RIP

It is exhausting how many people seem to refuse to give unaligned non-binary people the same level of compassion as they do masc or fem aligned trans people. So many people seem to completely understand how much constant misgendering can affect a person, that many trans people are forced to stay closeted and that being closeted is not a privilege even if it reduces the risk of being targeted by bigots, that many trans people can't transition due to lack of access/support/health issues... But the same people that understand that for trans men and women will forget all of that when it comes to non-binary people, especially those of us unaligned with concepts of feminity or masculinity. Suddenly people will act like every non-binary person who "looks cis" is making a conscious choice to do so, and that they are fully comfortable and happy with that choice. People will go from treating misgendering as a serious issue to acting like nb people should just brush it off. People who understand that infighting and comparing who has it worse within the queer community distracts from real progress will start talking about nb people as if we have no real problems and just want to feel oppressed. Leftists will start to sound like alt-right incels complaining about "special snowflakes" and "safe spaces" when they talk about non-binary people.

It's utterly exhausting and it's infuriating how many people seem to not even notice this.

Non-binary people face a huge amount of invisibility and infantilisation. Non-binary people spending their lives being misgendered and hiding away in the closet are not privileged for that. Non-binary people face the same obstacles in medical transition as any other trans person. Non-binary people discussing our own struggles on our own posts or in our own spaces doesn't take away from other trans people. Non-binary people have a right to take up space and participate in the wider queer community without be treated like we're intruders.

Stop treating non-binary people like we're "basically cis" or "trans-lite," stop acting like trans issues don't affect non-binary people. Treat non-binary people with some compassion or just leave us alone.

Question is did Hobie find the graffiti or did he make it? 🤭

Based off of this classic meme

disabled people deserve more than the bare minimum to live tbh. and i don't mean in the "oh we have extra costs that makes being disabled more expensive" - which is true, but i'm counting those in the budget to live. disabled people also deserve enough money to buy treats, nice clothes, fund their hobbies, take a trip away, and so on. being disabled shouldn't force you into a life of frugality and poverty

shoutout to people w/ special interests/hyperfixations that cant infodump. i look at all these facts and forget abt them immediately ^_^ i do not remember anythign!!! but i like the animal :)

Watching across the spiderverse today was a spiritual experience. These two stole my heart

I think a big thing that people are overlooking is how Hobie looks out for his own and how much that coincides with punk culture.

Him looking out for younger teens is so fucking punk of him. He lets Gwen stay with him because she's vulnerable and struggling, he makes her a watch, he lets her keep his shoes, etc. and it's not out of romance, it's because she's family. Same with Miles; he knows Miles is naive and wants to help him, because he's been in the spider society longer and he knows what's really going on. He sees the adults, who are supposed to mentor them, targeting Miles and he just knows it's flat-out wrong and that he wants no part of it.

Hobie takes on such a big brother role for the other characters and I love it. He's more mature than the other teens in so many aspects, and he uses his experience to teach them how to get by because that's what being punk is about

Hobie 🎸

spider-noir + spider-punk 🤝 punching n*zis

louise glück!!!!

i'm not "evil" or "broken" for being aromantic. i've been like this my whole life. people kept telling me that I would start to develop crushes, and i would eventually fall in love, head over heels for someone and know what it was like. that i would fantasize about cuddling, kissing and being possessive over someone else.

that day never came. i never developed the urge to kiss or cuddle. i never developed the burning feelings that drive other people to pursue relationships. i never asked anyone out or felt the need to. i never felt like another person was "mine" or "my one and only". i never developed that sense of "special" attraction that everyone told me about. i never understood what people meant when they said those things, and i still don't

my best friend called me "heartless," "mean," "broken," and "evil" for not being able to enjoy romantic plots in media or understand why she liked romance manga so much. she told me i was an "emotional brick wall that needed to be broken down" because something must be "wrong" with me because i didn't gush with love over fictional characters getting together.

there's nothing wrong with me- i've been like this my whole life. i'm not "evil", "mean" or "broken". i'm just me, and part of what makes me me is not feeling romantic attraction or urges. this is a very big part of my personality. i am not obligated to bend myself out of shape to make other people happy. i am this way because i was meant to be. it's not a curse. it's just a state of being.

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

The point is to laugh into a kiss, to laugh at yourself, to laugh w the world but not at it, to share your dreams w people who listen to them, to realize when you’re wrong, to apologize even if it’s years later, to eat the bread that comes w dinner, to dive into the sea even when the water is cold, to forgive yourself but not be blind to your self, to remember your friends birthdays, to look for luck everywhere, to be sentimental and unashamed of it, to admit when you don’t know, to hold a shell to your ear and listen for the ocean, to hold your own hand and not shy away from someone else’s, to stop and smell the roses and the night blooming jasmine and the freesia, to live outside your head, to know how to cook for when you’re joyous and heartbroken and ravenous and lazy, to not crush the spider but help it outside, to always rediscover who you are and allow room for others to do the same, to watch the sunrise, to keep flowers in your house, to not let hopelessness poison you