A Lot Of People Focus On Saying How Strong You Are. And They Mean Well. And Sometimes It’s The Reminder

Snowy stream, foraging fowl

Diversity win! You got killed by a nonbinary person using they/them pronouns

I uh… I’m sorry to bother you again. I’m probably making a pest of myself, but I don’t think I caught your pronouns? Sorry, it’s just in my line of work, I always try to know everything about everyone, you know how it is.

Oh, they/them? Oh you’re nonbinary? Fantastic. Wonderful. You know, that is the neatest thing, because my… wife’s brother’s friend is nonbinary. Crazy small world we live in, huh? That’s just wonderful. Sorry if I’m bothering you, but that’s just really interesting to me because… aw now there, ya see? I’m getting caught up in these little meaningless details again. My wife says I think too much, but it’s the weirdest coincidence.

Because I was talking with my friend down in the evidence department, and do you know what they found at the scene of the crime? One of those little enamel pins, y’know? The ones with the pronouns on ‘em? And this one said “they/them”. Not too unlike that pin you have on your tote bag right now. What a coincidence, huh? Must have fallen off from someone at the scene of the crime, because you know the victim was he/they. Couldn’t have been his, huh?

That is me drawn by me (but two things: first that is me more feminin now I have even shorter hair and am even more masculin then befor and second it was just a scetch not the end thing I might post the solution sometime but righ now it is about this pic.) Hope you like it if not that’s okay too ;)

hmmm this his dark materials fanmade animated trailer is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen this year… wow

Directed by Louis HOLMES, Agathe LEROUX and Léa REY—MAUZAIZE

The Cat has its Heart on the Outside

Available as a fanzine in Swedish with a translation note  here.

This is so true????????

not to be controversial but… inuyasha/twilight

gold eyes, “demon”, fancy hair

“normal” teenage girls, actually have some grand power, bigger smart arses than given credit for, v in love with demon guy  

literal wolves, run around the woods a lot, can’t take a hint.

Jokes on your! I am very much capable of taking any other way of transportation.

Never been so motivated to get my license

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

The “Kirby dance music” but the last note is a duck sound.