this is a good joke but the concept of a funko pop physically aging terrifies me more than anything i’ve ever encountered in my life
Tag: body horror
The AO3 Tag of the Day is: Constipation
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intrusive thoughts greatest hits
featuring such classics as,, Shave Your Teeth
What they say:
There is a skeleton inside you.The truth:
You are inside your skeleton. You are a brain.What the fuck
“trans people have existed the entire time” yo i studied greek and roman literature in college and this dude Lucian (2nd century CE) wrote a piece called Dialogue of the Courtesans and one chapter called “The Lesbians” (unfortunately misnamed) has a courtesan named Leaina tell about a lover she had named Megilla who was AFAB but preferred to be called Megillus and presented himself as male and insisted in very detailed dialogue he was male in every way except for his birth, check it out
thank you! it’s seriously ridiculous how terfs think trans people just popped up in the sixties?? like?? talk about not knowing your own history
there’s also the Cult of Cybele, an important religion to the Roman empire that had a priestess-hood made up of trans women. Catallus, a very famous latin author, wrote about their mythology, where apparently dysphoria is treated as a sacred calling from the goddess. Here’s my fave translation, it doesn’t add in any unnecessary misgendering that wasn’t there in latin, because apparently translators feel the need to do that sometimes. TW for descriptions of intense dysphoria, and a gorey description of ancient bottom surgery.
a good rule of thumb is that if you see the word ‘eunuch’ in a history book, that’s usually a reference to trans women that’s been lost in time thanks to the rise of Christianity.
Pauline Hanson has urged Australians to eat only non-halal Easter eggs.
“Cadbury is no good! I personally prefer Lindt, for they don’t cave in to this PC Lefty bullshit of making halal Easter eggs. They make sure there’s pig’s blood in every single one! Just like how my mother used to make.”
She bit into one. Blood and nougat burst from the core.
“Mmmm… delicious.” She reached for a chocolate bunny and, with one swift bite, severed its head clean in two. “Oh my, this one is particularly bloody. How very Australian.”
“Have a safe Easter,” she said as blood dripped down her horrifying snarl of a smile. The red mingled with her already red sweater, creating a horrific drip pattern. “Be safe,” she repeated, softer, bloodier, as she stared deep into the camera.
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