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Okay, I'm trying to follow the logic here.
So eggs = women, cis centric and reductive but sure I follow.
Peaches? Don't peaches = butt? Do men not have butts? Are peaches vulvas?! 🍑??? This looks like a butt to me.
Onto the next door, sausage = penis right? But then what the heck is a banana? Also a penis? Why would they have it twice?
Do cis men have hemipenes?
And no butt??
Further more, if you're equating women with eggs, should you not equate men with sperm?
Clearly these bathrooms are not for humans but for a species of parthogenic females with butts on the left and hemipeened non-reproductive individuals with no butts on the right.
So basically bathrooms that one species of lesbian parthonigenic lizard.
Additionally, what in the poorly drawn chemical configuration is this?
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Lines from RWRB that made me laugh out loud/inadvertently snort tea up my nose
Chapter 15
He tries not to think too hard about his face on chocolate bars and thongs
“Delicate hetero sensibilities”
“Backyard-shooting-range motherfuckers”
“I majored in nouns”
Leo, who is somehow crying more
The whole accidentally-falling-in-love-with-your-sworn-enemy-at-the-absolute-worst-possible-time thing
@estrellami-1
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unjust-dust · 10 months
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Pluto 👀
Pluto - tell us about a supernatural event that happened to you?
So I read tarot, which some people could say is supernatural in itself, but this is just for some context in the story.
Anyhoo, I used to work in an Amazon warehouse so I worked with some heavy machinery from time to time, and every shift was almost the same bc I was seen as one of the best people for sorting unusually shaped packages.
I was reading some tarot before my shift and I thought, I'll ask about my upcoming shift and see if anything interesting happens. I pull a card, and I shit you not, it was the 10 of Swords. Basically this meant disaster something bad is going to happen. Now I'm not one to tempt fate so I didn't ask any follow-up questions because the 10 of Swords might not even concern myself, it could be something about the warehouse etc. I swiftly forget about the card and I go to my shift.
That shift I got reassigned to a different department. It's nothing unusual, sometimes they're a worker down and need someone who's trained there (I was the unlucky soul who was). This time I was working in Problem Solving where you have to grab packages off a roller conveyor belt and fix broken labels etc. I lower my hand to the belt, and one of my fingers deadass gets STUCK in the conveyor. I am in severe pain and panic, I shout "Help!" and I'm trying to say 'turn off the machine!' but I am frozen in panic. My hand frees itself eventually but I am a blubbering mess, I'm sent to first aid and my finger is fine but I go home because I'm traumatised.
I'm in the car on my way home and it hits me. 10 of fucking Swords.
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starwarmth · 1 year
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i just read the summary of Moby Dick and. what was that
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row-mance-101 · 2 years
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How did I come out as a lesbian, then nonbinary, then come out as a bisexual trans-man, then somehow end up back at nonbinary lesbian?
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okay send me requests for post double or nothing fics. i have a few ideas but i love hearing y’all’s thoughts you fucking psychopaths that i cherish
my list of aew wrestlers that i write for has been updated with some new faces so you can look at the ‘who i write for’ post or my aew masterlist
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thelove-rs · 10 months
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STOP THINKING THERE IS A DEADLINE. THERE IS NO DEADLINE. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TAKE YOUR TIME.
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twinwound · 8 months
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mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head
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a-gay-poptart · 2 months
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I have found the best ally
Straight and cis people will say that they are allies, but you will NEVER measure up to my dentist.
Me: "Hey, is it ok if I can change my name on my info from [DEADNAME] to Sai?"
Random woman that I wasn't even talking to in the chair next to me: "Honey, if that's the name you had at birth, [DEADNAME] is your only name."
My dentist, very slowly turning her rolley chair towards the woman: "Shush."
Random woman: "Excuse me?"
Destist: *closes privacy curtain while staring bullets at the lady*
Me: *pissing myself laughing*
My dentist while changing my name in my info (reminder that English is not her first language, she immigrated from Russia): "There, Sai, you have pretty boy teeth. Smile and make all girls swoon."
Me not having the heart to tell her I'm not transmasc but I'm Agender, and still pissing myself laughing: "Thank you [DENTIST NAME]."
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zealockthegreat · 22 days
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8pxl · 4 months
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so a huge list of artists that was used to train midjourney’s model got leaked and i’m on it
literally there is no reason to support AI generators, they can’t ethically exist. my art has been used to train every single major one without consent lmfao 🤪
link to the archive
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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hardly-a-p3rson · 1 month
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woah
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elodieunderglass · 7 months
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changes and trends in horror-genre films are linked to the anxieties of the culture in its time and place. Vampires are the manifestation of grappling with sexuality; aliens, of foreign influence. Horror from the Cold War is about apathy and annihilation; classic Japanese horror is characterised by “nature’s revenge”; psychological horror plays with anxieties that absorbed its audience, like pregnancy/abortion, mental illness, femininity. Some horror presses on the bruise of being trapped in a situation with upsetting tasks to complete, especially ones that compromise you as a person - reflecting the horrors and anxieties of capitalism etc etc etc. Cosmic horror is slightly out of fashion because our culture is more comfortable with, even wistful for, “the unknown.” Monster horror now has to be aware of itself, as a contingent of people now live in the freedom and comfort of saying “I would willingly, gladly, even preferentially fuck that monster.” But I don’t know much about films or genres: that ground has been covered by cleverer people.
I don’t actually like horror or movies. What interests me at the moment is how horror of the 2020s has an element of perception and paying attention.
Multiple movies in one year discussed monsters that killed you if you perceived them. There are monsters you can’t look at; monsters that kill you instantly if you get their attention. Monsters where you have to be silent, look down, hold still: pray that they pass over you. M Zombies have changed from a hand-waved virus that covers extras in splashy gore, to insidious spores. A disaster film is called Don’t Look Up, a horror film is called Nope. Even trashy nun horror sets up strange premises of keeping your eyes fixed on something as the devil GETS you.
No idea if this is anything. (I haven’t seen any of these things because, unfortunately, I hate them.) Someone who understands better than me could say something clever here, and I hope they do.
But the thing I’m thinking about is what this will look like to the future, as the Victorian sex vampires and Cold War anxieties look to us. I think they’ll have a little sympathy, but they probably won’t. You poor little prey animals, the kids will say, you were awfully afraid of facing up to things, weren’t you?
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ruporas · 27 days
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dragon meat, you, and me
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yeahiwasintheshit · 8 months
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