hi all,
just wanted to let you all know that a) i will be away from my computer all weekend, but b) i am in the process of setting up my mermaidia legacy/siren’s call stuff!! i have contacted everyone i have reblogged, so if you didn’t get reblogged, please message me!! it’s likely i missed a notif or tumblr messed up, so please let me know <3 (and yes, you can still submit!)
on a personal note: tomorrow’s my birthday but it doesn’t feel like it! age 23 is like … where I always thought I’d be able to start my life and do the things i’ve always dreamed of, so that’s cool. just gotta be patient with myself and my circumstances I guess (^:
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i feel soooo cute with my short hair. I feel sooo me with my short hair. every time I pick up my scissors to trim or cut my hair I think about my two horrible exes and how they always told me my hair looks best long and that it makes me so feminine. I think of them and I cut it a little bit shorter each time and feel a little bit more like myself each time
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i totally get where the uprising of anti plastic surgery sentiment is coming from, but you guys have no idea how alienating it is for those of us who have undergone plastic surgery for things like congenital deformities, burns, reconstruction, and not the least of all gender reaffirmation. plastic surgery isn’t about vanity or appealing to men, and, unless they’re just super dodgy (in which case they probably aren’t a good, accredited surgeon anyway), plastic surgeons aren’t there to pressure you into changing your face or telling you what’s ugly about you. plastic surgery is deeply rooted in the self and alleviating dysphoria. the harsh anti plastic surgery sentiment going around right now is just heightening the stigma most of us feel already
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If my mom sees a significant amount of blood she gets lightheaded, and has fainted on some occasions. Once it happened when we were kids, I wasn't there to witness it but I heard the story from my dad. Basically my brothers, around 7 or 8 at the time, were playing outside while my mom was making their lunch, and she accidentally cut her finger. It wasn't anything serious, but it drew a fair bit of blood and she passed out. My dad saw this and rushed over, but he didn't really know what to do so he just sort of started slapping her to wake her up (not recommended, but he had no idea and panicked)
At that exact moment my brothers both came in from playing, and all they saw was our mom unconscious on the floor and our dad slapping her. So, like, without even saying a word to each other they both just INSTANTLY start whaling on him, like, full blown attack mode to defend our mom. Which obviously didn't help the situation, but she did wake up and everything was fine.
Now our dad says that he's actually really glad they attacked him over what they thought was going on, because it means he raised good boys. And I still think that's true, they're very good boys.
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
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Loving reminder from your land history auntie:
North American golf courses have had 50-100 years of arsenic and mercury based fungicide and herbicides applied to their soils.
Do not eat anything that has been grown on a golf course or downstream from a golf course. I know it sounds cool and radical, but you are too valuable to poison yourself with heavy metals.
Protect each other, turn your local golf course into a pollinator garden, not a sex forest or community garden.
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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“Leaving a fang out is vampire blepping” lead to “astarion yawns like a cat”
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