evolution dysphoria

1) this art is fucking adorable

2) why do I feel this

fuck I really do feel this when I dress up

Didn’t know I would be crying over trans sylveon tonight

the "who am I kidding" really gets you

fuck i need to study

fuck i need to stud

fuck i need to stu

fuck i need to st

fuck i need to s

fuck i need to

fuck i need t

fuck i need

fuck i nee

fuck i ne

fuck i n

fuck i

fuck

fuc

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fan

fanf

fanfi

fanfic

fanfict

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fanfiction

i don't know how to make this into a story, but one of my worst attributes is that i make so much sense to myself that i can totally forget that what im doing looks strange to other people. and i just remembered this incident in sixth grade where i learned that churning milk yields butter and i was fascianted by that because i had always wondered from whence butter. so i took my cafeteria milk box and i shook it vigorously all lunch and all recess (where it was over 100, because of course it was) and i was even shaking it in class, when my teacher, who was a saint for many reasons, came over and said:

hey.

babs.

what are you doing.

and i looked at this poor, patient, wonderful man like he was the dumbest motherfucker that id ever met. and i said

shaking milk

because that is what i was doing, and the butter thing was implied because why else would anyone shake milk.

he took this in his stride. instead of doubling down, or repeating himself, he said ah, as if i had actually explained myself to him, and then he walked away because he was willing to tolerate disrespect so long as it was amusing.

people like that are why i survived to adulthood.

anyway, he really did get the last laugh because after shaking that milk for four hours, i finally opened the tiny carton when i got home, and instead of there being delicious butter there was insanely rotten froth and it smelled and looked so bad i threw up a little. so. you got me there mr. c. you got me there.

So. Uh.

Did anyone ever tell you about whipping cream?

…does it involve shaking small cartons of milk continuously for several hours?

i had a dream where tornadoes were made illegal or something i just remember like a dozen police cars driving directly toward a tornado with their sirens on and all getting sucked into the tornado

“Chain Saw” minigame from Mario Party Advance.

this is fucked up

yeah they got two of them right there

Came out of my breast appointment after having my boobs smashed like the potato and I had just buckled into my seat in the car when I saw the littlest babiest puppy and my wife was like “go on” and I was frantically scrambling out of the car calling to the man, “Please my day has been hard, can I pet your puppy?”

And the man went, “It’s not my puppy, but sure.”

I was like sir you’re holding the leash I don’t care if this puppy isn’t yours I just need to touch her and he let me and her name was Venus and when I walked away after loving on her she desperately tried to follow me which was very cute.

Day improved. Touched a puppy.

Part 1

Jazz was right. Jazz was always right, but he went against here at every turn because he didn't want her to be right. But she was, and he could do nothing to change that.

One month, he'd asked for, and one month he'd been given. In that time, he'd done his best to warn the other ghosts at every turn; yelling the news at them while they fought, opening conversations with it, even going so far as to leave messages at all of their lairs. Most of them didn't listen to him. But then the attacks started.

A week after the initial law had past had gone by as they all had, albeit a bit more tense on Danny's side. Ghosts came through the portal, did some damage, fought Phantom, were captured and taken back to the Ghost Zone, only to come back the next day.

The G.I.W and the Dr.s Fenton had taken no longer than a week to plan their attacks. Now that they could take specimens kicking and screaming to their labs, they spared no resources to do just that.

Danny watched, over the course of the month, helpless as the ghosts were captured and dragged to a place he couldn't help them.

Wouldn't help them. He is, above all else, a coward.

DpxDc #5

Everywhere but home.

The Anti-Ecto Acts applied only to North America.

The USA and Canada both permitted the capture, experimentation, and termination of ecto entities.

One night, after weeks of being constantly hunted down, Danny decided it was time to leave the continent.

At first, he was terrified. 

He didn’t even need false documentation, since the GIW wasn’t looking for his human identity, and Jazz helped him get everything he needed.

