have your own gay little man, store bought is fine"

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Dogs react to their name being called.
Hereâs one good thing to come out of 2020:
Paleontologists completed a life-sized replica of Sue, the most complete T. Rex ever found.
And she is freaking GORGEOUS!
As I read more about this beauty, I found out some new details regarding things I thought I previously knew about the beast that was Tyrannosaurus Rex, and Iâm going to share them with you.
First, and most obvious, her size:
This is nothing new, we all figured T. Rex was big, but I for one never stopped to consider exactly how big it was. Nobody ever really knows what to imagine when they read about something the size of a whale that walked around and ate everything it could kill.Â
Speaking of eating things, I just want to remind you all that T. Rex hadâby milesâthe strongest bite of any terrestrial animal living or dead, somewhere around six and a half tons of force. Thatâs over six times greater than the current estimate of what Allosaurus was capable of, and three times what was delivered by the highest measured reading of the living title holderâthe estuarine crocodile. It didnât have to waste time swinging its head open-mouthed like Saurophaganax for a little extra oomph, or grow fancy serrated teeth like Carcharodontosaurus to cut pieces out of its prey. It opted for the simplest approach: get its mouth around something and crush it to death; imagine the full weight of an elephant on whatever was between this thingâs jaws.
âHow did it find something to eat?â I hear you asking. âIt canât see something if it doesnât move, right?â
Listen, I love Jurassic Park too, but thatâs a big crock of shit.
Notice how both her eyes face forward. That gives her binocular vision (the ability to focus both eyes on one target, like you and I). More importantly it means she has impeccable depth perception due to overlapping fields of vision from each, large, eyeball. Researchers agree that T. Rex not only had incredible vision, but that it was probably better than most modern animalsâincluding eagles, hawks, and owlsâand that she could likely spot something three and a half miles away. If something that big can see that well, it doesnât matter if you move or not, sheâd be able to tell if it was an animal trying to hide or a piece of vegetation. So pray she isnât hungry if she lays eyes on you. And even if by some miracle she didnât see you, sheâd still smell you.Â
If she decided you looked tasty, you probably wouldnât hear her coming as much as youâd feel her. Modern science indicates that T. Rex didnât roar like in Jurassic Park, but rather bellowed or maybe even hissed like crocodilians. If she were on to you, youâd most likely feel this sense of unease creep up your spine as a low-pitched rumble in the air permeated through you. You wouldnât know what it was or where it was coming from until you hear her footfalls. By then itâs too lateâyou could try to run but sheâd probably catch you. Thereâs plenty on YouTube that reconstructs what T. Rex may have sounded like, and itâs legitimately haunting. Â
To wrap all of this up, the one bit of good that came out of the cursed year that is 2020 is that this wonderful child of science and art came into the world, and reaffirmed my respect and admiration for the eight ton slab of muscle and teeth that is this magnificent creature.
âŚand it is nothing if not magnificent.
I honestly expected like three notes, what happened!?