
I'm Liz, I'm a 34 year old film editor, trans woman and lesbian in Southern California and also I used to draw a lot??? My pronouns are she/her only. this blog is my personal blog so it's going to mainly be a lot of posts about sailor moon, star trek, and feminism.
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Hey I’m in kind of a tight spot financially and I need money so I can buy gas and food this week. Can anybody spare anything to help?
I’d really appreciate it.
thatwaspleasant asked:
What uh. What's the frog story 👀
back when i was in second grade, my elementary school organised a school market with every class selling their crafts for charity. the contribution of my class were hand-sized ceramic frogs we made in art class. each one of us made one of them to be sold for five euros a piece (this is important later). the quality of the frog i made varies drastically based on who is telling the story, and for reasons that will become very apparent later there is no way to check, but i stand by the fact that it was average looking, if a bit wonky.
the day of the market arrived, and all frogs were bought within minutes, snatched up by enthusiastic and proud parents. all except - mine. because my mother hates spending money on unnecessary things, and she hates children’s crafts even more. so she - loudly and vehemently - refused, in her thick eastern european accent, to “spend five euros on an ugly frog”.
i will never forget seeing my ceramic frog alone on the slightly wet cardboard, surrounded by the imprints left behind by the already sold frogs. all the while other parents are getting more and more agitated, trying to get my mother to put the frog out of its misery. eventually, she budged, and spend five euros on a wonky frog. she was absolutely furious about this.
so furious, in fact, that when we came home to where my father was remodelling the kitchen, she WALLED IT IN. that’s right. she cask of amadillo’d that poor ceramic fool. put him into the open wall and slapped concrete over it faster than my poor seven year old self or my dad could protest. out of pure anger over loosing five euros. and that’s where it remains, until this day.
my mom hates when this story is brought up, which is why we bring it up all the time. she also thinks she what she did was right, because “do the other parents know where the frog is? no. only your creation is safe. because i love you.” morally, i would disagree, but on a pure factual basis, she has a point.
i made her another ceramic frog for her last brithday, which was not buried like some pharaoh, and everytime guests compliment it my brother loudly goes “oh you should see the other frog he made” and when they ask to see it, he points at the wall. this is hilarious to him and infuriating for my mother. and that’s the frog story.
people in the notes are strongly divided on whether this is tragic or hilarious. well let me tell you a secret. it is both. all the best stories are
Mass Effect 1 deleted scene:
For context: The party is on the planet Caleston to find Liara T’Soni (Caleston would later be shortened considerably and turned into Therum). A scene takes place at a bar with a Krogan bartender named Ruushock:
Ruushok: “The hell do you want?”
Wrex: “Do you have chicken wings?”
Ruushok: “Sure, here you go.”
Wrex: “I could eat them in spades. They’re so crunchy.”
Garrus: “…Why are you staring at me?”
Wrex: “No reason.”
Thanks to Loadingue of the Mass Effect Modding discord for finding this.
Brits: So we’re gonna call this new sport Association Football but to keep it distinct from Rugby Football we’ll shorten Rugby Football to Rugger and Association Football to Asoccer.
Americans: Sounds good. We also have our own sport called Gridiron Football so that’ll be handy.
Americans: You know, that A at the start of Asoccer gets lost when you speak it, so we’ll just call it Soccer.
Brits: Sounds good to me.
Brits: Absolutely not, that’s wrong, you’re wrong. It’s football and it’s always been football.
Americans: What the?!
Can’t let British people have air conditioning because first they’d call it something twee like “the climate fixer” and then in 20 years they’ll call it “the climb” or “the climmy”
French kids would call it “le climot”, frustrating language officials who would prefer they call it “machine pour le contrôle du climat froide à l'interieure de l'édifice”
HEARTWARMING: BUG-THEMED SUPERVILLAIN CAN DRIVE NOW
Taylor the weird bug girl being a weird bug girl is one of the best genders and I should draw it more.
Also, can someone let me into the gates of gay worm discord? I saw a link once in a fic and was like “my brain rot isn’t strong enough for me to join that” but I’m a month in with like 40 something posts so.. yeah I think I’ve arrived.
Someone leave the gate unlocked for me or something please
Sometimes a family is a 15 year old crime lord who controls bugs, a girl with the superpower of being a really good guesser, a girl who’s really good with dogs but not good with people, a french-canadian with the ability to puppet people, [REDACTED], and Brian.
remember, it’s imperative to turn your aesthetic preferences into moral ones. you can’t just dislike neutral colors, or glass-and-steel skyscrapers, or flat design, they have to be symbols of neoliberal capitalism in decay. it’s incredibly important that you make sure everybody knows that the only reason anyone could like the things you don’t like is that they’re an empty shell of a person.

Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse