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"we detected a mature post" yeah I'm in my 30s

Scottish independence vote yes campaign slogan idea

Irish independence vote yes campaign slogan idea

Welsh independence vote yes campaign slogan idea

hmmm... of all the parts of transitioning, body odor was one of the weirdest ones..... i have a pretty strong sense of smell, so i noticed it immediately when i went on hormones. the sour smell my body naturally produced went away, and was replaced with something very sweet smelling, that reminded me of honey.... after I had my surgery I stopped using T blockers, and then I could tell my smell changed again, becoming less sweet again.... I brought it up with my endo, and it was one of the reasons he prescribed progesterone. taking that, my smell now feels.... hmm.... a bit sweeter again, but now more like candy apples than like honey? does that make sense?.....

*flicking you with our red string of fate*

we need to periodically remind everyone that a headline not including a person's name isn't an attempt to erase their identity from the narrative, it's just not good practice to put someone's name in a headline unless the reader can be expected to already know who they are

"if you can say the name in the article why can't you say the name in the headline?" what do you think a headline is for

dear mister "beast..." i am going to kill you with my dual shadow moon katanas on june 15th 2026 at 8:30 pm pacific time

i have chosen to spare him after he offered $100,000 for his life

You, an elf, married a human, built a small farm and raised children. Your children grew up, had families, and started farms nearby. So did their children, and those children’s children. Now your many descendants have formed a bustling city and you are known as the official “town grandparent”.

once you start noticing how fatphobic everyone and everything is, there will never be a moment you're not filled with rage

Babe wake up. Would you still love me if i split myself into two people, one ‘evil’ and one ‘good’. But actually just one who runs from pain and one who faces it. And we thought we lived in two different realities but actually one of us just succeeded in following societal rules and one failed. And it didn’t make us any happier but we’re still jealous. So now I am simultaneously the wolf and dog and the lamb and Caine and Abel and Pollux and Castor. Because this divide simultaneously protected and smothered each other. And we hated and envied and pitied each other and refused to see that we are the same person but we are and things would be better if we just accepted this but we never will and no one else will and if anyone did see all these parts of us and loved us anyways we would push them away. And this will only ever end with both of us dying but we were never really alive anyways. Okay now what if I was a worm

Some of the edgiest queers in the world who constantly talk about romanticizing cannibalism and gore is punk or whatever will turn into the literal pope when confronted with anything realistic having to do with sex like im sorry but people fuck in the park at night sometimes always have and always will and you’re going to have to go about your life without advocating for them to be skinned alive in Alcatraz