it was so clear esc this year was rigged in favor of loreen the moment they said she couldnt have the 1 ton screen from her performance at the melodifestivalen bc it was too heavy so they were gonna have to change the performance but then she still showed up to the semi with the goddamn screen over her lwhile everyone else (*cough* portugal) had to compromise like it’s clear they were always playing favorites also i think we should just abolish the jury vote at this point let the people decide
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that gender post has me wanting to put Gender Shit into words and like man
from Outside i suppose I'd probably be labeled 'nonbinary' since i present in a way that doesn't adhere to gender norms for men and my presentation is androgynous at best
but imo my personal view is like. the gender binary is fake and made up, it's a set of social rules enforced by societal norms, and opting not to comply with it doesn't necessarily change my internal view of my own gender
i'm a guy, that feels easy and uncomplicated. i like he/him pronouns, my medical transition has focused on masculinizing my body via T and top, my everyday interactions with family, friends, partners and coworkers all place me squarely in the realm of 'guy', i don't necessarily think my relationship to my identity is at all complicated or outside the binary. i like being a dude!
it's just, like. why would i ever BOTHER adhering to the social standards or norms for what men are supposed to look or dress like? i'm never going to be a Masculine Ideal- no amount of medical transition can make me taller than 5'0" or make my generally soft features somehow more acceptably masculine. I also no longer give a shit about 'passing' as this is just... not something i care to do and would require caring more about Outside standards than my own perception and comfort
Once i got to a point where I was at ease and completely present in my own body because it met my mental ideal, I just stopped overcompensating with more masculine clothes/leaving my face scruffy/affecting masculine mannerisms, i just like. don't care. i hit 'right' and everything else is My City and I am simply not interested in the standards for what men are supposed to look like or dress like. if we say a cis man can be effeminate and gender non conforming while still id'ing as cis, why do i have to be classed any differently for opting not to bother with social norms?
tl;dr: it's not that i'm NOT nonbinary, it's just that I simply think gender is ALL made up so my dressing and behaving in a certain way doesn't mean I Have To be outside the binary; i feel like a guy, the rest is all just fun and games
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27 and 29 for ao3 wrapped! :)
27. What do you listen to while writing?
whatever i happen to be listening to that day/week/month! im not nearly put together enough to have dedicated playlists for different pieces lol. lately i've been vibing to 夏に溺れたい by Nao'myt (yo the linked lyric vid is so cool, gr8 colors), 나는 왜 by O.O.O., cherry and heavy, california (music/dance video, also amazing colors) by jungle, driftin' and expressions by STUTS, and run by han
29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?
i liked this one b/c it was completely unplanned! the scene had done what it needed to do but then i was like. i want an abrupt mood change teehee
Sokka plucks a slice from the forgotten plate of plums still in Zuko’s hands. “Funny how she talks to you more now that you aren’t dating her daughter.”
“She’s always been protective of Mai, I think.”
A wide grin splits Sokka’s face. “What, because you’re so threatening?”
Zuko blinks. “You don’t think I’m threatening?”
“So, so scary. Just look at this face.”
With one hand, he grabs Zuko’s jaw, his fingers squishing Zuko’s cheeks toward his lips, and Zuko nearly flings his plums in his desperate squirm away. “My cheeks are normal-sized!” he protests against Sokka’s laughter, backing further into the corner.
“Very round. Extremely frightening.”
Embarrassed by Sokka’s teasing and the light feeling bubbling in his chest, Zuko shoves a plum slice into Sokka’s mouth. “Shut up,” he grumbles. “Where did you leave Nisha?”
“Mm mph mr mn—”
“Spirits, Sokka, finish chewing first.”
ao3 wrapped ask game (writer’s edition)!
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internetingishard is nice and all, until you have to fucking code your own site bc the person who made the thing is telling you to try to put semantics but also the entire semantics part was made without css and now you have no idea how to apply all the css you just learned into that sematic thing because it's not organized the same way
so yeah lmaoooo kill me I have every and yet also absolutely no information at my disposal rn so I'm doomed to just have the html without having a fucking clue as to how to make that fucking css
so or I do what he told us not to do and put only div shit, or I do like he told us to do and I don't know how to put the css in place
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