you know what keeps me up at night? wondering about how the fuck k-pop got so popular. like, what’s the appeal??? is it the highly manufactured songs, the toxicity of the industry, the racist overtones, the capitalist hellscape dialled up to eleven with saturated colours to make up for how empty and meaningless the music is?

your favourite idol could just be blinking and y’all’d be like “omg!!! you will not believe what baekhyun has done

😍

💦” like sis i know i was unbearable during my ~superwholock~ phase but y’all are in your 20s and fetishizing & infantilizing asian men while glorifying a horribly toxic industry that’s been known to exploit young teens and kids for monetary gain

i doubt that extremely

i 100% doubt that!

WHY IS THIS IN MY RECOMMENDED!!!

wilfcrd:

Everything about this is cursed

chocolatecandyeyeballs:

if ur lgbt reblog this w/ what u identify as n your fav song that you’ve been listening to on repeat

for example i’m a gay trans dude n i’ve been listening to C’mon by Kesha for three days straight

awwsfordays:

For National Cat Day, here is a dump of pictures of my cat, Cheeto. I know I take too many

moonstruckari:

good-girl-elly:

moonstruckari:

moonstruckari:

it’s so hilarious to me that straight women think they are so irresistible to us gay women that we are just waiting to pounce on them as soon as we’re in the same space like nah we can smell your homophobia from miles away you fucking gremlins

reblog to kill the predatory lesbian myth

This but also cis lesbians about trans lesbians

reblog again to kill the predatory trans women myth

pasadenabuzzbomb:

the pope may have called trans ppl “the annihilation of man” but what he didnt realize is that thats a sick title and hes a shitty old bitch

audacityinblack:

tbh i need more stories where autistic and/or mentally ill trauma survivors absolutely fucking destroy their abusers, and it’s not presented as tragic, wrong, dehumanizing to the survivor, or sympathetic to the abuser

revenge stories, even violent ones, can be powerful forms of catharsis for abuse survivors, and we shouldn’t be made to feel shame for wanting outlets to process our anger without being finger-wagged at about how Violence Is Never The Answer and Forgiveness Is Better and how we should want to Be The Bigger Person and how vengeance is EEEVIIIILLL and we’re bad for wanting it

also, i’m tired of feeling like a fucking monster because one of my primary means of protecting myself is loud, aggressive, threatening and possibly violent. i’m used to people ignoring my boundaries, forcing themselves on me, not listening to my “no”s and punishing me for saying “no.” when that risk is always there thanks to being autistic, trans, queer, and read as female, i cannot afford to lose that defense. i would rather cause someone grievous bodily harm than quietly allow them to abuse me.

and i can hear the constant refrain of neurotypical society, that that fact alone justifies locking me up, because I’m clearly a Danger To Society despite the fact that society, by and large, is objectively, statistically, far more dangerous to me. they’ll lock up and torture people like me for defending ourselves in the only ways we can or having reactions to danger that may be perfectly valid and justified, but people who are legally allowed to abuse us, dehumanize us and violate our boundaries are not only allowed to walk around freely, they’re allowed to make their living and even build economic and political power doing so with very little consequence.

the world is fucking hostile to neurodivergent people. requests to respect us and our boundaries are seen as inconvenient, unreasonable, attacks on so-called personal freedom. our right to exist is nowhere near as valuable as soothing the hurt feelings of parents and teachers and doctors and therapists and cops. their fear of having to Deal With us is more of a priority than the constant threat we have to deal with of being abused again. I say again because it has always happened before.

media, fictional and factual, has always catered to that fear. We are The Other – monstrous, tragic, cursed or whatever scientized language might be used in its place. To be us is a terrible fate, to have to care for us is a terrible burden. We cannot possibly be good people on our own merits – either we’re too out of touch with reality to know right from wrong, we’re too innocent and naive to consciously make the right choices, or we’re not human enough to possess human moral awareness and must either be eliminated or locked up “for everyone else’s safety” or taught (often forcibly) how to Be Human.

white cis dudes get to have their edgy revenge fantasies become box office hits. but when we want stories that center our anger and our pain, it’s seen as yet another reason to silence us.

For Our Own Safety.