Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. BlueSky: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
I’ve got one of those “pawn shop” cheesy history channel shows playing in the background while I work on some stuff and one of the guys came across a human sized statue of a frog in a royal guard outfit and is freaking the fuck out over it. I’ve never heard a man so happy to see a frog
UPDATE: He bought it for almost 400 dollars
UPDATE 2: upon taking it out he realized it had a plug attached to it and got super psyched to plug it in and see what it does and it just…… does jackshit for like fifteen seconds and there’s dead silence before its VERY SLOWLY opening its mouth and letting out the saddest, shittiest slowed down croak I have ever head in my life and just….. he loves it. His face is lit up like a child on christmas morning. I’ve found purity in the most unexpected place
Lesbians are not just nsfw content in a search engine
Lesbians are lesbians
Lesbians are hands held in coffee shops and bed sheets
Lesbians are violets left clumsily at doorsteps
Lesbians are movie nights, spilled popcorn, and loud laughs
Lesbians are fumbling first times and not-so-fumbling 10th times
Lesbians are so much more
Lesbians are human
Lesbians are not inherently nsfw
For you to categorize ‘lesbian’/’lesbians’ as a nsfw search term is a deliberate contribution to a system of oppression functioning under a global culture that consistently over-sexualizes us, invalidates us, demeans us, dehumanizes us, and erases us, on the grounds of our lack of attraction to men.
You are directly ignoring the fact that lesbians are human, and are perfectly and undeniably valid on our own, and you are actively contributing to the toxic idea that lesbians exist solely for the sexual fulfillment of porn consumers–most often men. You are completely disregarding the fact that we have our own communities, our own lives outside of the imaginary and completely skewed concept of porn that the world perceives. You are directly and actively dehumanizing us.
Remove the ‘nsfw’ label on the ‘lesbian’/’lesbians’ search term.
It’s the sixth grade. Somehow, I had come across a catalogue for the store they bought all the school store crap from. You know, the smelly erasers and dumb keychains that they sell for like a buck apiece. So I somehow got this catalogue, and little old entrepreneur me was like “I should buy something from this and sell it at school for an absurdly high price to gain basically pure profit.” As sixth graders do. So I bought two huge tubs full of these keychains called Jellybears. This is what they look like.
So I bought a metric fuckton of these assholes for about 20 cents a piece. I start selling them at school for a buck fifty. Like I said, pure profit. 6th grade me was brilliant. I broke even in like eight seconds of me whippin these bad boys out at school. Saying these are were a hit is an understatement. They were like a home run triple, or some other sports metaphor. People are buying this shit at lunch time, between classes. Shit, one girl even admitted to selling the ones she bought off me around her neighborhood for like five bucks. I was happy to be the middleman, but I digress. The point is, not only did I gain entrepreneurial skills, I also made a pretty penny. However, a month into my brilliant business, I get a call down to the office.
I had never been called to the office before. I was such a goody two-shoes you wouldn’t believe. This was in a school that boasted like two fights per week. The ratio of cops and administrators to students was like 1:3. And there were 1700 people at this school. That’s a whole lot of authority figures for a whole lot of miscreants and ne’er-do-wells. And here I was, reading large pretentious books and wearing polo shirts, with a gigantic backpack and in an advanced math class. I was, and still am, a lame weeny. Just wanted to put that in perspective.
Anyway, I was called down to the office that day. Literally shaking in the huge chair they had for me, facing down the terrifying vice-principal, she pulled out a Jellybear.
It was the DIVA one, if I’m not mistaken. I was then given a good lecture about how I’m not allowed to sell things on campus without explicit permission, yadda yadda, the whole spiel. Except I felt there was something fishy about the whole thing. Maybe it was how she held the Jellybear in her hand, perhaps it was the way she confiscated the rest of them.
After asking around with the intense gossip network of middle school, I discovered the real reason the administration confiscated the Jellybears.
They had reason to suspect I was filling them with vodka.
They had reason to suspect that I, the tiny, stupid haired, braces-clad sixth grader who played a tuba bigger than she was was the head of a sophisticated alcohol distributing cartel in which I punctured and drained the goop from cute keychains, refilled them with straight vodka with a syringe, sealed them off with no trace, and sold them around school.
I’m not sure if I’m flattered that they assumed me capable of that sort of espionage, or insulted that they thought me dumb enough to sell middle schoolers straight vodka for A BUCK FIFTY.
really who did they think i was i was in advanced math for petes sake.
in wake of tumblr’s most recent update that makes it impossible to go through the lesbian/lesbians tags with safe search on, I’m proposing the tag #lesbiansafe so lesbians, especially lesbian minors and those of us triggered by nsfw posts can tag and search our posts and interact with other lesbians without being bombarded with pornography and fetishisation.
it’s 2016, callout culture has gone on for more than long enough now, let it die, it’s time
callout for this post wtf is “callout culture”
callout culture is falling out with someone and digging through their archive to compile a list of things they said five years ago to turn total strangers against them
callout culture is reblogging a callout post for a total stranger made by a total stranger out of a misplaced sense of moral righteousness
callout culture is overusing the word ‘problematic’ to the point where saying something out of ignorance thirty years ago is placed on the same level as assaulting children
callout culture is expecting people to disclose deeply personal information pertaining to their mental health, experience of abuse and other incredibly sensitive subjects before engaging in a discussion with total strangers
callout culture is bombarding people with accusatory messages as soon as a celebrity or tv show they like fucks up, as if it was their fault or they can do anything about it and as if it’s possible for anyone or anything to be perfect enough to be deemed worthy of fandom by those standards
callout culture is refusing to give people room to fuck up and then grow and learn and to acknowledge that people and media mean a lot to people for an enormous variety of reasons and expecting people to be able to (and to want to) just cut all emotional ties they have with something or someone when they fuck up is unreasonable and unrealistic
callout culture is claiming to stand for social justice, but driving young teenagers to the point of suicide because maintaining a sense of ideological purity is seen as preferable to remembering that we all used to be ignorant on various issues and educating those who just didn’t know any better
