Ok so today I was on the bus with another trans guy and we were talking about how hard it is to get testosterone. The waiting lists, the price, all the doctors you have to go to, that kind of stuff. Except, we were calling it ’T’, like you do when you’re both closeted and in public.
Then suddenly the elderly lady sitting behind us was like ‘young men, either I’m going crazy or you both have never heard of supermarkets, they have shelves full of tea there! Do you need directions to one?’
To which my buddy starts to explain, because why not. ‘Well you see, we’re both trans, and… ’
The lady didn’t wait for him to finish his sentence. ‘Oh no, I don’t mind that at all! Now do you want to know how to get to a place that sells tea? I’m actually heading there right now!’
We let her take us to the supermarket. We let her show us, excitedly, where the tea was. We both bought loads.
okay but imagine Jadzia learning about Earth culture and finding out that about 370 years ago, they had these things called /heelies/, prompting the following events:
Jadzia rolling into ops, 10 minutes late with a raktajino and the sickest mirrored shades on (Kira cups her hands over her mouth and shouts, YOU LOOK GOOD, BABE!! they both do this every morning. someone stop them.)
Nog’s heelies light up. Jake’s glow in the dark. Ziyal’s heelies light up AND glow in the dark. Nog and Jake are intensely jealous.
Julian being peer pressured into wearing replicated heelies JUST to show O'Brien that, yes, his genetically engineered coordination CAN handle one little wheel on a shoe, though I can’t believe you would buy into this silly little fad, Miles, really I- and promptly falls over the raised Cardassian partitioning in the floors
Garak being aghast at the horrible aesthetics of these shoes (sneakers? he wouldn’t be caught DEAD. and with a name like heelie, you would expect at least a modest pump), and starts his own line of fashionable footwear with Julian as his muse/model/awkwardly enthusiastic guinea pig
Jadzia learns finger guns. Who taught the old man finger guns. Please, she won’t stop doing it. And Major Kira, PLEASE stop pretending to faint every time Lieutenant Dax does finger guns in your general direction, I am trying to run a space station and there is a time and a place f-
Odo enforces a strict ban on heelies on the Promenade. Quark starts an illegal underground roller derby. Odo enforces a strict ban on Quark.
Rom carries on the roller derby and is, surprisingly, the reigning champ. His name is Lobes of Lightning. Odo would arrest him, but really, there’s so much sweaty neon spandex he’d rather not.
lmao on the edinburgh zoo site it says “there is a daily penguin parade at 14:15 but it may be cancelled last minute as it is a voulntary parade, we do not coax the penguins with food, and they may not want to go out” lmao anarchopenguinism
this is the cutest goddamn thing i’ve ever heard
I saw the penguin parade. It was a very slow parade, because the
pingüinos take their sweet time and aren’t very fast walkers to begin with.
can I volunteer to be a penguin
I feel like the world needs to know the context of the edinburgh zoo penguin parade, becausr I’ve been going there my entire life and I only found out about this the other year.
So a while back (I can’t remember exactly when but I think it was some time around the 40s/50s), a bunch of penguins escaped. A keeper left the gate open so a bunch of penguins just… followed them. And the people loved it. Look at these adorable birds outside their cage just following that guy around! So they get all the penguins back inside and realise that none of them really ran off, they just followed the keeper and went back inside and crowd thought it was amazing, so why not make it a regular thing? Get enough people there that if one of them goes to make a run for it (which at least one has in the past), they can’t get past the people, and let the ones who want outside have a little wander. So every day, they get a crowd, they open the gate, and whatever penguins want to get out can go, waddle about, squawk at people, and then hop back inside.
Also, one of those penguins is Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf III, Colonel-in-cheif of the Norwegian King’s Guard. This isn’t really related to the parade at all, I just love the fact that there’s a penguin in the Norwegian army
Reblogging with Brigadier Sir Nils Olaf III inspecting his troops.
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
