Sometimes Plushies Make Me Cry Because It’s Like. They’re Little Guys Made To Be Loved. Their Only

Goncharov wouldn’t be half as entertaining if Tumblr weren’t completely and utterly willing to “yes and” all the initial flaws. Katya’s name should be Goncharova? Her calling herself Goncharov reflects her complicated relationship with both her gender and her queerness. Andrey’s name should be Andrei? No, because he’s actually a Ukrainian being mistaken for a Russian by the Italians, which is central to his character and the themes about identity and nationality in the wake of the collapsed USSR. The USSR wouldn’t even fall until 20 years after the film was made? Matteo JWHJ0715 was ahead of his time.

It’s a great example about how good faith approach to writing can really enhance the reading, when you treat flaws as opportunities rather than just nitpicking them or erasing them. The mistakes being folded into Goncharov makes for a deeper, stronger, and more interesting story than if those mistakes had never happened at all.

You know I had to do it to em

Tumblr in 2012:

Tumblr in 2022:

Jun after the medal ceremony / NHK Trophy 2022

reading A Study in Scarlet the first time like

Arthur Conan Doyle: hehe thank you for picking up my silly little book about a silly little man going on silly little adventures haha! hope he can solve all the silly little mysteries hehehe! come on in get comfy– *locks door* MORMONISM IS A CULT

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A few days ago I came across a video that really resonated with me and I can’t find it but what was said is stuck in my head.

“My whole personality was being smart and then one day I wasn’t ”

I was always just the smart and nerdy kid and after the pandemic, and everything else that happened to me, I ended up failing exam after exam. And with that title of smart being gone I’ve come to realise I never developed an actual personality.

The worst thing you can do, as someone who has recently realised they are transfem, is to let terves and transphobes convince you cis women will never accept you.

I was told that when I came out everyone would reject me. That I would find myself isolated from the world, and from other women especially, who would react to me with horror and revulsion.

In reality, within the first months of coming out, in no particular order:

My sister's reaction on my coming out was, "Right, so I have a sister instead of a brother. Cool. I'm taking you clothes shopping tomorrow."

A friend, when she learned I am a woman, immediately invited me to her women-only, girls-night-out birthday party the following week.

Another friend, when a friend of hers expressed doubts about my gender, immediately shut them down and reaffirmed I am a woman.

I went camping with a group of friends, and we had two tents, one for the boys and one for the girls; I was unsure as to which I should enter, to which a girl friend responded by grabbing me and physically dragging me inside the women's tent.

In the women's bathroom at a movie theatre a random woman, whom I'd never seen before and haven't seen since, stopped me as I was going into a stall, to warn me there was no toilet paper in there, because she'd just used the last of it.

All of these, and more, some from friends, some from complete strangers. All within a few months, as a trans woman who hadn't started medical transition yet, and was very visible as being a trans woman.

I've had some people reject me, true, but the vast majority, including almost all cis women, accepted me as a sister with open arms.

Cis women are cool. It's terves who are bigots.

queerplatonic is whatever those 3 middleaged animal men from ice age had btw. i hope you understand now