people have their opinions, but you can’t deny that kinioto/green yuri.. a yuri with a canon butchfemme lesbian couple as the main characters.. getting animated by cloverworks, getting officially licensed music by nirvana.. getting such insane production hype… is HUGE for yuri
‘me too’ U will never be him. U could only hope to achieve his level of whimsy and light. he likes being called good boy because he IS a good boy. u just have a boner. look at him. his boner is in his heart
If you see this, thanks for including Old School RuneScape Phoebe! It means a lot to see something our community loves appear in your work. Wishing everyone involved all the best with the release!
This isn't "just in." Iran bitched about this months ago; and Seattle designated the date of the pride match before the fixture was even announced (ie they didn't know it'd be Egypt v Iran-- just that *a* game on that date would be the Pride match).
That said, it is fucking hilarious that two regimes which impose anti-gay censorship, will have the backdrop of a massive cultural moment (as any world cup match is), be Seattle levels of gayness.
10/10 from the football gods' script-writing room.
this fight is giving a lot of people trouble
without a proper explanation of all the systems it's pretty hard to brute force tbh. here's how i beat clem
I came out to my partner at the time and some close friends, then just kind of full sent on transition with hormones, voice training, new clothes etc. figured I’d come out for my 3 year hrt anniversary with a note at the end of a video showing all the love I had each day of 2024
Last week, our Law Department filed an amicus brief in support of transgender New Yorkers, affirming a simple principle: your medical decisions and personal health information belong to you, not the government.
Proud to stand with trans and queer young people across New York in defending privacy and dignity for all.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.
If you’ve never had a fake email job these exist. They’re called work trips. Your job sends you to Suck and Fuck Arkansas to stay at a Marriott that is next to a boarded up Applebees and a military recruitment center. The only good part about them is blacking out at the hotel bar