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Fun history facts: One of the 31 people arrested at Stonewall on June 28th 1969 was American folk singer Dave Van Ronk, who was not at the Stonewall Inn at the time and was cis & straight as far as I'm aware. He'd been eating dinner at a nearby restaurant when he noticed a riot happening, said "Well I suppose I should go see what the fuss is about," stepped outside, and immediately started throwing bricks at the cops.
I saw a post a little while ago that I'll never find again, but it's still bugging me. It was written like a PSA about proper procedure for applying testosterone gel--mainly, how you're not supposed to let it get on anyone else's skin.
And that's correct. But the post went hard on it, like "please, please be aware of the risks of this medication, it can do so much damage to others if you're not careful, I just think we should be honest about the advantages and disadvantages of medications like this."
It could've been sincere, but it gave me concern-trolling vibes real bad and I can't get it out of my head. So here's my PSA:
Don't slap on your T-gel and then immediately rub your bare bicep on anyone.
Once 2 hours have passed, the remaining amount available to be absorbed is negligible. The med guide says to wash your bicep before you rub it on anyone, but even that's being extremely cautious.
Testosterone isn't poison. If you apply a full dose every day, it still takes months before anything noticeable happens. It's not going to kill someone who accidentally touches your skin for .5 milliseconds.
You do not have to handle T-gel like it's drain cleaner. It's not corrosive. Cis women have testosterone. It's a thing that humans have in our bodies. Avoid getting your medication onto anyone else, but holy shit nothing bad is gonna happen if you forget one time and snuggle shirtless.
T-gel is alcohol-based, so it's best to refrain from being on fire until it has dried thoroughly.
Don't put it on your dick. If you've ever accidentally or on purpose gotten IcyHot on your dick, you have an intuitive understanding of how the skin there differs from bicep skin. Also, the effects of testosterone gel don't localize like that and your dick is fine, I promise.
Don't eat it. I don't know why you'd want to, but don't.
Don't leave the bottle out around little kids on account of little kids being the way that they are, i.e., enthusiastic about potions.
all my werewolves are getting this quirk. karl barks if you will
got diagnosed today, my fiancée made me a cake
growing up being told you’re mature for your age because you are kind and curious by nature and then being left behind constantly and having your needs neglected because of this assumption of maturity and issues within the family and growing up just with this idea that you are beyond the need for nurturing and attention from adults and you don’t need care because in your mind it’s useless and then having this soul crushing guilt and sense of inadequacy when you inevitably crave this seemingly meaningless care that you really truly need
Sometimes I think this world is cruel and unjust but then I remember how I dropped my wallet when I was on the bicycle 8 years ago and a homeless man ran 6 blocks to return it to me. Sometimes I think this world is lonely and grey but then I let the rain touch my body and hear birds make their way home at evening and for a moment, just a moment- I understand why Prometheus stole fire and laid it at man's feet, why dying stars leave a trail of wishes, why I still love 6-year-old Erica I met on a summer trip a decade ago, even though I never saw her again.
Sometimes I think this world is a bad place, but then I look around me and in all its chaos and mosaic of bodies and souls and dreams, I see beauty and goodness hidden behind kind eyes and rough hands.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
and sometimes when i think a meteor should destroy earth, us, i stop and remember.
i remeber there are still people who read on the subway. i remember there are little boys switching r to w when they speak. i remember there are old couples who still speak german because it was the first language they learned at the small german colony where they were born. i remember there are girls scared to make it official. and boys and girls in the path of falling in love with eachother. and boys in love who live together with their cats like an old married couple. and beautiful boys who play bass at church.
i remember there are big fluffy dogs the next doors. i remember someone still has lot of paper cranes to make before one thousand. i remember there are songs to be played in a guitar and to be sang to a crowd. i remember there are boybands yet to go huge. i remember there are museums holding so much art that is just waiting to be seen again tomorrow. i remember there are writers yet to show their writings to the world and love confessions yet to be made to beautiful boys who play bass at church.
i remember there are volleyball matches to be played in a couple of days. i remember there are ice cream flavors just waiting to be created. i remember there are people waiting to be bumped on and make friends with the bumper. i remember there are college professors with a lot of dad jokes to make and interesting remarks about your country's literature to teach.
i remeber there are big brothers living away from their little sisters who want to see them again. i remember there are parents counting the days to travel abroad to see the son they haven't seen in a couple of years. i remember that there are cousins who don't talk anymore just wanting a little bit of courage to reach out to eachother.
i remeber there is an ocean waiting for children to play in it tomorrow and waiting for new sailors to depart in their first journey. and a sky waiting for more planes to cross it and for rockets to leave it. and sunflowers waiting to be loved by teenagers just as much as they were loved by a dutch painter over a century ago. and dandellions waiting to carry people's whishes to the divinity they believe in.
