Reblog If You're Black Tumblr.

Ah is this the 'tism that my friends keep telling me I have?

there are people who leave the house without a pair of earplugs. what insanity

Genuinely love this concept, adding it to my next rpg

WAIT. Wait wait WAIT.

poltergeists:

push things off tables

break delicate objects for fun

in general just enjoy moving and destroying stuff for pleasure I guess

make loud disturbing noises in the middle of the night

sometimes poke or bite people, depending on the myth

are invisible aka no one knows what they look like

poltergeists are just the ghosts of rambunctious housecats

Because The Sun.

I cannot believe how many peiple do not know this. So! I am going to educate people.

Every time the Earth orbits around the Sun, that is one year. Hopefully everyone knows that. But, the Earth turns on a tilt from its orbit. That tilt causes the sun to shine differently on the planet at different times of the year, which causes the seasons. This is why when it is Winter in the Northern Hemisphere, it is Summer in the Southern Hemisphere.

This also means that there will be longest and shortest days of the year, which are called Solstices, and times when the day and night will be equal, called Equinoxes. Astrologically, the seasons start at those dates. However, those do not line up with a calendar nicely at all.

I also personally question why we do it that way, rather than the half way points between the equinox and solstice, as that would line up much better with what we think of the seasons, and would put it on the first of months.

Spring would start February 1st, Summer would start May 1st, Fall would start August 1st, and winter would start November 1st. But I digress

AMERICA WHAT THE FUCK???? WHY ARE THEY LIKE.. HALF WAY THROUGH THE MONTH WHAT

#no way #is this what it feels like to be old #i hate it

Just HOW has it already been that long?!

Please do anything you can to help.

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2020 so far be like

For anyone who needs to hear this (myself very much included). You are worth it.

This is your reminder that every breath you take under a system that wants you dead is an act of defiance. If you are a woman, trans, black, brown, indigenous, AAPI, two spirit, Jewish, Muslim, disabled, poor, gay, an immigrant, or any combination of those groups or other marginalized groups I'm forgetting to mention, every piece of joy and peace you find in a country that will not protect you is revolutionary.

Give yourself time and space for your anger, channel it into donating or volunteering or even just supporting vulnerable individuals in your communities. But also give yourself time and space for joy, to take a deep breath. Take care of yourself. Brush your teeth, take a shower, eat, take your meds, check in with yourself. Honor your culture in some way, pray to your ancestors or to your deities, make cultural art, or comfort food. Go get a tattoo, or a piercing, or dye your hair. Find ways to remind yourself of your power, wherever you may draw it from. Turn off the news, at least for an hour or two. Watch a few episodes of a stupid TV show. Watch something that will make you laugh. Read a few chapters in your favorite book. Take a walk. Literally smell some roses. Anything that will give you strength to keep going, anything that will give you any small spark of hope or joy.

Activism is important. Getting in the streets is important. Donating to abortion funds is important. But you will not have the energy to do those things effectively if you do not give yourself grace. If you do not honor your emotions and the time you need to feel them. Constant exposure to stress is not healthy for anyone. Don't burn yourselves out, try to find a balance that works for you.

You are spiting the system by simply keeping yourself alive. So make that your priority first. Get your strength up, get your head straight, if you can. We need you at top condition (whatever that means for you) for what's to come. We need everyone.

Hubble Serves Up a Holiday Snow Angel by NASA Goddard Photo and Video

Adding to this from the other side (FTM).

Befrending the boys around you and being so desperate to be one of them. Being seen as a woman nonetheless. The abuse that opens you up to. The jokes about how you want to sleep with all of them. The jokes about sucking cock and how you're such a "good girl" for practicing on fucking popsicles. The inherent misogyny you learn.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I, as a trans woman, do not know what it is to be a man. I know what it’s like to be surrounded by men, to be picked apart by them, to have masculinity enforced on me and to have my femininity degraded. I know what it’s like to be targeted for punishment, physically and sexually, for my femininity, for a girlhood the boys and men could see in me, to be queerbashed, to have my head slammed into hard surfaces, to have my genitals fondled, to be injured in all kinds of small and repetitive ways with things like pens, compasses, and so on.

I know what it’s like to be assumed to be a man, and to be abused because I am not. I know what it’s like to be separated from my female friends as a young child because my status as a ‘boy’ meant that I needed to be placed with the other boys, the ones who degraded me and hurt me. I know what it’s like to be beaten and burned. I know what it’s like to have teachers make an example of me because I cannot conform. I know what it’s like to be made afraid of being around other people, because people means abuse.

But I don’t know what it is to be a man. Even after everything they tried, I wasn’t one.

yes

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