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Oh and if I hear any of you little shits complaining about me scabbing for the WGA I swear to fvck. You literally can't stand the idea of an underdog Hollywood outsider with genuinely NEW ideas, writing on your precious little shows, instead of some, nepo baby, who was, who was grown in a lab, or something. So you'll scream and hurl insults and you'll cancel me and you'll try to ruin my life for taking my ONLY chance at a big break and you know what? You will still. Fycking. Love. The episodes I write. See how "Marxist" you feel, when the pronoun circle scene drops in Euphoria. See if you still hate me for scabbing when Euphoria heres a lady with neopronouns and looks at The Camera and bes all like, "Sooooooo, that just happened,

When I was a kid I thought dulce de leche was pronounced douche the loosh and whenever we went for ice cream my dad would say “okay honey ask if they have that caramel flavor you like… what’s it called again?” And I’d yell it and my dad would have the biggest grin while the server would sigh and say “no, this is the fourth week in a row you’ve asked me this, and we don’t have that. I don’t even know what that is.”

She always got her revenge because my dad would get a sundae and he’d get everything but nuts so she’d announce his order was ready by yelling “no nuts, where’s Mr. No Nuts” as loud as possible

One of my favorite thing I’ve learned about animals studies is that you should avoid using colorful leg bands when you’re banding birds because you can accidentally completely skew the data because female birds prefer males with colorful bands

Apparently if you put a red band on a male red wing blackbird his harem size can double

So like you can completely frick up the natural reproduction of a group of birds by giving a guy a bracelet so stylish that females CANNOT resist him

Me, putting a red bracelet on the leg of a male red wing blackbird: ON GOD we gonna get u some pussy bro

I remember reading a study where researchers realized that female birds of a certain species preferred males with a darker breast. So they created what they literally called a “Super-Sexy Male” by catching a male and coloring his chest with a marker. They then ran dna tests on the eggs in the area.

Previously when the researchers had run these tests, they found a certain amount of infidelity was common for these birds. Somewhere around 10% of eggs were fathered by males who were not the primary mates of females.

After the advent of the Super Sexy Male, however, stuff got crazy in bird world. Infidelity skyrocketed, with upwards of 25% of ALL EGGS in the area being fathered by this specific male. Furthermore, his mate’s eggs were 100% his.

This is just insane to me. Just imagine you’re living your bird life when suddenly somebody scribbles on Dave’s chest and the ladies can’t stop throwing themselves at them. It’s stupid that we theoretically can wreck this kind of havoc on an ecosystem.

via @elytrians

Where do I find a man whose hands are as big as my face.. scorpio boys hands were so big they could wrap around my waist…… need that again … kinda guy who could cup water in his hand and it’d be enough water for a fish to swim in…. hands big enough to lift up a house

My boy Mikey… hit him up

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Hi Mikey 😳🤭

Let me do a charge attack to make your boobs hurt

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Originally posted by nerdreamer

What a great thing automation is ....

Raw-dogged by a robot...

shoutout to trans girls that dont care about programming shoutout to trans girls that hate mountain dew shoutout to trans girls that dont give a fuck about the ikea shark shoutout to trans girls that hate fallout new vegas shoutout to trans girls who think thigh high socks are uncomfortable shoutout to trans girls that do not fit into the way too common stereotypes

also shoutout to the trans people that just so happen to fall into the stereotypes. it’s ok to enjoy those things if you want to

"you can totally just choose another name, people do it all the time"

"yeah try out any pronouns! doesn't matter if you're cis, you can be called what you like!"

"oh damn, I love that hairstyle/haircut/outfit"

"yeah, why not play around with drag or costumes, it's fun. let me know if you need help finding good quality bras/breastforms/binders/packers"

"you can totally go on hormones if you want, like technically we're all already producing hormones in our bodies, so if you wanna try out different hormone ratios you could talk to an endocrinologist about it"

"even if you're cis you can get top surgery if it makes you feel good, there's no rules about who is 'allowed' to have larger or smaller chests."

"it's totally cool if you don't think you're cis but you're not ready to use the term trans. use whatever labels you want or none, it's chill"

"you don't need to pick apart all your memories to justify what you want your life to be, it's enough to just want what you want for your own life"

"thank you for trusting me with that, I'll support you no matter what"

"who do you want me to use that name/those pronouns around?"

"hell yeah, so proud of you for realizing that about yourself"

we sometimes joke about how cis people entering a trans friend group often "become" trans, but on a serious note, just having a social context where, when you do stuff for yourself that feels good, you are met with reaffirmed friendship & confidence boosts, that's inherently going to help you become more comfortable identifying as trans if you are trans. and another great thing is it also helps people realize they can be as gender nonconforming as they want & still be cis if that's what feels right too.

it's win/win to have friends who are cool about gender-- everyone is better off when we can make decisions about our own bodies without fear of social ostracism.

consistent acceptance (& encouragement) of radical gender nonconformity is always going to make our relationships with each other safer and more fulfilling.

to be affirmed by friends in any context is wonderful, but to be affirmed by friends in a context where you are feeling vulnerable & still learning about yourself and yet you still consistently feel genuinely understood and believed about yourself by those friends is profound.