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arielthedaydreamer · 8 hours
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but: If you're a man -whether you've been one all your life or just recently started to notice within yourself the need to become one- that's enough.
You don't have to pass a test, there is no quiz, you don't have to check a minimum amount of gender role boxes. No one can tell you HOW to be a man. It doesn't matter how you look or how your body looks, how you talk, how you act, how you behave, what your sexuality is. You don't even have to fit in with the other guys. If being a man feels right for you, you can say "This is me and I'm a man".
The gender police will never knock on your door. Your gender is your own business and no one else's. No one can tell you what a man can or can't do. There is no wrong way to be a man. Be the kind of man you want to be, the kind that sparks joy. You can do it, bro. I believe in you.
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arielthedaydreamer · 10 hours
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The way transphobic cis gay men depict gay trans men is so weird.
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arielthedaydreamer · 10 hours
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A little reminder for everyone who says "transmisandry cannot exist because misandry doesn't":
It does.
The number of countries that have a system of conscription and force you to join the military as soon as you graduate from school (if you are a man) is horrifying.
In every war on earth the majority of both armies are men.
There are places where the death sentence exists just for men.
The majority of victims of police brutality are men.
"But men invented those things!" oh did they? maybe you can name a male inventor of wars and police? or was it a Society that made these things possible?
"But I'm talking specifically about *insert a country*, it isn't so in *insert a country*!" you don't claim that we don't need feminism just because in your place women have access to education and other rights. or do you?
The fact that male rights activism is discredited by some assholes doesn't imply that this activism is useless or toxic in the core.
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arielthedaydreamer · 10 hours
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If cat don't like nose being booped, why nose so boopable?
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I went down a different Gaiman rabbit hole and now I have a sketchbook page for Sandman, oops.
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arielthedaydreamer · 3 days
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diversity loss this trans man is just as much of an emotionally unavailable avoidantly attached brick as any cis guy
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arielthedaydreamer · 4 days
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BUZZFEED UNSOLVED (2016 - 2021) MYSTERY FILES (2023- )
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arielthedaydreamer · 4 days
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Ok one person asked so by the laws of Tumblr here it is. Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Sorry I could NOT explain the zipline thing. :v also I was 16 when I wrote this.
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Henchperson Redemption
-What is that? -Asked Olaf at his henchperson, who stood in front of the Baudelaires.
-Well -They said. - In this world too often governed by corruption and arrogance, I decided to stay true to my philosophical and literary principles
-....What did you say? 
-Oh, I mean… 
They grabbed a bat and swung it, hitting Olaf's head and making him fall to the ground. The Baudelaires gasped.
-Uh, this… this is what I mean. That's for killing my cat...Bye.
-GET THEM! -Yelled Olaf, completely forgetting about Sunny, whom he was ready to throw off a zipline cliff and now had just escaped from his hands.
The henchperson took a rope and tied it around themself and the confused Baudelaires, and then proceeded to swing it across the zipline rope and the three of them jumped off the cliff in a less than safe manner.
The Baudelaires screamed, but the henchperson couldn't help but laugh in nervous joy as the wind hit their face.
But the henchperson hadn't thought this through, and soon enough joined the screaming choir as the old rope gave in and they fell in the bushes below.
-Uh, Are.. you guys ok? AAAAH -The henchperson yelled, shaking a spider from their face.
-Yeah. You? -Said Klaus.
-Oh, I'm fine.
-Hm.. why did you save us?
-Oh.. -The henchperson looked down, taking a piece of paper from their own pocket. -W-well, I thought Count Olaf would be in jail before the list got this far up but… it seems you will be my siblings now.
-Ahna? - "What?", Said Sunny in baby talk.
-Your next tutor is Marina Boulevard. That's my mother. But like… I really wouldn't wish that torture on anyone, so like... I think you should come with me instead.
-How do we know we can trust you? -Said Violet
-Oh… yeah, there's that… uh, pinky promise? -They made a poker face. The Baudelaires just stared. They sighed.
-Ok. I'm gonna take you to my mother and you'll see what I mean… Oh, my name is Laurent, by the way.
-Pleasure to meet you. -Said Violet, with a nervous smile. -What will we do when Count Olaf shows up there?
-Oh, you won't have to worry.
-What do you mean? -Said Klaus
-I called the police and told them he'll be there. I even know which disguise he's wearing, it's the only one that's not washing. Not even Mr.Poe would be able to miss him this time...
Laurent chucked and the Baudelaires followed.
-Mr. Poe is not very observant… -Said Klaus.
-"The reptiles are contagious" -Laurent mimicked, laughing -For real?
Then there was silence. Oh, no. Now Laurent had reminded the Baudelaires of the day they helped to kill their previous tutor. They sighed.
-I'm sorry about Montgomery. I didn't know he was dead until Count Olaf called me at like 5 a.m
-Why were you helping him? -Asked Klaus, looking down.
-I don't know… I guess I just had some sort of Stockholm syndrome with that group. 
-When did you join them? -Asked Violet
-Uh… like 5 years ago? I had just escaped my house with a backpack and a cat when I ran into him. What else was I gonna do, eat mice?
-Makes sense. -Said Klaus. 
-Is your mother that bad for you to run away? -Asked Violet. Laurent chuckled.
-Oh, you just wait and see.
The group had just crossed the trees and found a road when a cab stopped in front of them.
-Hello. Does anyone need a ride somewhere for a reasonable fee?
