Gender Is A Fuck And So Am I

Anyone who has worked a real job knows the look of someone standing there looking at something that's gonna fuck up their afternoon

i could recognize this expression, this stance, the strain in the voice over the phone from a hundred yards away

and if you think that's not a fair example because firefighters are used to showing up to stuff that fucks up a whole afternoon, consider the full picture

One of the best writing advice I have gotten in all the months I have been writing is "if you can't go anywhere from a sentence, the problem isn't in you, it's in the last sentence." and I'm mad because it works so well and barely anyone talks about it. If you're stuck at a line, go back. Backspace those last two lines and write it from another angle or take it to some other route. You're stuck because you thought up to that exact sentence and nothing after that. Well, delete that sentence, make your brain think because the dead end is gone. It has worked wonders for me for so long it's unreal

I don't remember where I heard this now, but I absorbed the advice, "if you're stuck, count ten sentences back and start again from there". It's not always ten sentences back, for me, but it does force me to look at the last handful of lines I've actually written on a sentence instead of a story level, and that is eminently helpful in unsticking myself most of the time.

I recently resolved a point where I'd been stuck for months not by changing anything in the scene I was currently writing, but by realizing I needed to add another scene before that one to establish key information I couldn't work into the current one

HEY WRITER MUTUALS COME GET YOUR WRITER JUICE

OP: the stall owner I often order spicy 炸串zhachuan(skewers) from whipped out an impromptu Inner Mongolian grassland dance

#being nice is important #Bad Thoughts are just electric jello having an Experience (via @thursdayplaid)

I know that HRT gives you secondary sex characteristics in one direction or another, but we HAVE to stop telling nonbinary people that they “can’t pick and choose.” Of course, you can’t tell your testosterone that you’d rather not grow chest hair, but there are things you can do!

You could go on T so your voice drops and start shaving so you don’t grow a beard. You could start HRT and then stop once you get the permanent changes you like. You can pursue sterilization instead of bottom surgery. You can get top surgery without being on T. You can go on E and work out a bunch to bulk out your muscles. You can pursue laser hair removal or electrolysis to remove unwanted hair, with or without HRT. You could even just start hormones to see if you like it and then stop if it isn’t to your taste.

Obviously, you can’t order secondary sex characteristics a la carte, but we have to stop being so awful to nonbinary people. We should discuss the options we have, not shut down the conversation with “that’s what you get.”

been listening to the knuckles raps from sa2 while pretending to not know the music is from a video game and i highly recommend the experience. really good from the perspective of a normal rapper who talks about ghosts trying to kill him and his ability to telepathically detect gemstones in the earth

i did this once while driving a classmate who knew nothing about sonic to college and she said in full seriousness ‘it’s so sad that he feels like he can’t depend on anyone but himself’

ONCE AGAIN, the rose afro concept DOES NOT MISS!! 🤌🏾🔥

Black women showing each other wholesome encouraging love and y'all worried bout the poem quick-typed on Twitter. Stop it.

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Oh no fucking way

Like, people love the idea of Zelda as gracious and princessly and Link as the comparative woodlands goblin, but, virtually all of the ‘starter environments’ Link is in have this common ground of being very warm and interpersonal, everybody knows everyone. And in BotW, when Link does talk to people, he’s noticeably witty, cracking puns (like the infamous selection menu around the Sand Seal), or joking around about things (”I’m gonna BURN THINGS”).

While with Zelda, Zelda tends to be in environments that are very regal, but also very cold. When she’s not, you get incarnations like Sheik who is rather distant and aloof, or Tetra who basically hinges a lot of her caring in complaining about how she can’t believe you’re going to make her save your miserable butt again.

So I like the idea of Link as effectively the Watson to Zelda’s Sherlock- he might not follow every second of her royal education, voracious research habits, and impeccable deductive intellect, but, he’s also the kind of person who can linger in a tavern inconspicuously, pick up a lot of local gossip, and strike a conversation with a total stranger about their prize-winning racing cucco. The less scripted and formal the environment, the more at ease he is.

Link who hates the pomp and circumstance of an important position because he’s aware that being on a pedestal just makes everything awkward, locks his tongue in its least cooperative mode, and he worries about Zelda, because Zelda lives here all the time.

And Zelda who’s sort of amused, distantly, at the idea Link could feel bad for her, she’s doing fantastic, she’s good at this, but… yes, if she’s being honest, she doesn’t get people, she never has, she doesn’t know how to deal with any of it, if Link and Impa aren’t here then her best friend is her horse, honestly, or perhaps a little mechanical gizmo that she built that toddles around after her and gets very distressed when it encounters insurmountable obstacles like a single overturned pillow.

Because I think it’s fun to think of Link and Zelda as a team, as people who are friends and have things they genuinely enjoy about each other, so it’s fun to imagine them comparing and contrasting in some ways. 

I know this is a joke but like, yeah. It is. I promise you.

See, I had graduated early from highschool and then got my associates in Zoology. But then, from ages 18-23, I was medicated with antipsychotics and (for those last two years) a deadly combo of sedatives due to misdiagnosis after misdiagnosis, and then a psychiatrist who was legitimately on drugs and just writing random shit that almost killed me.

Anyway, needless to say, my brain turned to mush and stopped working, and it took me 6 years to get some sort of bachelors degree (in fashion??) and I graduated at the bottom of my class.

And then I got properly diagnosed (the “psychosis” was just narcolepsy) and got off all those meds. And I was so afraid my brain was permanently fucked. And it is, cause of the narcolepsy part, but the narcolepsy doesn’t kill the parts of your brain where your smarts are.

But I went back to school. Got another bachelors studying sustainable tourism. Turns out my smarts hadn’t gone anywhere when my brain turned to mush. I graduated with a 3.98 GPA.

Now I’m getting my masters in biology studying the intersection of tourism and the conservation of the critically endangered Cozumel raccoon. And doing well. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Your brain is not a muscle in the literal sense, but it is a muscle in the sense that the more you use it, the better developed it becomes. Not using it might make its usefulness dip for a bit, but that doesn't mean it's gone forever. You might have to work your way back up, start with easier exercises (puzzles, creative exercises, critical thinking questions) before jumping back into the stuff you used to do, but like a couch to 5k slowly ramp up the difficulty and you'll get there in the end. No one's brains are useless, you just gotta meet 'em where they're at.

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nothing more disappointing than a shower with low water pressure. i don't want to feel like a wet sad beast left out in the rain i want to be power washed.

he's getting used to his new surroundings