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i want it to be put on record that when i posted this to tiktok, i did not think it would blow up, nor did i ever imagine that the ship name would be "billfiddlesford"

the council decided that name without my consent, but i do appreciate the whimsy of it /j

i made these comics as a joke with myself about "what if fidds just got tired of bill's nonsense and teased him 24/7 bc Bill's a menace but Fiddleford grew up on a farm" type of thing, which has now spiraled.

also bc consider; I want Fiddleford to have a win? i want him to be happy and healthy and also in a polyamorous gay marriage with his college friend and his muse, nothing too dramatic

Heres the thing you gotta understand about statistics. 

“Increases your chances by 80%” does not mean “there is now an 80% chance”. 

If your chances were previously 10%, your chances are now 18%, not 90%. 

if your chances were roughly 1%, they’re now just slightly less than 2%. 

thats how that works. 

Forced to learn how tumblr works because quotev has officially killed itself ☹️ (please tell me terms and stuff i should know) (and explain it like youre talking to your mom about your favorite media)

What do you do if a villain is cunty?

:] please tell me I’m not the only one - more Pitch Black brain rot for everyone <3

I love it when people try to claim representation in fiction is being taken “too far” to the point where it’s no believable. They’re like: 

“What’s next, a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum?” Hi, my name is Rachel, also known as Rachna, and I’m a mixed-race immigrant on the autism spectrum. 

“What’s next, a transgender Latino man with chronic pain?” What, you mean my former colleague, Marco? 

“What’s next, a Black Jewish lesbian?” Bitch, I know I three Black Jewish lesbians, WHAT’S YOUR FUCKING POINT?

if you reblog any of my posts about men in crop tops or short shorts and youre like "ill do this when im skinny," i need you to take my hand. sweet summer child, listen to me. you do not have to be skinny to show skin. please be fat and show skin. you deserve to wear what you want to wear, and to be cool in the heat. you do not have to punish yourself for being fat.

im not going to lie- some people will judge you. sometimes you will see or hear them judging you. you have to be able to move on. you are not living your life for them. pleasing them by sweating to death is not going to help you, and it's not going to appease fatphobic assholes. you do not need to make yourself small for them.

there are, on the other hand, also a plethora of people who are going to find you smokin hot, and others who will be inspired by your bravery- whether or not *you* feel brave- and it will make them brave too. there will be fat children who see you and realize they too can have all the autonomy and free will skinny people do. please dont hide yourself.

i need to look like a man so i can dress like a woman

TW: Self harm relapse, gender dysphoria, accidental rant

5 (five) years clean all down the drain. Worst part is that I'm making this post and I made the one before this and went on a walk. How fucking cliche am I? Make a post ranting about how much I want to die, go on a walk, die on the stairway leading up to the apartment, get put on the news. Headline would've probably been something like, "Trans teen pushed to suicide" or "is being trans causing suicide?" cause yeah, my gender dysphoria mixed with my depression really isn't a good fucking combo. I'm just so done with everything. There's only a few things keeping me going at this point and none of them are my biological family and that pisses me off. How can you be so horrible to family that when they think of reason not to FUCKING KILL THEMSELF, you aren't one. Fuck you. If you've read this far, or tldr, I'm okay, my SH is cleaned and covered, it was bleeding but not a dangerous amount. Take care. XX

CW: Rant/Vent

god im so tired, a tired you feel in your bones and in your gut when you're just trying to sleep or go through your day. it only gets worse nd worse until I break and I hate it. i hate it I hate it ih ate it I hat it I hate it iha te it I HATE ME I was doing so well, I was recovering. why are my thoughts spiraling again? It's been years I should be better now and I'm not and I hate that, I hate myself for that. it doesn't make sense, I was FINE A WEEK AGO and now all I can think about is jumping off the highway sp the cars below can run over the rest of my corpse. I was fine. Now I'm not.

medieval knight raising the visor on his helm just so you can see him rolling his eyes

no matter how terrible my day is. i can always end my day in bed imagining fictional characters making out sloppy style and fucking raw. and that's beautiful. there's some good in this world mister frodo and it's worth fighting for

i thought we all agreed that identity policing is wrong a long time ago, so why do so many people who consider themselves to be trans allies suddenly lose this energy for intersex people. intersex people do not owe it to you to explain their gender, condition or identity to you in any way, and they especially do not owe it to you to tell you if therye "AMAB" or "AFAB" and it is exceptionally strange to expect intersex people to neatly fall into TME and TMA categories when our bodies often do not meet societal expectations of gender and often face discrimination for not performing gender "correctly" in the exact same way trans people face

how did gen z end up with 1950s gender roles: expansion pack