genderkoolaid:

genderkoolaid:

btw there is nothing morally superior about not having drugs in your body. having drugs in your body does not make you “impure” or “tainted”. whether you take meds to treat mental illness or a physical disability, or you take hormones, or you do recreational drugs, you are not a worse person for that. the idea that humans should stay perfectly unchanged and that anything we do to alter our bodies is inherently morally unacceptable is bullshit. you are not a better person just because you do not use any drugs, and people who do use drugs (for whatever reason) are not worse people because of that.

#honest tae god thought this was about weed for a second and then realized it was about medication

I mean this very much is about weed. Like its also about medication but I specifically put “recreational drugs” on there for a reason. This post is about weed and alcohol and literally every drug. I made this post largely for former and current drug users and addicts.

nyxsomnia7:

fiddlepickdouglas:

emeraldrain55:

i-am-midnight:

becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot:

becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot:

becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot:

becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot:

becausewhatiam-iswhatimnot:

heythereclifford:

radiolightning:

Here is the fudgiest brownie in a mug recipe I’ve found

Here are some fun sites

Here is a master post of Adventure Time episodes and comics

Here is a master post of movies including Disney and Studio Ghibli

Here is a master post of other master posts to TV shows and movies

*tucks you in with fuzzy blanket* *pats your head*

You’ll be okay, friend <3

i will reblog this everytime it shows up because any of my followers could have a bad night right now

All these links, besides the first, are broken. So here’s some more.

Here’s an emergency compliment

Here you can play 2048

Here’s a playlist of Bob ross

Here’s a website to watch movie’s and shows for free

Here’s a website to watch documentaries for free

Here you can to nothing for two minutes

Here you can break something. It’s good for anger

Here’s a button to press to make everything okay

Here’s a site to cut something up (TRIGGER WARNING)

Here’s a site that makes you a website depending on a song you choose

Here’s a gay comic. It’s adorable

Here you can spend Bill Gate’s money

Here you can draw your own island

Here you can learn about patterns website’s use

Here you can get your life stats

Here you can listen to the Tucker Zone (Headphones needed)

Here you can see how fast you’re moving

Here you can see the progress of time

Here you can see the future of the universe 

Want some more? 

Here’s the butterfly project

Here’s a snickerdoodle mug cake

Here’s a link to some free audiobooks

Here’s something to read when you feel like a burden

Here’s a secret

Here’s my playlist of some sea shanties 

Here’s another secret

Here’s a link to some cool websites 

Here’s a blog that gives you recipes for when you’re low on spoons

Here’s some Brony Headcanon’s

Some more? I’ve got plenty

Here’s 100,000 stars

Here you can control the weather (TW FLASHING IMAGES)

Here you can weave silk

Here you can make a castle of your own

Here you can make a kaleidoscope drawing

Here you can explore recursion

Here you can play a jelly block game

I’m back with some more! 

Here you can draw with pasta

Here you can draw logo’s from memory

Here you can play this is sand, here you draw cool sand designs

Here you can play The Organ Trail

Here’s a customizable white noise website

Here you can simulate gravity

Here you can create your own guardian of the galaxy

Here you can make your own galaxy

Here’s a website you can get some support at.

to find later

Here you can split circles into smaller and smaller pieces (I found this really satisfying)

Here you can have images of people point to where your pointer is

Here you can paint someone’s nails

Here you can grow a garden across your screen (Audio included)

Here you can try out all kinds of mind illusions (Trigger Warning: Flashing Lights)

Here you can see how many miles you have scrolled

Here you can watch a website load forever, although you might be getting enough of this on Tumblr mobile

Here’s a rickroll

Here you can remind yourself that you’re awesome.

Here you can throw trash into a dustbin only for it to bounce right back out (Audio included)

Here you can make sand dunes using sand (Audio included)

And here you can generate more cool websites like these

pinning thissss

And yet more!!!

Here you can listen to a gentle rainstorm

Here you can make snowflakes

Here is a Line Rider feature film with relaxing music

Here is the entire script to the Princess Bride (many don’t need it but it’s fun to read anyway)

Here is an abbreviated script for the entirety of Book 1 of A:TLA that I made out of anger at the film that definitely doesn’t exist

Here is a playlist of the top 10 most relaxing songs ranked according to science

Here’s a site where you can make a dude beatbox with fun animations

I’m fully aware I will need this at some point.

mari-wrongway:

I suggest that we start using the term ‘creatives’ instead of ‘content creators’ for authors/artists/gifmakers/podficcers for a few reasons, and chief among them are these;

we can’t always be our most productive, but there’s a terrible trend of fandom folks feeling bad if they don’t have something new to post every few weeks

you’re still a creative person even if you aren’t creating something at a given time, for whatever reason

and something it’s taken me far too long to learn myself: making things is not the rent you pay to be part of a community

silks-stuff:

violetwylde:

kyraneko:

deathcomes4u:

hasenfu:

furryanarchistsnufkin:

mother-entropy:

avon-vila:

aceofsquiddles:

accept-nothing:

aceofsquiddles:

cowboyslovingboys:

jasminethegothbunny:

aaliyahbreaux:

aaliyahbreaux:

