She Looks Like She Could Straight-up Kill Me.

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trans girls are the favourites of the gods.

i’m loving being trans so much lately that i don’t even wish i was born a girl anymore. this is just actually better

hi, i too have come down with the wicked brainrot. so i can't stop thinking about galinda changing her name to glinda, and on the one hand what an obviously shallow, performative, attention-grabbing thing that was to do, but on the other hand, like... she just changes her literal fucking name, on the spot, AND SHE NEVER CHANGES IT BACK??!?! like, even if it's a shallow bit she did for clout, it's a bit she committed to FOR HER ENTIRE LIFE, all out of an attempt to show solidarity for the animals of Oz, and rrrrrrrrgh i want to hug her and strangle her at the same time like what utter commitment to such shallow, performative activism, glinda you could've done so much goooooood ;,,,,,,(

Mx. Cookbook, I've just listened to your new album and it was glorious and beautiful and like nothing I've ever heard before in my life and I adore it to pieces, but also what in the actual fuck just happened

MYTH: Side Two is available everywhere on January 7th 2025

MYTH: Side One is available everywhere right now

the response to my niche wee horror album has been so wonderful, thank you everyone who has gotten in touch to gush about it 💜

Listening to this song feels different after reading this post.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

pretty much same thing happened in canada, even down to the conservative leader losing his fucking seat. genuinely the funniest thing ever XD

liberals got fucking thrasheddddd lets go labour for the win. dutton lost his seat too which is hilarious. actually awesome let’s fucking go

...that is effing amazing <3

I wish that was canon now, I love the thought of Time Lords being way more alien than they're portrayed in the show itself!!

do I go back to my roots and draw river song in such self indulgent ways I get confused messages in my askbox

multiple queer systems follow you and you don’t even know

tumblr user: I like your shoelaces!

punk: thanks. that cop had it coming.

tumblr user: what?

punk: what?