NighttheWing

Imagine meeting the most handsome goofiest genderweird butch you've ever seen and she has a dedicated probably monogamous boyfriend who to be fair is actually a pretty cool dude and you're devastated that you can't shoot your shot. Then you find out that up until last year boyfriend was certain he was gay and then he met this handsome goofy genderweird butch and was like oh I like women. Or at least women who are also men sometimes. So I'm bisexual. Also to make things more confusing they're both veterans who are actually pretty staunchly anti-military and hate every admiral they've ever encountered and the butch only went into the military because she desperately needed healthcare coverage for her father and the boyfriend was like. A legacy military brat who realized this is all pretty fucked actually. Congratulations you have encountered modern day Mulan and Li Shang

Big fan of how this has gotten a fair amount of tags that are a long the lines of "that last line hit me like a TRUCK" in surprise. And yet no one has disagreed with me. I'm taking that as a sign that I'm RIGHT

I’m obsessed with ep 15 of ohshc not because of anything that actually happens in the episode but because hikaru seems to be wearing three tank tops the whole time

I’m captivated by his triple tank swag

okay I think there’s three possible options

one binder sandwiched between two tank tops. weirdo again

my argument for one binder sandwiched between two tank tops: the binder was causing sensory issues

transmasc AND autistic boy swag

Considering that the white straps are hanging out of the black layer I think it is absolutely tank top underneath a binder, but Hikaru needs to make it look like a fashion choice (tm) as opposed to hiding it under the straps.

he’s like if I wear my binder confidently enough no one will even realize what it is and you know what he’s right.

my mom, discussing furries with me: but I don’t get all the cats and dogs, why wouldn’t you want to be a sexy animal? like a kangaroo

me: mama what the hell does that mean

my mom: so muscular

these films are actually perfect do not fight me on this

The Mummy Returns (2001)

camp

My tattoo artist told me his teenage son came out to him as trans by giving him a bunch of blue cupcakes and a greeting card that said "it's a boy!"

"That's cute," I said.

"It was NOT cute!" he snapped. "I thought he was pregnant."

Happy trans day of visibility 🩵🩷🤍

i think we should bring this back (with some amendments ofc) if we ever needed an "internet etiquette" for the younger generations, now is the moment to remind them. purity culture kills fandom

as well as the three laws of fandom:

Don't Like, Don't Read (DL;DR), Your Kink is not My Kink And That's OK (YKINMKATO) and Ship and Let Ship

📣 Purity culture kills fandom! 📣

NO ONE LIVING hasn't been squicked out by something. There's over 7 billion of us, my delights and disgusts aren't universal. So I move on. Don't like the ship? Move on. Don't like____? Move on.

I am not an exception. Neither are you. I don't like it I move on and shut my gob about it because everyone everywhere is squicked out by something and they need to put the thing down and just…motor.

This but also:

Frames this entire post and hangs it over the fireplace.

I think it was about a month into dating my betrothed that I first turned to them and said, “You smell hungry, want to get some lunch?”

“I what? I smell hungry?”

“Yeah, like, the empty smell. Aren’t you hungry?”

They were, but it was hard for them to accept smelling a state of being. After a few weeks of me pointing it out right before they realized it themself though they asked, “What does hunger smell like?”

“Bad.”

“That’s not helpful.”

“It’s like… an emptiness that goes past the mouth? Bad breath is more upfront but hunger is like you’re smelling stomach acid, it’s all the way from an empty belly.”

They started smelling my mouth in exaggerated silly fashion but eventually they did start to recognize it.

They’re now very smug when they get to use the skill back at me and inform me that I’m hungry.

What does that mean!!!

Sheets, I mean this in the NICEST way possible:

Your writing style perfectly encapsulates the Tumblr vernacular and style about just posting about a thing where context may or may not reveal itself as you read the post. Your posts do that, and then as you get about the halfway point, it turns ever so slightly left into the uncanny valley, so that by the end, the reader is simultaneously confident that they just read a piece of surrealist fiction, and yet intrigued by it.

I myself finished reading this, and was at the same time going ‘that’s not a thing’ and ‘I wonder if I get really close to my partner, if I could smell his hunger’. And then in classic tumblr fashion, I scroll back up to see OP, and once again, it’s @foldingfittedsheets.

There’s another tumblr user I follow who’s similar, but slightly different, called @seat-safety-switch . The surrealist vibe definitely makes you wonder if these posts crossed over from social media in another universe where things are juuust slightly to the left. In this case, a universe where hunger has a scent.

It’s real, I live your world, I walk under the same yellow sun and breathe the same air.

But also you should look at the notes to see what else people can smell because the list is like: ants, blood sugar, pregnancy, and getting sick. It makes me look like less of an odd little creature if you see other people do it too!

>It’s real, I live your world, I walk under the same yellow sun and breathe the same air.

this isn't really helping your case, sheets

I know. It’s really embarrassing that I made a typo, I meant to say “I live in your world.” Without the “in” I look like a little freak from another dimension.

a bit after I first saw this post I was kissing my wife and thought her breath smelled like the description and asked if she was hungry and she said yes so I think you were very correct and accurate

I think kafka’s diaries are the strongest evidence that journaling is not necessarily good for your mental health

it's because he didn't use washi tape

You've gotta love Jews more than you hate Nazis.

You've gotta love trans folks more than you hate TERFs.

You've gotta love your unhoused neighbors more than you hate the billionaires.

You've gotta love immigrants more than you hate ICE.

You've gotta love queer kids more than you hate christian fundamentalists.

You've gotta love fat people more than you hate the diet industry.

You've gotta love disabled people more than you hate the insurance companies.

You've gotta love your fellow humans more than you hate the worst that humanity has to offer. You don't have to like every person you're fighting for, and you sure as hell don't have to give up your righteous anger, but hate is ultimately corrosive.

You've gotta love.