I wonder how many gay people are actually transgender & dont know it because people thing being transgender is transitioning when it’s literally just not being cis.

like I had a friend tell me last night “all my life I wanted to be a girl. even to this day, like if someone told me I could transition & look like you or *insert another trans woman idk* I would do it in a heartbeat” and when I was like omg ur transgender he was surprised? like he was like wait just wanting to be a girl makes me transgender even if I dont do anything about it? and like its harder to pinpoint non binary people but if u have a desire be a different gender ur transgender. transitioning is a choice but being transgender is not.

“One of the symptoms of being a girl is wanting to be a girl.” Don’t remember where I heard that but the quote is my life.

This is one of the posts I can explicitly pinpoint as helping me realize that I might not be cis. The biggest symptom of being trans is wanting to not be your gender. It can also be dysphoria, it can also be euphoria, it can also be presentation, but wanting to be something else is all you really need.

#wait so ur telling me#‘i dont want to have a gender’#can mean#‘i dont have a gender??’
I would also like to know… for reasons

Confirmed. How to know you’re agender: You don’t want to be anything else. You look at the options for gender and gender presentation and decide to go back to bed

Bold of you to assume I got out of bed

Nah but seriously thanks for the insight

So, if I look at gender and say “this is some bullshit and I want no part of it”, I guess that makes me agender?

if that’s how you wanna identify, yeah.

feeling anything mentioned in this post doesn’t mean you have to identify as trans, but feeling anything in this post is literally all that’s necessary to identify as trans if you want to.

fuck gatekeepers forever.

👏if👏you👏don't👏feel👏cis👏you're👏possibly👏not👏cis👏

i mean this is literally what jvn said

This is one of those things where you can go 25+ years of your life not realising that actually no not everyone secretly wishes they were some mashup of male and female and that you are, in fact, genderfluid as fuck.

You can want to be the other gender.

You can want to be another gender.

You can want to divorce all connection to the gender you were born into.

You can want to keep it as an origin point that shapes your journey.

You can want to be more than one gender at once.

You can want to be more than one gender, at different times.

You can want to be no gender.

You can want to be sort of in between genders.

You can want to be both genders.

You can want to be rid of gendered body parts you already have.

You can want to keep gendered body parts while also being another gender.

You can want to be rid of them but not want the side effects of excising them.

You can feel dysphoria at being shaped like/viewed as/treated like a gender you don’t want.

You can feel euphoria at being shaped like/viewed as/treated like a gender you do want.

You can change your mind or adjust your goals or refine your wishes.

You can be stationary and fixed in your identity.

You can be fluid and changing.

You can be extremely gendered in your presentation.

You can be not very gendered in your presentation.

You can be androgynous.

You can be a little of both.

You can be a lot of both.

If gender is a line you can cross, as the words trans (across/on the other side of) and cis (here/on the same side of) indicate, you can cross it in any way you like, including dancing on top of it.

Be happy.

Be you.

This is an extremely affirming post.

Bless tumblr for posts like this, because even though I’m older than a lot of people here this stuff still applies, in a way moreso because it’s stuff that I never had the opportunity to process in my actual childhood.

So I’m processing it now. And this shit really helps, so thanks.

probablyasocialecologist:

“From the 16th century, the European population grew while welfare deteriorated and food access declined. But this must be understood within the context of the emerging capitalist system. Productive capacities that could have been used to meet people’s needs were instead diverted to service elite accumulation. Land that could have been used for food cultivation was enclosed and used for other commercial purposes. Furthermore, capitalist elites seeking to increase the size of their labour force used pro-natalist state policies to prevent women from practicing family planning. Similar considerations pertain to Latin America. Mexican wages fell to subsistence levels in 1800, when the population hit 5 million people. But pre-Hispanic Mexico had a population of up to 18 million people. If in 1800 the land could only support 5 million at bare subsistence, it was because the colonial economy was geared towards elite accumulation rather than local food needs. We should not ignore the relationship between population growth and ecology, but we must not treat these as operating in a social and political vacuum.”

