remember that “charge of the light brigade” thing in the crimean war ended up becoming some symbol of victorian romantic “heroism” and whatever because like some british officer’s orders got fucked up and were phrased ambiguously so a light calvary brigade instead of thinking theyve been given orders to safely attack the rear of retreating russian artillery they thought they were ordered to instead do a frontal charge straight into the guns of fortified russian artillery and then the russians killed the british guys and then had no casualties and british people in britain were like “wow an officer accidentally ordered some soldiers into doing a pointless suicide charge that did nothing thats badass fuck yeah 0 enemy casualties this is awesome we are going to celebrate this it turns out”
Seven Deadly Sins of public transport
I have seen this several times, and I still have no clue how the last one relates to ‘pride’. It’s rude as hell to blare out your music, but where’s the prideful aspect?
Come with me if you want to live
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
sometimes it just ends up being something like
Y’ALL NEED JESUS
Please stop reblogging this post
the props and outfits in porn are amazing
*Trans woman walks out of a women’s restroom*
Cis woman: What were you doing in the women’s restroom?? I don’t really feel safe with people like you in there.
Trans woman: I was only defusing a bomb planted by agents of the patriarchy.
Cis woman: Wow, you’re really cool! Who are you?
Trans woman: The name’s Ronolactone. Spy Ronolactone. Now, do you mind if I go back in there and pee? I was super focused on defusing that bomb, and I didn’t exactly have time to take a pee break.
Cis woman: Um… I don’t think I’m comfortable with that.
Trans woman: Seriously?? Fine, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to use my… license to pee! *holds up legal ID with ‘F’ gender marker*
*SPY RONOLACTONE THEME MUSIC PLAYS*
Later in the episode…
Dr. TERF: Any last words before I lower you into this pool of sharks, Mister “Spy Ronolactone”, if that is your real name?
Spy Ronolactone: Of course it’s not my real name. It’s a goddamn pun.
Dr. TERF: Spoken like a true infiltrator. Prepare to get eaten by sharks. This will show the government not to send their gender agents after me!
Spy Ronolactone: You think the government sent me? The same government with whom you used your position as medical adviser to deny me healthcare?? The same government with whom I had to go through months of stress and headache just to get my ID?
Dr. TERF: … *pulls the lever to lower Spy Ronolactone into the pool of sharks*
A few minutes later, after Spy Ronolactone uses an implausible gadget to escape and a well-choreographed fight scene ensues…
Dr. TERF: Noooooo!!! I’ve fallen into my own pool of sharks!!! *The sharks begin to devour her* You can’t eat me, sharks! I know biology, and I know that sharks don’t eat people!
Shark: But you kept us hungry so that we would eat people! You can’t have your “biology” both ways! *takes another bite*
Spy Ronolactone: Mmmm….. Surf and TERF.
Radio: Agent Ronolactone, excellent work! Report back to the Baeddelship for debriefing.
A few minutes later, back onboard the Baeddelship, Spy Ronolactone is walking down an empty corridor towards a lone door at the end of the hall, a plain wooden door ominously marked in small serif font: DEBRIEFING ROOM.
She opens the door, revealing a massive recreation room, full of trans women in various states of dress and undress. Some have formed large cuddle piles on the carpeted areas; some are playing video games; and some are quietly reading books off in the less crowded areas, wearing noise-cancelling headphones and sipping herbal tea.
Spy Ronolactone: Ah…. finally. *her cell phone rings* Dammit. *answers* Hello?
Shark: Hey, um, this is one of the sharks that ate Dr. TERF. I’m the one that swallowed her head. You see, she genetically engineered us to be able to talk, but we’ve gotten kind of bored and lonely just talking amongst ourselves in this little pool. So anyway, I feel kind of awkward asking this, but could we come to your party?
Spy Ronolactone: That depends. Are you cis?
Shark: Um… I dunno. We’re sharks?
Spy Ronolactone: Fair enough. Are you men?
Shark: Again… we’re sharks. We don’t really have a concept of “gender”.
Dr. TERF: *heard yelling inside the shark, voice muffled* That’s what I’ve been fighting for! The destruction of gender with sharks!
Shark: Um… sorry about that…
Spy Ronolactone: Alright. Finish digesting her and come hang out with us.
*SPY RONOLACTONE ENDING CREDITS PLAY*
Announcer: Next time, on Spy Ronolactone!
*camera cuts to Spy Ronolactone confronting Dr. Brony in his malodorous Man Cave*
Dr. Brony: You say that you, as a *scare quotes* “trans woman”, experience *scare quotes* “transmisogyny” that is worse than the oppression that I face, as a brony, for being a man who likes something that is *scare quotes* "feminine*? Explain how that isn’t heteromisandrist… using LOGIC!
*A robot, covered in suspicious stains, holding a deadly laser pistol in each hand, steps out of the shadows*
Dr. Brony: Logic Checking Bot here will examine your arguments for fallacies! So let’s try to be…
Spy Ronolactone: *scare quotes*
Dr. Brony: …objective!
*DRAMATIC CHORD PLAYS*
don’t read the comments
DON’T READ THE COMMENTS
NEVER READ THE FUCKING COMMENTS NO NOT EVEN ON AUTOSTRADDLE
There is precisely one site where I regularly read the comments - because the comments are frequently far more incisive and worked out than the OPs. That site is Feministe.
the les mis fandom actually terrifies me because its been around for like 300 years in some form and every so often a movie happens and it rises like a sea serpent from the ocean, swallows two of my dearest friends and retreats beneath the waves for another few centuries
how old are you
This. It isn’t fun to talk about, but it’s important. Never let anyone make you feel bad for trying to make yourself feel better.