So anyway aromantic and asexual people are inherently LGBT+ and belong in the LGBT+ community
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My personal brand of humor is "horrible, useless advice delivered in an authoritative way" and this is the result of it
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Running around the moors in this lace nightgown is not enough, I need to transform into a horrible beast and scale the walls of this fucked up old manor.
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i think this is really cute. it also escaped containment from a fetish forcemasc blog. both things can be true.
Hey @punkrorschach How was the devil’s sacrement?
i’m a crossdressing polyamorous queer androgynous trans man whose verse and a switch. i am the devil giving the sacrament.
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Friendly reminder as we head into tax season (for US Americans), that the major tax preparation companies are fully prepared to lie and mislead you into paying for their tax preparation software when you might qualify for free software through the IRS.
Don’t fall for their bullshit. Visit IRS Free File and see what services are available to you. The requirements vary depending on your household status and income, but if you make less than $79,000/year (which is nearly everyone I know), you probably qualify for something.
HR block also did this shit to me, fuck em
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“but my girlfriend said she’d break up with me if I started hrt…” FUCKING LEAVE HER THEN!!
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It really says something that a lot of monogamous people consider polyamorous and aromantic to be "opposites" but every polyam person I know took one look at aromantics and said "they're just like me for real"
Poly folks x aro folks in the sense that "alloromantic heterosexual monogamous people view love and sex as an entirely different entity than me, and that makes life kinda strange"
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you know what I definitely will give ATLA credit for, in retrospect? no push for zuko to reconcile with his father. no weird, dissonant 'yeah he's an abusive fascist but He's Still Your Dad' thing going on. fuck you. he's going to jail.
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You choose the situation! You can be singing a song, reading a speech, performing a monologue, etc. but you’re alone onstage and the audience seats are full.
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Not even kidding that's literally what happens in the book 😭
ver-goddamn-batim
not to mention- and they're not all fully aware of this until they actually get there -the main attraction of the Philsophy Club is a game where participants agree to be randomly chosen by lottery to have sex with other randomly-chosen strangers, in whatever permutations the MC tells them to
other characters do go, and the scene involves one of Glinda's and Elphaba's (male, deeply closeted) friends strapped naked to the underbelly of an (also male) sentient Tiger while said Tiger performs cunnilingus on a tied-up woman with glowing paint on her nipples. and also the woman is lashing the Tiger with a riding crop
I am not, and I can't stress this enough, making any of these elements up
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new facebook rules are looking GOOD fellas!
wow thats quite bad. these are meta’s new rules so this goes for instagram and threads too
man these rules also ban fuck the police.
they had to make a special carveout for venting about branch-swinging she-devils and faithless horndog men after your nasty breakup, incredible
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Hey, I know it's a new year and things are pretty scary at the outset.
But I'm here to tell you, of all the things in this world that are gatekept, hope is one of them too.
Just because you're not hearing hopeful news doesn't mean it's not happening.
I have subscriptions to several specialized science magazines via institutional access, and I wake up every day to articles in my email like "We've just figured out how to catalyze the destruction of PFAS [forever chemicals] into harmless byproducts. Now we're just trying to take it to commercial scale." (Real story I read last month and sent to a friend who has deep anxiety about PFAS!!!).
For every big scary problem the mainstream news is capitalizing on through fearmongering, there are people behind the scenes, many of them scientists, working to ~~~ and succeeding at ~~~ solving them.
The news of the solutions are just often behind a paywall, whereas you're free to consume as many stories of tragedy, crisis, and impending doom as you want.
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In my humble opinion
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Anonymous asked:
For the micro story thing - 2 "this was a mistake"?
Edwin has had all the pieces the whole time, which is the most embarrassing part of all this. Or, at least, it will be if he survives.
Because he has long known that humans are not the only creatures to leave ghosts, whether they be glowing skeletons looming through forests or intangible birds soaring through the skies or, that one time that Edwin still doesn't completely understand, an incredibly neglected Tamagotchi.
And their client told them explicitly how he died: he was killed by a vampire.
But it never occurred to Edwin to question whether there was a gap between their client <i>being killed by a vampire</i> and <i>becoming a ghost</i>, and what might have been in that gap.
And it never occurred to him not to go off alone with the client.
Now that he is pinned against a gravestone by a form that is somehow both ghostly and vampiric, and so cold that pulls heat from Edwin's self that Edwin didn't even know he had – now that the fangs cut his skin as easy and savage as a knife –
Well. It's safe to say this was a mistake.
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I loveee fantasy settings doing magical exhaustion:
- burnt out pyromancers emitting steam and smoke
- tired cryomancers shivering with visible foggy breath
- weary necromancers looking ill and hearing voices
- frazzled healers receiving the same cuts, bruises, and injuries of their patients
Druid, low on magic: I'm [coughs up flowers] fine.
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3. I trusted you - for the micro story game?
"You," Crystal says, keeping her voice in a low hiss to try (and fail) to hide the shake in it, "absolute traitors."
Charles – or Charles's disguise, which is kind of Charles and kind of not – straightens his James-Bond level fancy cufflinks with no sign of regret. "We said we'd hang out with you for a fun night on the town," he says.
"Precisely," says Edwin, also in disguise, except where Charles went all classic tux Edwin went a bit more...Crystal doesn't even know how to describe it. Offbeat for a normal red carpet, too boring for the Met Gala? His disguise is wearing a variation of his normal suit, tailored close to his curves, with a cravat covering the part of his disguise that Crystal refuses to think of as an ample bosom. "We are all going to have a marvelous time."
Crystal looks again at the museum, and the truly obnoxious banner across it proclaiming ART* by Maddy Surname and Seth von Hoverkraft.
"I hate you both," she says.
"Well." Charles slips his arm through hers in a mockery of gentlemanly behavior, what with all the backstabbing and involvement of her fucking parents. "I plan to go in there and talk to literally everyone about how I'm your teacher at your new school and you're doing so well and you're so amazing and it's just been an inspiration to everyone how mature you are."
Edwin doesn't take her other arm, but does step up next to her as well. "And I," he says, in that melodious voice this disguise has, "intend to spill a drink on at least one of your parents. Do you have a preference as to which?"
Crystal chokes on air at that.
Charles leans forward a little bit to talk around Crystal and address Edwin. "Don't worry, mate. You can get one, I'll get the other, yeah?" He looks at Crystal again; the disarming smile is just as effective in this random face. "What's that thing you said the other day? 'Teamwork makes the dream work?'"
Crystal sighs, and forcibly takes Edwin's arm. He grumbles, just a little, in protest, but it's the least he can do.
"To think I trusted you," she says, and starts with them up the steps to the museum.