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🎀 Lady Lovely Locks and the Pixietails: The Golden Ball; written by Harriet Marcelle and illustrated by Pat Paris; published in 1987 🎀

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this trans day of visibility, i want to highlight and celebrate intersex trans people.

society ignores intersex trans people and tries to erase this overlap. and also ignores complex intersex experiences around gender. society denies our intersexuality, or our transness, or both. even in queer circles we are often seen as "basically cis" or "basically trans" or "intersex aka own separate species that can have nothing in common with other queer people."

intersex trans people are often denied gender affirming care. intersex trans people get their bodily autonomy attacked both as intersex and trans. even in trans accepting circles like gender clinics, we often face ignorance and incompetence.

people feel entitled to know and question our anatomy, physiology, transition goals, identities — everything about us.

our bodies belong to us. our identities belong to us. our experiences belong to us.

we deserve bodily autonomy. we deserve representation. we deserve recognition. we deserve celebration. we deserve pride.

intersex trans people, i love you.

the nether is terrifying because it is hell and monsters live there who want to hurt you. however, it gets even more terrifying when you think about Intentional Game Design. a world where you'll die if you try to sleep. you could get stuck there, growing wearier and wearier, until your eyes start to blur with the waves of heat rising from the earth. when you cave in and lay your head to rest the ground will explode. the souls trapped in the dirt will scream with you. you will never be heard. this world will rip you apart for the crime of being human. you cannot win. you cannot rest now. there are always monsters nearby.

THERE WILL ALWAYS BE MONSTERS NEARBY BUT THE CURSE DOES NOT APPLY to the baby ghast that you can scoop into your arms and take with you to the beautiful heavens above. you can sleep next to a ghast because it is not a monster, the universe tried to trick it into becoming one. the world tried to rip it apart for the crime of being free.

#posts they have like 10k notes to me

it would except the universe isn't kind

Anonymous asked:

Can lyrebirds also mimic human speech like parrots or just ambient noises and other birdcalls?

yeah they can imitate full sentences! here's one complaining about no sunblock

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If I went camping and kept hearing shit like this from locations I couldn't identify I would start believing in ghosts

The worst is when they mimic kids crying and screaming and shit, which they do often in zoos because they're zoos

Taronga Zoo in Sydney had an emergency evacuation . . . and the resident lyrebird learned to mimic the evacuation alarm, complete with the "Evacuate now" voiced by a very Aussie sounding human.

Okay that clinches it I fucking hate these birds

Animal designed to cause psychological damage

Anonymous asked:

consider the scenario: for each consecutive day that you eat the same exact thing, you get paid $1000. you can choose what you eat, but every day after that must be the same. you dont have to pay for the food, but you have to prepare it (or if you eat out/order in, you still have to order it yourself). you only get this opportunity once.

how long do you participate?

a single day. fuck this.

a few days

about a week

a few weeks

about a month

a few months

about a year

a few years

many years

i could do this my whole life tbh

Last year, I was talking with my mom about parenting and she said "well at least I never made you feel like I didn't love you"

I proceeded to tell her about a time when I was a kid and she was yelling, screaming, and throwing things, and I said "I love you" in that small timid kid voice and she said

"well I don't love you right now"

Our relationship was never the same after that and she didn't even remember that it happened.

The axe forgets but the tree remembers

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