A Rainy Weekend Is Afoot At The Belgian Grand Prix! 💚 Let's Have A Fun Adventure With Zhou And Valtteri!

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I had a stressful week and my new coping mechanism is drawing moments from my fanfic that I haven't written yet... the theme for these doodles is Simon Experiences Bisexuality

Finnish: Homostellaankos? English Translation: Should we gay around aimlessly?

I love this stupid ass language

Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

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lesbian | gay

bi | trans

rainbow | pan

ace | aro

nonbinary | queer

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The english language doesn't really have the word arki. It's the word for everyday things, mundane ordinary life. Turned into an adjective, arkinen, it describes all the things of unadorned, everyday, routine and regular, the things you don't really think of because you do them every day. When combined with the word päivä, day, it becomes arkipäivä, workday, which stands in contrast both to weekends, and to vacations, celebrations and holidays. Arkipäivä is simply a day which is not special, in any particular way.

People who like being poetic may talk about harmaa arki, "the grey everyday", when they talk about the ordinary daily grind, and those who like being even more poetic than that may make remarks like "arki on helmenharmaa", the pearly grey everyday - though not brightly coloured, the ordinary chain of a regular day after a regular day can still be beautiful, and dimly shiny and brilliant in its own ordinary way.

I didn't exactly hit the ground running when my plane landed, only taking a quick perfunctory shower before heading to bed, and I spent most of yesterday just sleeping, only getting up to eat. But now it's thursday, 9:30 am, and I'm back at home and on my feet. I had an appointment with my therapist this morning and I'm on my walk home. I decided to get myself a cardboard cup of coffee on the go, and sat down at the park for a minute before continuing on my way. It's autumn, and the park water fountain has already been turned off. There are kids on their way to school with their backpacks, construction workers in their green-and-black overalls, and no more tourists.

Nevermind, the water fountain just spluttered back into motion as I was typing this. Nonetheless, it's still quiet, cool and cloudy, and the sky and the air are still a splendid, bright pearly grey.

I think I'll do laundry today.

mä ku susi ja sen omistaja käy mun kimppuun

A world without trans people has never existed and it never will.

Seriously just search (Trans History).

Here are some examples:

"Sumerian and Akkadian texts from 4,500 years ago document priests known as gala who may have been transgender. In Ancient Greece, Phrygia, and Rome, there were galli priests that some scholars believe to have been trans women.

Roman emperor Elagabalus (d. 222 AD) preferred to be called a lady (rather than a lord) and sought sex reassignment surgery, and in the modern day has been seen as a trans figure. 

Hijras on the Indian subcontinent and kathoeys in Thailand have formed trans-feminine third gender social and spiritual communities since ancient times, with their presence documented for thousands of years in texts which also mention trans male figures. Today, at least half a million hijras live in India and another half million in Bangladesh, legally recognized as a third gender, and many trans people are accepted in Thailand.

In Arabia, khanith today (like earlier mukhannathun) fulfill a third gender role attested since the AD 600s.

In Africa, many societies have traditional roles for trans women and trans men, some of which survive in the modern era.

In the Americas prior to European colonization, as well as in some contemporary North American Indigenous cultures, there are social and ceremonial roles for third gender people, or those whose gender expression transforms, such as the Navajo nádleehi or the Zuni lhamana."

In conclusion. Being trans is not a fad and it isn't going anywhere just because some crazy religious nut jobs say we don't fit into their abusive hateful world views. We are here and always will be. So get used to it. 👋😘

I like to hc that the courtroom collapse actually had lasting physical effects on the people caught in it, you know, like a courtroom bombing would