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writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

ideas for tumblr staff

dont remove the boop button

stop banning trans women for no reason

Currently sitting in a pub with my husband and my friend Phil for the first time in ages and ages and I'm having the best time because Phil is exceptionally charmingly weird

He has opened the bidding as we discuss neurodiversity

"I just get distracted so easily," says Phil. "Like I meant to go to uni the other day. But I ended up playing Uno with some Mormons."

"... sorry?" says Steff.

"Yeah," says Phil. "In the park. No, wait..."

There is a pause

"Witnesses," he says. "Those ones. I told them if I lost I would convert with them, but if I won they had to go drinking with me. So that's what I mean, you know, I get distracted."

"PHIL," says Steff. "OBVIOUSLY, WHO WON."

"Oh yeah," says Phil. "Me. Sorry."

I am having the best time

hell friendly reminder to please not tag your anti trans, anti nonbinary, anti aroace and anything else out of the lesbian tag and, frankly, out of all tags

i just want to look at cute lesbian art

it’s pride month

stay safe y’all

Shuvuuia, a dinosaur typically most active at night, is fooled into getting up early by a total solar eclipse.

the whole "trans men just have sexual trauma" thing absolutely infuriates me, as someone who was practically brainwashed into believing i was raped by conversion therapists as a kid.

i have been an obvious transsexual my entire life. i told everyone i was a boy. i was just told it was normal and nobody wants to be a girl. i told my mom i wanted a dick and balls and she said, "no you dont."

i was put in conversion therapy, diagnosed with autism, despite not having many of the symptoms, and put on Risperdal. an anti psychotic drug that was not meant to be used in children as young as i was, that also "just so happens" to cause out of control breast growth. (it also caused me to become obese and struggle with my weight for years even after i stopped taking it, despite never having weight problems before.)

therapists and my parents would constantly tell me that i was hiding something and try to hypnotize me into remembering it, i had no idea what it was, i was told something horrible happened to me and i had to remember it, i kept telling them i dont remember, and they told me i had memory problems. they kept telling me i had a memory locked away somewhere and i had to recover it, i had no idea what they meant by this.

i have no idea how to describe the way that i felt because of this. the feeling didnt go away when the therapy ended. it stayed with me for YEARS. my entire childhood and most of my teenage years i felt like i had a dark and evil secret that i couldnt even remember. it stuck with me, i didnt even know what it was. they marked me socially and mentally as a "rape victim" without it even happening, without me even understanding what they had done.

i didnt find out until i was a teenager that the therapists were telling my parents i had been raped. based on nothing. you know what happened in these therapy sessions? i played with animal toys and told the therapist i didnt want to go to school and that i wanted to be a boy. i told them i hated my name. and wanted to be called by a different name. they told me i had a deep dark secret i needed to remember and confess to them.

because marking me as someone who had been raped would emasculate me.

do you ever have an idea that kinda just grabs you out of nowhere and won’t leave you alone until you inflict it on the world? because that’s absolutely what happened to me re: this comic

I think I'd appreciate hearing this from a professional