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She/Her

This is what happens to the economy without wokeness. Until my pronouns are respected, I will destroy another 3% of the American GDP. #darkwoke

an anonymised and edited exchange between a streamer (they/them) i like and a creepy alt-right bully who made a hate video about them. tw: transphobia

alt-right chud: you might realise i'm referring to [streamer] as their chosen pronouns of 'they/them'. i assure you it's not because i respect that identity, it's simply because i genuinely can't tell if they're a boy or a girl

streamer: *hits pause*

streamer: holy shit. my friends, no gender euphoria hits harder than the gender euphoria you get unintentionally from your greatest enemy. this guy can say whatever he wants for the rest of this video, he can never take this away from me. i'm fucking reeling

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Twenty years ago, February 15th, 2004, I got married for the first time.

It was twenty years earlier than I ever expected to.

To celebrate/comemorate the date, I'm sitting down to write out everything I remember as I remember it. No checking all the pictures I took or all the times I've written about this before. I'm not going to turn to my husband (of twenty years, how the f'ing hell) to remember a detail for me.

This is not a 100% accurate recounting of that first wild weekend in San Francisco. But it -is- a 100% accurate recounting of how I remember it today, twenty years after the fact.

Join me below, if you would.

i love to read a character's stoicism as awkwardness. yeah your posture is great and you're mysteriously surveying the scene but it's because you're stiff af and don't know how to approach anyone, right?

Anonymous asked:

Could i please get a small mammal cursed bio fact if u have one

the grasshopper mouse of the southwestern United States looks like a standard house mouse but is almost entirely carnivorous and is known to kill and consume everything from less homicidal mice to goddamn rattlesnakes, which they kill by jumping onto the snake’s back and gnawing through its spine

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behold…. a Bastard

How could U fail to mention that this fool marks territory by howling? Yunno. Like a wolf

Oh. Oh I am in love with this bastard wolf mouse.

that little guy is locked in an evolutionary arms race (my favourite thing) with bark scorpions (he loves to eat those guys) - he’s not only immune to their venom, but he’s evolved such that that venom acts as an analgesic; he barely even feels the sting because the scorpion’s own venom blocks the pain of it. this effect is strong enough that they don’t really notice even when the scorpion is stinging them repeatedly in the face.

many years ago me and best friend were traipsing around the local history museum . the museum had a long overlooked mummy room on the third floor

the sarcophagus on display was open, the elaborate lid hanging a foot above the casket to barely reveal the mummy inside, like;

and bestfriend said, Sometimes they wrote messages under the lid for the Dead to read ,

and she laid down on the dirty museum carpet next to the glass case , patting the ground next to her for me to follow suit . sure enough, the underside of the casket lid was covered in inked characters , a brochure of directions to the afterlife in case they woke up all organless and confused

someone else wandered in to the little mummy room and asked if we were ok. she said, Come check this out. so he laid down on the other side.

i crossed my arms over my chest , and so did they . four bodies , seeing a message intended for one; we love you, we miss you, we hope you find your way

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