I want a shirt that says down with cis now

You’re cisphobic.

i can live with that

☝️freshly hatched .just borned

ffirds big fat tummy...

how many times have i made this exact post.

reverse gatekeeping. I am on my knees begging people to engage with the source material

what it feels like losing another mutual to that 911 show where those guys havent even fucked yet

that ford character

Uhh guys why did my doctor recommend cbt for my fibromyalgia. I'm open to treatments but cock and ball torture seems a bit far.

running a disability blog is genuinely insane because we'll say basic shit like "hey people with cancer don't have it easier" and someone inevitably loudly responds to argue against this and refuse to back down. and like every other note is someone saying "yeah when i told people i got cancer they spat in my face" or "people treated me like i was already dead" or "her husband was yelling at her for ruining their holiday because if her cancer made her piss blood (a legitimate concern) she wouldn't be able to fly and she told him this" [<- real story about someone i know]. i mean it's easier for me to see notes on my own post but like it's not like other people can't check them too. am i out of my mind like what. and this happens with every goddamn thing it's like [harrowing story of abuse] x 15 and [one guy who thinks you're talking shit and disabled people are privileged crybabies]

"trans women are pressured to undergo surgery to get anything close to the same amount of respect as their cisgender counterparts (already not much)" and "trans women deserve to feel comfortable in their bodies and this often includes surgery" are two things that coexist. they are both true things. you do not need to demonize surgery while making a point

stanford pines' love language is quality time.

he feels like he lost so much time, so many years stuck in the nightmare realm that he relishes any moment that he gets to spend time with you.

the most monotonous tasks like brushing his teeth or folding laundry feel so much more enthralling with you there.

wanting you to tag along on his anomaly hunting, eager to see the excitement and awe in your eyes with every new anomaly you encounter.

sitting underneath an impressive oak tree, your head resting on ford's lap as he reads or is writing in his journal.

no words need to be spoken, just the two of you relishing in each other's presence.

"say ford, do you ever get tired of our routine?"

"no, not particularly. what makes you ask?" he hums, glancing down at you with a raised brow.

"just curious, you've just had such exciting adventures in the past. i know you were literally stuck in another realm, but i sometimes wonder if this gets boring." you admit, fiddling with the leaf that had fallen from the tree, the colors transforming with the changing of the seasons.

ford closes his book, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your forehead suddenly.

"my dear, i could never be bored in your company. any thing i get to do with you is truly an adventure of its own."