— Dylan Sullivan and Jason Hickel, Capitalism and extreme poverty: A global analysis of real wages, human height, and mortality since the long 16th century

royalhandmaidens:

happy holidays to the people who never get to hear it said to them

to laborer who works and sweats through ramadan with no sympathy from their employer

to the kids who’ve had to explain that, no, hanukkah isn’t “jewish christmas”

to the students and workers who aren’t allowed to take time off for their holidays when time off is freely given for christmas and easter

to the kids who are called “savages” and “barbarians” by their teachers when eid al-adha is covered in class

to the parents who wonder if they ought to get an xmas tree for their kids so they don’t feel so alienated at such a tender age

to the families in diaspora who are celebrating without their loved ones

to those living as minorities in places that demand they shed their culture and identity in the process of assimilation

i see you. you are valid.

inkskinned:

i witness pictures of a “relaxing” woman and i think: it is funny how they see us. in the movies under the shower, the actress stands with shaved legs, leaning into the water, opening her mouth with a sensuous sigh. our sleepovers are supposed to come with bras and tight panties, laughing our painted lips over pizza you don’t see us eat. we take walks in the park in good heels, look excellent after running, always have a gentle smile on our pristine faces.

an artist draws a piece about how women alone don’t have to be sad that they’re alone, they should relish in it, which i thank him for giving me permission to do. the result of his work is half-nude ladies draped like linens over their couches, flashes of thigh gaps and open lips, breasts swelling pleasantly, a yawn and and stretch that shows off her hipbones. 

the only evidence i have that i’m normal is considered comedy. our reality is comedy. lying in bed under three covers, bra off but sweater on, laptop positioned directly under lack of a chin: that gets a laugh. in the movies, the quirky girl in a cute-ugly but somehow flattering pajama set gets caught at the supermarket and it’s a nice romantic scene where we find out how awkward it is for her to exist without makeup, without her best effort to please sexually. she sees her boss or her cute friend or whatever else makes us laugh and cringe and the next time we put on “real clothes” before we go out shopping.

the real world exists somewhere outside the picture of women. we come home and strip off our bras, but instead of that being a still image of a delicate female stepping away nude, it’s a moment of our peacefulness. the narrative so often stops here, us heading our improbably slim legs to the bedroom. but instead our breasts don’t always hang evenly, instead some of us do not have breasts, instead we swipe a hand over our tired faces and smear our makeup but are too lazy to take it off. our bodies crack and crunch and do not stretch like a cat but instead in weird directions, we rush out our breath and slouch and barely keep our eyes open. we lie with our thighs touching and our stomachs hanging because it’s comfortable. we sling ourselves undainty over whatever will support our weight. our showers consist equally of staring into the void as of unflattering angles while we wash; our bodies never come pre-shaved and for some reason our underarm hair is really persistent or our leg hair is dark and shows even after shaving or maybe both. our sleepovers mostly feature netflix and wine, getting food on our faces, eating until our stomachs make round pleased hills, talking trash and swearing up storms more than we paint our nails. we don’t go to the store in cute-ugly clothes, we go because we forgot to buy tampons or we dropped all our rice on the ground or because we’re human and we need supplies to survive. 

there is a very strange body-positive rule where somehow, we always end up under the slogan “beautiful.” our loneliness, our adulthood, our moments where were are not even being judged - i should remind you that those are beautiful too. but the truth is that you don’t need to be beautiful. and these moments in particular, that belong to you: they’re yours, they don’t need to be told that they exist in some plane of desirability. who cares if they’re ugly, if they’re truly self-serving and unflattering and indelicate. when you are home, you are finally human, returned to skin that itches in awkward places and ugly habits and it’s okay. they won’t show you a version of that without laughing about it, but we are real, we don’t keep ourselves perfect in even our peaceful moments. it’s okay. i know you might be worried what happens if you get a partner or roommate and they learn you live this way, that you’re messy and forget to brush your teeth sometimes and get food all over the place when you eat and i’m telling you: you’re not unusual. you’re just human, and these moments aren’t somehow shameful. they’re not untouchable and unspeakable because they’re not pretty. because instead they’re human.

we aren’t here to be watched, and we don’t need your approval. we weren’t created to always please. sometimes we get to take a break from beautiful.

jxthics:

happy tdov, y'all

i’m from texas and i had to move away after coming out in middle school, due to it being unsafe to be a trans man in texas. with the recent news going on i wanted to put this in bluebonnet fields. i hope everyone else doesn’t forget about trans rights for rural and southern people, because it really does feel like a whole other world between city and country sometimes and we have got a lot of work to do

[id: a trans man in a field of bluebonnets. he has a cigarette and a cowboy hat, which is tipped over his face. he is pre-op, and shirtless, with blue jeans on. he is reclining and wrapped in a trans flag. /end id]

wiisagi-maiingan:

Temperatures are starting to drop in a lot of places so here’s a reminder that you should never plug space heaters into power strips. Space heaters require a higher wattage than power strips can handle, which can result in the strip overheating and catching fire.

Don’t put space heaters around clutter either and don’t run them when you’re asleep or out of the room. Make sure all your smoke detectors are working.

A cold house is awful, especially when space heaters are your only form of heating, but you know what’s worse? Your house getting burned down.

dingdongyouarewrong:

just because a thing is bad does not mean every argument against it is inherently logical or true