Caveat: I curse a lot and talk pretty candidly about stuff that makes some people uncomfortable. I have Fibromyalgia, so expect lots of ranting and invisible illness stuff! Also, expect pictures of pretty, pretty men. All gorgeous men are my muses.
peebles teach me how to be you
can we just talk about this for a minute
because seriously i have so much respect for the adventure time team. they’ve made a successful cartoon that isn’t random poop and fart jokes for a solid eleven minutes. sure, adventure time has its immature moments, but then there’s parts like this.
pb’s backed up against the wall in a position that’s way too common in today’s society. you can tell she’s scared and uncomfortable. so what does she do? she beats the shit out of ricardio.
she doesn’t “play nice”, she doesn’t “let him down gently”, she tears off his limbs and stomps on his face. then ricardio tries to play the nice guy card and she has none of it. it’s refreshing to see something aimed at children that doesn’t state that girls need to be polite and sweet and stand by while someone makes them uncomfortable.
basically, i love this show and i love how it teaches girls something that’ll actually come in handy some day. god fucking bless.
And this is back on the dash again. Always reblog.
Peebles is bad ass. Lady R is bad ass. Marceline is bad ass. Flame Princess is bad ass. Fionna is bad ass. These ladies ROCK and this needs to be stated as often as possible.
At least she’s happy. Since I can’t come to her, she came to me :)
She’s so pretty! She seems really affectionate too.
I made an incense themed pony for some reason. I dunno what to name her.
This is one of my favorites of Dime’s pony designs. She just looks so elegant.
If you have a trans friend, at some point, someone is going to call your friend by the wrong name or pronoun. These things can usually be fixed with a correction, and we’re all merrily on our way.
But what if your friend’s parents aren’t on board with your friend’s transition, and insists on using the pronouns and names given to your friend at birth?
This is a situation I’ve encountered recently, and it’s really fucking jarring. I have a friend that I’ll call Jim (you know this a fake name, as no one has named someone Jim since the mid 18th century). I use the proper name and pronouns for Jim. I was introduced to him using that name, and I asked for a pronoun preference fairly early on.
We are a fairly usual pair of late teens/twenty somethings, yammering about video games and cartoons. We are a happy pair of dorks.
However, Jim’s parents do something that I find distressing. They call him by his birth name and birth assigned pronouns. I have been trying to come up with a good analogy with just how weird this is, and I think I hit on it.
Basically, you have a friend named Jim, and one day his mother says:
“This is Snorgax the Gulper Eel!”
You feel like someone just smacked you with a dead fish.
You are dying, DYING, to say “This is not Snorgax the Gulper Eel, ma’am, this is my friend Jim.”
But you were raised to be polite, and it is impolite to correct a friend’s parents.
But, I reason, isn’t it also impolite to really freak out your kid’s friend? I almost break out into hives every time Mr and Mrs Jim’s Parents call him Snorgax the Gulper Eel.
“I’ll pick you up later, Snorgax the Gulper Eel!”
“Snorgax the Gulper Eel brought a new video game!”
“Did you remember your contacts, Snorgax the Gulper Eel?”
I shouldn’t hold this against Jim’s mom, but I do. She seems like a very nice lady, but at the same time I’m like ARE YOU PURPOSELY TRYING TO FREAK ME OUT?!
I reassure myself by thinking that one day, when Jim is out on his own, he can live however he damn well pleases, and no one will call him a gulper eel ever again.
And my left eye will stop twitching uncontrollably.
Oh god it’s like that episode where Plank wanted to go on a scary ride and started getting around on his own NIGHTMARES.So I was taking the train this morning and—
Brennan is the cutest of cuties.
I just got my tax refund back and it says that I’m a minor. I HAVEN’T BEEN A MINOR IN FIVE YEARS. I just turned twenty two WHAT THE HELL?
When are people gonna believe I’m in my twenties?
Of course, I now have my refund, which means TATTOO TIME! Or maybe an Xbox 360 hard drive. Yessss, I will be doing that. I want Silent Hill, dammit.
“WARNING. This site contains adult content. By continuing you are confirming you are comfortable with the content of this site.” *confirms* *it is actually a web page of taxes and bills. I see things about the stock market that I don’t understand. This is a truly adult site and I was not prepared*
This is when I run away screaming.
People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.
I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.
A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?
It is a big deal because i’m a transman.
It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.
Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.
At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.
At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.
TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.
Target has had its share of problems, but their willingness to hire LGBT folks has always impressed me. I live in an area with a large LGBT community - all four of the letters well-represented. And the staff at my local Target reflects that. It’s so nice and sadly unexpected to see large companies stepping up like that.
Target is fucking awesome and I’ll never stop shopping there. VIVA LA TARGET!