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happy femslash february and happy valentine’s day! this piece has been in the making for quite a while now and I’m so happy it’s finally finished! it’s meant to look like a scrapbook page, with each character representing a color of the rainbow (plus black and white) :D
if you enjoy please reblog! I love seeing y’all’s tags <3
contrary to popular belief not everyone has an innate sense of internal gender or care to have one or seek a name for it, some people go their whole lives without questioning their occupation in one of two gender roles, but for some people, if pressed, they don’t feel that internal sense of ‘i am a woman’ or ‘i am a man’, and in that case i feel the switch over to transgender vs cisgender relies on active identification of a gender other than the one they were assigned. if someone’s like ‘idk dude I just work here’ then that’s valid
A portion of people in the notes are like ‘but that makes you trans. That’s called being agender’ and another portion of people are going ‘this is how the majority of cis ppl feel and it’s NOT agender’ and personally I feel like both of them are missing the point here. Yes a lot of people identify as agender because of this feeling. Yes a lot of people with this same feeling still identify as cis. These are not mutually exclusive experiences and it doesn’t mean the agender people are secretly cis or the cis people are secretly agender. It just means they have very similar experiences of gender that they choose to conceptualize and label differently, and neither of them are mistaken or wrong to do so.
Group of friends who are close because they all have the same superpower except no they don't.
As in, they all think the other ones have the same superpower as them, but, in fact, they do not.
For example:
Time traveler who always is running into these other people who seem to know what's going on or what will happen and is so happy he can finally share his travel stories.
Precognitive who is relieved he isn't the only one with the gift and who is glad to get help averting future disasters.
Mind reader with a horrible memory who tries to stay on top of things by skimming surface thoughts. You want to talk about next week's election results and how they changed the next decade? She's with you.
Totally normal guy who thinks the others have the absolute best bit ever and loves playing along.
They save the world at least twice without a single clue shared between the four of them.
It happens like this:
Woke up in the middle of the night with another idea about this.
The antagonist knows they all have different powers. The antagonist does not know that they don't know that. This results in 90% of their plans failing.
For example:
Antagonist has set thing up so it appears that anyone attacking them directly will die horribly via special effects. Precog sees this, and tells the others. Time Traveler shrugs and charges anyway. The others can always go back and stop them, and this way they have more data! The attack goes through.
Antagonist gives a long "join me" speech to Regular Guy, expecting rejection, because they see them as a kindred evil genius. Regular Guy shrugs and says sure. Wanders off and "betrays" them halfway through a climactic battle because one of their pipes burst and they had to go home.
Antagonist sets things up so Precog and Mind Reader think they're going to do two different things by telling the henchpeople one thing and planning to do something else. They ask Time Traveler and Regular Guy to break the tie for them.
This is easily my most popular post, and people keep reblogging it, saying they'd like to read more of it but... they never reblog the part... that has an actual story snippet (ie this version of the post)...
I’ve never been so taken out by a response
I got to see mom do this once. It was… terrifying. I was moving into my first apartment, and my buddy had just moved into a place about half a mile away, and he was almost crying with rage because of some of the safety issues the apartment had with the wiring. There were a whole host of other problems, but that one was about safety and it should not have been a thing. Mom gathered us up, and drove to the leasing office. When we got there, she informed him (not asked. She’d walked his apartment, noted everything she disliked (she had much higher standards than he did) and she was PISSED) that he was to keep his mouth shut, make whatever expressions she cued him on, and pretend he understood whenever she and I switched languages and we’d fill him in afterwards. (I have been used as a complainant prop before. I know what my job is when she’s on this warpath; thankfully she does not use her powers for evil.) It took her all of twenty minutes to have a promise in writing from the son of the owner for everything to be fixed by a specific date and also to install a ceiling fan at no cost to my friend. In that meeting, she managed to leverage his church, his family, his reputation, the concept of a gentleman, the biblical concept of how to treat the poor, how people would treat his children, once they were grown, and the concept of a self-made man (which my friend is trying very hard to be), Christian morality, what it means to be a community institution, real estate law, and honestly, I forget what else. She’d never met him before. She does not live in our city -or state, for that matter. We’re not Christian. She did a cold-read of him based on his office, face, clothing, and posture (he didn’t give us his last name -the ‘related to the owner’ was a guess that turned out to be lucky), and hit every point of pride or insecurity she could find. When some things still hadn’t been taken care of a week later, she *called his father* and implied that he’d failed as a man and a parent since his son hadn’t yet honored his word. My friend had the fan that day, and the remaining safety issues were taken care of on top of it. No yelling, no threats, it was just a calm, ‘friendly’ conversation. My friend does not do subtext; he knew the social chess game was going on, but not how it worked. tl;dr: I’ve seen my mother do this and holy shit this really should be a thing.
