Next time you're around when the mail gets delivered, ask your delivery person if they're understaffed or not.
But don't hold them up too much, they have a lot of work to do.
literally i cannot stress how important it is that everyone has a thing.
using "what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament" to mean "yeah i made an embarrassing reference but you understood it which is also embarrassing" is very funny to me
First day of spring 🌱
uncropped wallpaper sizes // prints, posters, etc
Cats with knives.
Reblog this when it’s on your dash. You will save someone’s life.
Two days ago my husband said "...and he was pissed" and I said "don't say that around the kids!" so he corrected himself to "and he was liquid angry" and I've been laughing since
It’s trans, not trans*
It’s trans men and trans women, not transmen and transwomen—trans is an adjective that answers “what kind of men/women"—cis works the same way
Never call trans men FTMs or trans women MTFs without their permission
Trans is short for transgender, it’s not plural for anything—trans person and trans people are both correct
Never use “born in the wrong body” or “used to be a boy and became a girl” or “biologically/genetically male/female”—all are just fancy ways to misgender someone (self identification with these phrases is different)
Transgendered is wrong, so is “a transgender” and “transgenders”
Being trans is not a sexuality nor is it a “sexual disorder” or any kind of disorder at all—gender identity disorder is not a real thing, and being trans isn’t a medical condition
“Transsexual” is generally considered an offensive term and should never be used to describe someone without their permission
Don’t refer to a trans person’s gender as their gender identity, it’s just their gender
Similarly don’t refer to their pronouns as “preferred pronouns"—they’re not preferred, they’re mandatory
maidens if you are going to flee dramatically from my castle in the middle of the night once i reveal my true nature to you please leave your candelabra on the little ledge by the portcullis we are running out of them