so when i want a meteor to destroy us, i remember there are so many things a breath away from happening if we let the planet and its people live. there are so many things we get to appreciate and can keep appreciating if we let our planet and our people live
so when i want a meteor to destroy us i roll up my sleeves and fight for my planet and my people the way i can. there are things already lost, but we can pick up what we can save and show them what truly makes us human
“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”
— Agatha Christie
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
i finished a little life 💔💔💔
starchaser + wolfstar double date 🌙✨☀️
a little fanfic
can't sleep and I think it's bc I desperately need the tumblr world know that A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara is: 1) camp (and brilliant camp, but that's a whole fucking dissertation); 2) fanfiction (which personally I would argue is inherently camp, so); 3) more specifically, Marauders fanfiction; & 4) even more specifically, remus/sirius aka wolfstar fanfic.
Jude is Remus, Willem is SIrius, J.B. is James, & Malcolm is Peter. I"m not talking strictly characterization or personality-wise (though there's some decent-ish overlap there), or saying that the plot of ALL has all that much to do with anything that happens to/among the Marauders in the plot of HP. But the relational dynamics, the tropes and archetypes solidifying these characters as a quartet, are so utterly parallel to mountains, fucking mountains of wolfstar fanfic. Precocious, quiet, tortured (not to mention literally scarred/self-harming) Remus/Jude; charming, effortlessly cool, hyper-protective Sirius/Willem; popular, charismatic, ringleader-ish James/JB; insecure, waffly, often-an-afterthought Peter/Malcolm. And the slow-burn love story between Jude & Willem - fucking wolfstar wolfstar wolfstar. The first, like, half-ish (idk, it's been a few months since reading?) of the book utterly teases the reader with subtextsubtextsubtext (or, in hp, canoncanoncanon) and then the rest of the novel actually *makes good* on that subext once Willem first realizes he's fallen in love with Jude (or, in hp, fanficfanficfanfic).
I have no idea if HY has ever read wolfstar and that is utterly beside my point because the author is dead and thank you for attending my brief lecture. also jesusfuckingchrist I have been holding this analysis in my little heart for so long bc no one irl even knows I know what fanfiction is lol.
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
Sometimes I’m just minding my own business and my mind suddenly goes why wasn’t friendship as good as relationship why wasn’t it even better it was two people who remained together day by day bound not by sex or physical attraction or money or children or property but only by the shared agreement to keep going the mutual dedication to a union that could never be codified and I’m like fuck that’s so true
A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara
remus lupin is the jude st. francis of harry potter
—The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
no more marvel. no more booktok books with the same cover. no more poetry collections that are written solely for the quotes to circulate online. no more songs written with the intention of going viral. please i’m begging.
Kronos, eating ‘baby Zeus’:
Kronos: wow this meal rocks
my life was never the same after reading “the only trick of friendship, i think, is to find people who are better than you are. not smarter, not cooler, but kinder and more generous, and more forgiving and then appreciate them for what they can teach you and try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself no matter how bad or good it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. but the best, as well”
this is so wolfstar coded
Regulus: Why are Sirius and Remus sitting with their backs to each other?
James: They had a fight.
Regulus: Then why are they still holding hands?
James: Sirius get sad when they fight.
“Do you have to do that here?”
Regulus looked up from his plate. They were halfway through lunch and Regulus had been trying to tweak an essay before his next class. “Do what? My homework?” He asked.
“No,” Sirius hissed and gestured at Regulus with a wave of his hand. “Do you have to wear that thing in front of all of us? We’re trying to eat, Reg.”
“Why would my jacket stop you from eating?”
“It’s not your jacket! It’s James’ jacket. His favourite jacket - and you wearing it in front of everyone is basically like having public sex. Nobody wants to watch their little brother have public sex, Regulus!”
Regulus blinked. Sixteen years had made him accustomed to his brother’s eccentricities. James, on the other hand, was looking slightly pale. “If me wearing James' jacket is like having public sex, what is giving Remus a handy in potions?”
“A good time,” Said Remus, before going back to his tea.
“How do you even know about that?” Sirius asked. His eyes shot to James’ guilty face.
James shrugged. “I like to share my trauma.”
Clicking his tongue, Sirius turned back to Regulus. “Take off the jacket.”
“Go fuck yourself.”
I have a *thing* for Wolfstar fics when Remus thinks Sirius isn't going to stick with him because he's not good enough for Sirius, then it flips to Sirius's POV and he's tripping over his own feet because he's just so into Remus he can't think straight.
Interviewer to Remus: So what it's like to marry someone way, way, WAY out of your league?
Sirius, grabbing the mic: Amazing. I never thought I would ever be this happy.
Andrew Garfield, Tom Holland and Tobey Maguire on set of “Spider-Man: No Way Home”
Vincent Giarrano on Instagram