He… didn’t even have to buy a flight or something, since his speed could get him anywhere.

So, a bit anxiously, he traveled down to South America.

He had a pretty good time!

People were friendly and welcoming, excited to share the beauty they had with them and Danny found himself so much more interested in other cultures.

Being surrounded by languages, Spanish, Portuguese, and even some Indigenous ones became much easier to learn.

Traveling around wasn’t a problem, he often found people happy to take him in for a shower and a meal.

It wasn’t safe all the time, but it wasn’t because he was a ghost, which was somehow nicer.

With much less anxiety, he started to travel even more.

Africa was the obvious choice since it was the closest continent.

The main cities were rich with people and modern buildings, making him feel a bit out of place like he was in a cleaner version of Hollywood.

Going away from touristy sites, everything started to become more bare, the people still welcoming, but weary of noisy strangers. Wich was understandable, so next came Asia, then Europe, Australia, and Antarctica.

By the time Danny was in his twenties, he had pretty much visited almost every country on Earth. 

He was having fun, he really was, but in every new country he visited, he was reminded how much he wished he was waking up in his bed, spending the days with his family and friends.

Once, he met a guy in London, whose soul looked like Swiss cheese, that he helped with some ghost stuff. He was recognized as from America, so he explained what he was doing all the way in England. Apparently, the guy had connections with the Justice League and promised to help.

At several spots, he even met with Dani. Every time they saw each other, they remembered that, even if it was so diverse, the World was still very small.

He was in South Italy when his phone rang.

It wasn’t hard to keep in touch with his friends and family, sending them photos or even packages of stuff he found traveling.

He answered Jazz, as she started to cry happily about the Anti-Ecto Acts being revoked.

He… hadn’t actually believed Jonh.

His mind was blank, with her sister excitedly talking over the phone.

After five years.

He could go back home.

I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't....

Storyboard

you better not

you better not

you better not

You can tell Eureka is a queer game because it asks people to use different pronouns and they go ballistic.

Inhaled some spores, now when I speak another voice speaks underneath it

@funnier-as-a-system

[PT: Inhaled some spores, now when I speak another voice speaks underneath it / end PT]

the great thing about preserving kink as part of pride is that it’s the one thing that rainbow capitalism can never touch. I sincerely doubt that you’ll ever see Arby’s tweeting about forcefem anytime soon.

I support kinky and sexual behavior at pride, but I do have to say that I think it’s not accurate to think that capitalism can’t recuperate it. Capitalism can recuperate just about anything (including anticapitalism!) Something like kink which has an already built in commerce component (buying supplies, paying for tickets to events, etc.) is already deeply interconnected into capitalism. That’s far from exclusive to kink (and shouldn’t be like singled out as a reason to be reactionary about kink obviously) but I do think it’s important to be realistic when we’re talking about queerness and capitalism. I’ve seen some folks say this about certain slurs too, that “no one would put x on a shirt at target” or whatever, but they would. If enough people would buy it they would. There is nothing they won’t try to sell back to you.

Honestly, y’all should probably reblog this version. I sorta forgot about how capitalism encroaches onto all aspects of living and that very much still includes the sexual.

I went to my first ever actual Big City Pride Parade (I do not live in The Big City) last year with my partner (who does live in The Big City). We were watching the floats go by, I was slightly high on secondhand smoke, I was dunking on the businesses ("I am not cheering a bank"), we booed the cops and the comptroller (as one does), cheered the schools and libraries (yay books!), and at some point in the haze, there was a float with a couple of men in skimpy leather angel and devil harnesses/briefs, grinding and gyrating and rubbing their nipples. My partner turned to me and said "That's our natural gas company." "Hwat."

Imagine for a moment you’re one of Lou Wilson’s new neighbors. This guy moves in driving the joker-mobile. He gives you his number and when your call goes to voicemail you’re treated to a full gospel choir. One day you catch a glimpse through his window and he’s just scratching hundreds of scratch-off lottery tickets. He owns two jet skis.