my momma is a retired union lawyer. you should see her tear into landlords and rich people. it’s like watching a lion devour a zebra.
Comrade Karen
I see now…“Karen” is a power that can be used for evil or good…
Listen you are all gonna lose your shit once you find out where there’s a company where that is literally their whole business model. They are called “Karens for Hire” and their whole thing is helping out exploited people get justice - essentially complaining to the right people and making themselves heard.
Blanford's Rock Agama (Psammophilus blanfordanus), male, family Agamidae, endemic to India
Photograph by Udaya Chanaka
A Mourning dove grooms and preens the morning away.
Some more artfight attacks/revenges from the first week! ✨️
Ophelia for @snejkha
Chime for @galahadiant
Oleander for @isasunbee
🐖 hoggust (happy august)
Happy hoggust hell yeah!!!!!
Actually making your selfinsert overpowered and friends with all your faves and a hybrid of the coolest species and in a relationship with your crush and the long lost sibling of the villain is called having fun and its cool as fuck
It's Not Easy Being Marcille
You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended
“Why is snoop dogg at the Olympics-“
WRONG QUESTION!
WHY ISNT MARTHA STEWART THERE WITH HIM?
she is! she’s joining him for the equestrian events because, and I am quoting her directly, “Snoop is afraid of horses.”
Update:
In Paris this week, he said: “I am interested in the horses that dance and I want to give them some carrots and apples … make sure they’re fed before they do their thang.”
Stewart explained the pair’s dressage plan.
“Snoop called me and said he knows I know horses, and he’s a little fearful of horses,” the businesswoman, philanthropist and octogenarian Sports Illustrated swimsuit cover model told NBC on Friday.
“I’m still scared of horses,” Snoop said.
“Have you ever ridden a horse?” Stewart asked.
“No,” said Snoop. “I’m scared.”
“So we’re gonna do dressage,” Stewart said.
This is so lovely and heartwarming that I almost didn't notice that Snoop's wearing knee high spats
He got to meet the horses!!
He even got to feed them carrots like he wanted to, even though he seems to be nervous! Such courage and valor! /Gen!
This is clearly the coolest day of that white guy's life. It's the coolest day of the horse's life. This is the coolest day of all of our lives. Mr Dogg, thank you for being who you are.
Can we just take a sec to also thank Mr. Snoop Dog for saying that he was scared to do something and called a friend to help him. And then did the scary thing. I think that admitting you’re scared of something takes courage and inner strength.
girlie that's not a random headache u are dehydrated malnourished over caffeinated over stressed and sleep deprived
Check out my illustration in this month’s issue of The Wildlife Professional! This was done for an essay by Bob Wilkerson and Rodney Siegel which discusses the absolutely crucial role that giant sequoias play in the lives of wildlife - including providing nest sites for the endangered California Condor.
And since I just mentioned this in that latest ask meme, plus since yesterday I was posting some cropped details on bluesky at 100% zoom from this piece, might as well share these here and now!
Lae’zel :)