The group took the cab and went on their way to the place Laurent hated more than anything: Their own childhood house.
You see, Laurent's childhood house was never a home. A "home" is a place where one feels loved and supported. It's a place where one would feel relieved, coming back through the door after a difficult day at school.
But Laurent's house was not a home. It wasn't a place to feel comfort, unless one is comfortable with being yelled at by their mother, or being thrown a table to the face.
Miss. Boulevard was a cruel and frustrated woman, who got angry at her husband so often that she wanted to yell and scream at someone. And that someone was more often than not, the poor young Laurent.
After 16 years of being yelled at and having plates thrown at their face, young Laurent finally took the only things they loved in this dreadful home, and ran away never to come back. Until now.
Laurent approached the door of the big white mansion and pressed the doorbell. A middle aged woman with dyed blonde hair and a pink gown opened the door with a shocked expression.
-LAURENT! 
The former henchperson took a step back, their expression frozen with tension.
-Uh.. Hi.. I brought the Baudelai--- 
-HOW DO YOU JUST SHOW UP HERE LIKE THIS AFTER 5 YEARS OF NOTHING?! 
The Baudelaires recoiled at her loud, obnoxiously high pitched voice, feeling that they were about to go deaf.
-U-uh… -Laurent stammered
-WHERE EVEN HAVE YOU BEEN? WERE YOU IN SOME SORT OF CRIMINAL GANG? OH I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE THROWN YOU IN THE SEA WHEN YOU WERE BORN, YOU GIVE ME NOTHING BUT DISAPPOINTMENT. WERE YOU TAKING DRUGS? OH I BET YOU WERE TAKING DRUGS!
-Uh, good luck. -Said Laurent, before running as fast as they could, leaving the Baudelaires and their vulnerable, sensible ears alone with Ms. Boulevard.
The day proceeded to be as dreadful as you can imagine. Everytime Klaus made a mistake, or Sunny dropped a fork, the trio would hear a wave of high pitched screaming coming their way. Miss Boulevard did not tolerate the most simple misstep, and any simple undesired word could trigger her to yell for hours.
With their ears hurting and dreading the next day, the Baudelaires prepared themselves to sleep in Laurent's old room.
When Laurent used to sleep in that room, everything was tidy and meticulously put together. But as soon as Ms. Boulevard found out, 5 years ago, that Laurent was gone, she got into the room and smashed everything to pieces in an explosion of rage. 
Now all that was left of the room was a pile of broken things, with three beds recently added in the middle for the Baudelaires to sleep in.
But as soon as the Baudelaires lay in their beds, they heard a knock on the window. Violet stood up and opened it to let Laurent inside.
-Now I think you made your choice, right?
-Yes, there's no way we can be here with her.
-Well, I just saw her sign the contract with Mr. Poe. He came in really quickly. 
-Oh no. What do we do now? -Said Violet.
-Well, now I'm literally your sibling, so no one will care if I hang out with you for like….forever or anything.. I mean, usually they would care, it would be considered kidnapping, but this is Mr.Poe we're talking about. So…. Who wants to escape?
And like that, the Baudelaires left the house with Laurent. In the middle of their escape, they heard the siren of a police car. The Baudelaires had just gotten comfortable in Laurent's really old and probably illegally acquired car, when they saw Count Olaf in a maid disguise, being dragged by the police into their car. They all laughed as they escaped, feeling like perhaps finally, their series of misadventures could have come to an end.
Is anyone interested in reading a silly ASOUE fanfic I wrote when I was bored where I redeem the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender, make them leave Count Olaf and "save" the Baudelaires ? As long as you don't mock me for it xD
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arielthedaydreamer · 4 days
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Fullmetal alchemist but instead of having a metal arm and a leg I get to have a metal dic--
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arielthedaydreamer · 5 days
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❌️"I'm feeling dysphoric :("
✅️"I am a misterious and broken man. The world has deemed me a monster for the way my body is shaped and forced me to live in the shadows. Their hatred has darkened my heart and thus I have sworn to never trust no mortal again. Forever I shall roam the streets, a dark figure wearing black, dreaming of the day in which a beautiful woman may see the man behind the moster I have become and heal my soul with a true love's kiss"
romanticizing your life is such a powerful tool and it’s a shame that it’s mostly used by people on tiktok to justify the purchase of expensive breakfast smoothies when there are few better ways to force oneself through unpleasant shit than imagining a cinematic backstory for your extremely quotidian suffering
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arielthedaydreamer · 5 days
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I swear sometimes just the sight of a guitar in a music video brings me immense joy
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arielthedaydreamer · 7 days
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arielthedaydreamer · 14 days
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Once I wondered what was holding up the ground But I can see that all along, love it was you all the way down
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arielthedaydreamer · 14 days
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So I'm drawing Morpheu's throne, went looking for references, can we talk about the hand rest tho?
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It's his stupid mosquito mask, but also kinda shaped like an hourglass... pretty cool design!
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arielthedaydreamer · 14 days
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Bro was so surprised his eyes turned normal 😭😭
sure boop is good and all but have you considered
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BIP!
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arielthedaydreamer · 14 days
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Drawing @neil-gaiman while in therapy :v
I'm an art college student now :D!! Just begginning to learn the basic techniques. They do make a difference.
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arielthedaydreamer · 24 days
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Slowly beginning to understand why adults are all fucked up in the head
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