had a fucking hilarious dream that tumblr replaced the "block" function with the far funnier "glock" function, which did the exact same thing except whenever anyone blocked you a random bullet hole, like a png of a bullet hole, would appear on your blog. discourse blogs were unreadable bc you'd go to the page and the sheer amount of bullet hole pngs stacked over the blogs obscured everything. I woke myself up laughing
idk i dont mean this with as much derision as might bleed out but it is exceedingly clear that some of you were never considered retard-faggots as a child and therefore never subject to the subsequent torments Pure Children would subject Retard-Faggot Children to.
[* the use of these slurs is not reclamatory but is also not pejorative. the use of these slurs is academic, technical, and descriptive.]
Battersea Bridge (1885) by John Atkinson Grimshaw
trans and otherkin plural culture is accepting that my body will never truly be me, but it can be mine
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“You can’t be a system!! You and ___ both do this!!!”
We still share a brain.
“You and ____ LOVEEE this!!”
We still share a brain.
“You and ____ talk very similarly!!!”
We still share a brain.
I do love a good dance with yourself. evil clone? alternate reality version? past version? future version? metaphorical representation of the true self? they should all do a homoerotic little waltz
sometimes being a system is like having a twitch chat in your brain but sometimes its like banging your head against the wall in the dark to find a switch that will send a working-but-very-dim bat signal to the other side of the world and just praying they’ll see it and understand