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art for chapter 2 from @quitequaintrelle s wonderful south downs fic we shall have the world for our own 🦩🦩

i love this fic so much and i encourage everyone to read it!

to quote the author:

"If it is your deeply cherished belief that Aziraphale and Crowley are cartoon characters who should get to spend their South Downs retirement as old queens being disgustingly romantic losers who can't keep their hands off each other and won't stop beefing with local senior citizens, this story might be for you."

Did simple Sex, Gender, and Sexuality spectrums to show the older gen. 

Having to explain this shït to them is exhausting. my mom just tried to justify my being nonbinary by saying I was a tomboy that grew up in a culture that wanted me to be a ‘girly-girl’. NO, mom i am nonbinary, not a masc. girl.

name 2 foods with the same ingredients that otherwise bear no similarities whatsoever?

suicidal knight in a king's retinue looking for any excuse to fall on his own sword with honor but the king always stops him because he "still has need for him yet"

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

Coming Out

I came out to my mom yesterday, and she’s pretty supportive. But now she wants me to explain what it means in ‘old people words’. I have died. 

I have to explain NoN-BiNaRY!!!! mANDf dEmIsExUAl

Socks are condoms for our feet.

and shoes are the vagina

As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.

It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.

Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.

rb this with ur opinion on this shade of pink: