The Wordsmith

YOU GUYS IT’S DECEMBER 10TH YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY

It’s December 10th now and I’m putting this in my queue for next year.

It is indeed December 10th

I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?

TODAY

THANK WHATEVER COSMIC BEING IS OUT THERE THAT THIS CAME UPON MY DASH HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH!!!!

happy Thursday the 20th guys

keep sprinkling in the hints about saucyniss until near the end, and then have one of them go "wait. did we forget the sauce?"

reblog if you love archive of our own and how they firmly refuse to let censorship have any place on their platform

I am forever of the opinion that SO many people would be so much happier if they stopped trying to fit their relationships and feelings into "just friends" and "romantic partners". man those are two boxes. twoooo. you are an entire living being. you are alive and your brain is full of electric signals and your body is sending crazy chemicals all over the place. you cannot always cram your experiences into two neat cookie cutter shapes. you are alive on this stupid gay earth please relax and have fun. I love you

some of you need to look up alterous attraction and relationship anarchy and queerplatonicism. and some of you need to stop policing other peoples' relationships because you're uncomfortable that they don't fit into your two funny boxes. my wizard wisdom

really really funny update 2 days later. I was arospec this whole time and didn't realise. love you guys hope everyone has a crazy revelation that makes everything click into place too

when I was a kid I thought the weather guy on TV controlled the weather and he was just telling us what he was gonna do for the next few days. when he said "30% chance of rain Thursday" I thought he was just guessing how likely it was he'd wake up in a rain mood that morning

I feel like I need to explain. there was a whole internal logic here. there was fucking worldbuilding. I knew there were different weather people on the news in different places and I thought each one was the weather decider for their local area. I knew the word "meteorologist" and thought it was a scientist who had expertise in weather control technology. I never questioned why there was bad weather sometimes because "bad weather" was subjective, after all, I liked cloudy days and snow. and the plants need rain, right? so I figured the weather guy probably had regular meetings with local farmers and gardeners to make sure the amount of precipitation and sunlight we were getting was working out for the crops. I never spoke about this to anyone, because I thought everyone knew. at some point my parents had said "this guy on TV tells us what kind of weather we're going to have" and I misunderstood exactly one fundamental point and built out an enormous set of logical conclusions from there. this lasted from like age 3 to age 6 btw

Moje máma říká o špatně složeném a nevyžehleném prádle, že je ,,jak z prdele vytažené"

I love how this shows how real artists drawing a thing aren't just representing the thing, but showing you what THEY found beautiful in it.

Love every single one of these eggs. No yeah of course it's still okay to write your vampire story or whatever, even if a thousand people have done it before you. Your art will still be uniquely yours and people will find something fresh in your perspective. Paint your egg.

@copperbadge

Her normie alter ego works in a children's hospital.

It's actually so fucking weird that your identity is absolute these days. like, it's been normalized to the point we don't think of it much, but until a hundred years ago, hell even less, you could just kinda. go somewhere else, and be a new person. and that's not a thing anymore.

Yk this is fully untrue right? You can fully still do this if you're willing to change and let go of everything at literally any moment you want

since a good few people now have said this i want to be clear: you can move to a new town still and change socially, but like. the government still knows who you are. so do tons of corporations. your identity follows you.

13 hours later and the parade of stupid comments like this has not stopped =_=

a guy named Rusty cage did a video on how it's impossible to leave your identity behind unless you become a eunuch

fuck hermit I meant hermit

Identity is stored in the balls.

i think it's fucked up that there are plants that decided they wanted to eat meat

a plant's job is literally to just exist but the venus flytrap chose violence

that’s horrifying! thank you

Bury me under a mineral deficient tree please and thank you.

misogynists love to mock women who have standards by saying “no man will want you, you’re going to end up old and alone with your cats” but most crazy cat ladies had a husband at some point. men just live shorter lives than women, that’s why there are a disproportionate amount of single women 70+. a woman can have a loving husband and still end up alone in the end because we die like hamsters. lol.

*goes though the author's entire ao3 library* *leaves comments on every chapter* *subscribes to the author on ao3* *follows the author on tumblr* *follows the author on twitter* *follows the author to their house* Hi, I really like your fics—

Was explaining some gender things to a straight cis friend today vis a vis gender presentation VS gender identity when it suddenly dawned on me with much the same horror as getting to work and realizing you left the stove on, that unless you've been immersed in a queer culture for some time you'd have no way of knowing that appearing androgynous/indeterminate/wildly gender-nonconforming is HOT

(Running around knocking things over in a panic) NOBODY TOLD THE NONQUEERS THAT BLURRING THE GENDER BINARY IS THE GOAL SOMETIMES SHIT SHIT SHIT

Friend of mine at work was expressing frustration at not knowing someone's gender on sight and I had to find a way to gently tell them that thirty of my closest friends regularly leave the house thinking "boy I hope someone has to fucking take a guess today" without sounding like it was all a huge prank

i've told this story before, but pre-transition (and really pre-egg crack) i was still pretty androgynous when i put the effort in, and worked a very public-facing job. i would regularly get young children asking if i was a boy or girl, and their parents were always SO QUICK to jump in and start apologizing (occasionally calling me ma'am in doing so which i found hilarious) and i always played it down like i didn't mind, partly out of customer service muscle memory and partly because i genuinely didn't mind. it wasn't until i relayed one of these experiences to a coworker that it REALLY confused me though, because on hearing it, her instinctual reaction was to be offended on my behalf and start "reassuring" me that i definitely looked like a man and she didn't know how anyone could "mistake" me otherwise. seeing someone who knew me (as well as one can know a shut-in coworker) jump to my "defense" like that really drove it home that yeah, a lot of non-queer people do see that confusion as an insult. i still don't fully understand why and don't think i ever will