Just Got A New Tablet, So Some Practice To Try Out The Keys.

Studying for some tests, so have a stressed Al

And a memory based Morticia Addams.

here's I Hate You in action

i think a lot of white queer/trans people need to hear that "breaking gender norms" isnt just wearing a dress while masc or dying your hair. its also unlearning the beauty standards that impose ideals of white beauty and attractiveness on non-white folks. yes you have a nose ring but i just heard you tell your black friend with meticulously cared for natural hair "you'd just look so nice with straight hair is all im saying..." why does your blog fetishizing i mean uh. appreciating trans women only feature skinny white women who pass. when societal gender norms are so inextricably tied to whiteness and emulating whiteness it is not enough to simply change your aesthetic. you need to defy the gender norms in your own head too.

I can't stop thinking about the dichotomy of the Long Quiet and the Shifting Mound: specifically, the metaphor of a rock in a river.

He is a stone. A constant, unyielding force. Capable of being changed, of course- sharpened into a weapon, stacked into the walls of a prison- but entirely inert.

She is a river. Ebbing and flowing, never retaining a constant shape. The waters can be cleared, deepened, displaced momentarily, but you will not change its course by plunging a hand or a blade into it. You will not still it.

The rock is what moves the stream.

The waters meet this unyielding surface and flow around it. Their path is altered ever so slightly, but it is altered. A well-placed rock can change the trajectory of a river's flow, can be shifted to allow the waters to flow in more directions or with more power, can block it off entirely until it stills to a stagnant pool.

And all the while, changes begin to happen. Things that couldn't, had the rock not been placed. The rock's edges are smoothed and its layers peeled back to reveal glimpses of its core, while imperceptibly tiny pieces of it join the river's flow. They understand each other just a little bit better, now.

Be it a bridge, or a dam, or a reservoir, or simply a stone sitting in a stream... the fact remains that the rock met the river. Change met stagnancy, and something new was created.

I watched the movie.

It was nice

circle of sleep <3

Ares the god of war

So did a fun collaboration on instagram, so check it out if you'd like?

Here are some more requests from my instagram😊

Piggy back on this to share something personal and important

Growing up as a poc one thing you start to realize is that your parents or grandparents are not only a product of their trauma but genuinely believe that what they experience was ok/normal

Becuase they saw a certain action or were at the end of a certain action they either conditioned themselves to think it was normal or conditioned themselves so their kids never experience that

But bc it’s yk trauma they do it unconventional ways that end up hurting more then helping

Think it’s normal: Ming treated Mei the way she did because that how she was treated. It was the constant pressure of being normal that caused her to hurt her mom in her teen. Instead of addressing it she locked it up and let it fester.

Kids never experience it: Alma went through so much as a young widower that she clung onto her saving grace, the miracle. She did everything she could( protecting the candle at all cost, giving Isabela the perfect marriage) because she didn’t want her family to suffer the same life altering trauma she did

Both had love and care for their family but the way they went about it caused more hurt and harm then good

Edit: Guess I have to say this but this doesn’t apply to abusive parents. The difference is Ming and Alma LISTENED, APOLOGIZED, and worked towards FIXING their mistakes.

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