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robynnhoud · 1 year
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I AM SO SICK OF LIFE
I DON'T WANT TO DIE
I AM SO SICK AND TIRED OF THE MONOTONY OF HOME TO SCHOOL TO WORK TO HOME TO SCHOOL TO WORK TO HOME
I WANT TO LEAVE
I WANT TO LIVE
I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE A CHORE ANYMORE
I WANT A CELEBRATION
I LIVE
I AM ALIVE
WHY CAN'T I ENJOY IT
WHY DO I JUST HAVE TO SETTLE WITH "I'LL DIE ONE DAY"
I DON'T WANT TO
LET ME LIVE
LET ME OUT OF HERE
WHY AM I FORCED TO HATE LIVING
WHY CAN'T I RUN SAVAGE IN A FIELD
WHY CAN'T I LIVE IN A CAVE
EAT BERRIES FROM THE BUSH
I'M SO SICK OF MODERNISM
EVERYTHING'S SO BORING
IT'S ALL SO BLAND
BEIGE
DISGUSTING
WHERE'S THE COLOR
WHY CAN'T I BE IGNORANT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE
WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER IN THIS MEAT PRISON
LET ME OUT
I DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE
HELP
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robynnhoud · 1 year
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robynnhoud · 1 year
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Doofenshmirtz
I vote that more hero/arch nemesis duos should be divorced-with-children. I want to see a cgi heavy superpowered action scene take place against a backdrop of custody & visitation negotiations.
"a fucking DEATH RAY, are you SERIOUS with this trite supervillainry bullshit, listen you impotent little cold sore i am notifying my lawyer and YOU ARE LOSING WEEKENDS"
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robynnhoud · 1 year
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robynnhoud · 1 year
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hades explaining that he’s the god of the dead, not the god of death
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i can never see myself going back to disposable pads after trying reusable pads. cloth pads are waay more absorbent, breathable and comfortable that i don’t feel like i have any pad on. i also thankfully dont get any rashes, redness or irritations from the cloth pads
i know it can be very intimidating to switch but at least try ONE PAD so you can try it before you judge it! 
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robynnhoud · 1 year
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Today I learned that Kronk from The Emperor’s New Groove is canonically Jewish in the spinoff series.
Here’s the link to the whole challah recipe, before anyone asks: https://twitter.com/disney/status/1411022232445464585
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robynnhoud · 1 year
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THE PEPPER WAS PREGNANT
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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Americans, vote like your life depends on it because if this bill passes it literally will. They’re straight up trying to make it legal to arrest people for existing as LGBT.
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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I'm just saying if an Owl House art book isnt released after the show I will be taking this up with the mouse :)
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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i love you lesbian boyfriends i love you malewives i love you drag kings i love you drag queens i love you crossdressers i love you transmasc women i love you transfem men i love you beards and makeup i love you boygirls and menwomen i love you gender nonconformity
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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The suffix "-ette" in French means a smaller version of an object, such as "cigarette" meaning "small cigar," and "maisonnette" meaning "small house".
So "baguette" implies that there's this huge super bread that is just called a "bague", right?
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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Reblogging for research purposes
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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PSA
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robynnhoud · 2 years
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Lately I've been thinking about the ways that families, and society, just aren't taught to celebrate queer people.
Probably the most significant life change that my sister experienced as a young adult was getting married to her husband. They are both lovely people, and their marriage was celebrated by an expensive formal ceremony surrounded by friends and family. There was catering and beautiful clothing and a hired band and dancing and photographers. My sister and her husband were surrounded by people who loved them, and were expressing their love and their joy. It was considered normal and natural for the occasion to be marked, and marked well.
The most significant life change I've experienced to this point in adulthood has been coming out as trans. Like my sister, I bought outfits for the occasion (but wardrobe essentials rather than a wedding dress). Also like my sister, I filled out paperwork to change my legal name (although the process was significantly longer and more expensive in my case, and the change was met with confusion and annoyance rather than congratulations). The similarities ended there. There was no party. No one congratulated me. There was no sense of celebration. Just the relief of "Thank hell the paperwork's over with," and the exhaustion of having to repeatedly remind disinterested relatives about names and pronouns and Gender Studies 101. Years later, most of my family still misgenders me behind my back, and frequently to my face. Not "on purpose." They just don't care enough to learn.
But hot damn, coming out means something, motherfucker. Queer self-discovery is hard and it is long, and it is an achievement. It deserves to be recognized, and to be celebrated.
Looking back, I wish I had celebrated. I wish I had dressed up and insisted on a family dinner at a nice restaurant. I wish I had told people to send me congratulatory greeting cards. I wish I had demanded to be celebrated. But it didn't occur to me, much less to my family members. That's the extent to which we are taught to ignore the significance of queer experiences. I went through a journey that transformed my life, and it didn't even occur to me to celebrate.
And even if it had, I would have had to celebrate alone, at least in spirit. Because the same people who were so excited to show up and celebrate my sister's marriage, this major milestone of her adulthood, just fundamentally did not care about the milestone I had reached. They barely acknowledged it; it didn't match their own experiences, and so they didn't recognize its importance. Crucially: they didn't offer me congratulations or celebration, because they were never taught to. And that's a pile of rubbish. All this to say:
Celebrate queer family & friends with the same gusto you celebrate cishets.
Bitch.
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