my little cousin confidently declared that mother nature had a counterpart named daddy electric and i feel like this concept needs to be explored
I think we should hear her out
i think we should hear them out
I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say
oh boy i wish someone would notice my cries for help! [someone actually notices] noooo i'm fine don't worry about me
I'm starting to see AI art in fanart tags and even when they are tagged as AI art, people in the reblogs tagged it as fanart.
Let me just say this once. I don't believe AI art is fanart. The way things are, it's theft. It doesn't count. The effort that fan artists put into their works cannot be equated in value with whatever an AI generates. The works with hours of applied skill and originality and love put into them are the works I want to praise on this blog.
So that being said, if I ever reblog "fanart" that is ai generated, please send me a message or an ask and let me know so I can delete it off my blog.
OMG I FORGOT TO PROVIDE AN ORIGINAL FILE OF MY SPINNY BOI ON TUMBLR
Spread this fucker
seeing them everywhere gives me so much joy lol
Every time a small child starts crying or having a tantrum in my vicinity and I catch the parents glancing at me I’ve started saying “me when…”.
Friend kept trying to tell his crying kindergartener to calm down and relax and the kid growled “I AM relaxed” while visibly tensing every muscle in his body and I was like “oh that’s me at work every day” and we had a chuckle.
Parents look to other adults like “shit are they mad? Do they think my kid is acting like a demon?” And this response is my attempt to say “no. I think your kid is just acting like a human being.”
I WISH I could fling myself on the ground and cry because I experienced a minor inconvenience.
You're not immune to being the bully btw. You're not immune to being in the wrong
this shit fucked me up
There's a thing about pre-transition dissociation where like… every positive emotion feels thin and hollow, so living your life is completely based on removing pain rather than bringing in joy. There's no scales to balance, no assets to book against liabilities, just various misfortunes to avoid so you can distract yourself in a state of numb comfort. You ask yourself "would I be happier as a woman" and on one hand you picture all the difficulties, the effort, the prospect of being discriminated against (for being a woman or for being a tranny) and on the other hand you don't picture anything, and so you weigh those two hands up and go "haha yeah trans woman are cool and all but I'm sure I'm not one of them"