Final shave & full effect of laser hair removal session 5. Session 6 is in 3.5hrs. No makeup, still ruddy from hot shower.
Photo on the right shows the Great Crested Aisling exhibiting her majestic threat display. /david attenborough voice
The crest is particularly noteworthy for being almost undetectable when in a relaxed state. - nota bene
Rinko Kukuichi as Major Motoko Kusanagi
Hiroyuki Sanada as CIT Officer Ishikawa
Ron Perlman as Bato (See, you can still have some white actors, especially if they’re cyborgs!)
Shin Koyamada as Togusa
James Hong as Chief Aramaki
Any more ideas?
4 and a half years difference, I finally recognise myself in the mirror.
Age 18 at my mum’s wedding in may 2010, a tough day having to wear a dress and attempt to look comfortable in it, but i got to change into a shirt and jeans after the ceremony/photos, the family had a great day so i couldn’t complain xD and then now at 2 years on testosterone and about 3 years after “coming out”.
the most gorgeous eyes EVER.
damn son, kiled it.
A big wolf spider was in this bedroom is just barely moved into and kept running a loop over part of the floor, walls, and ceiling, it would hold still for a few moments then race to a spot on the next surface. The three (tall, long-haired, willowy, all strangers to my waking mind) women in the…
Also, the spiders usually are of hyperrealistic detail in fantastic proportion and directly, instinctively predatory-violent to me and everyone else - I don’t recall the spiders ever rising to the intelligence required for malevolence, though sometimes the environment or the larger-scale social hierarchy is in terms of how we’re put at risk.
FUCK YOU HRC
FUCK YOU FOR PUBLISHING THAT CROSSDRESSING IS THE SAME AS BEING TRANSGENDER
FUCK YOU FOR SAYING THAT BEING A TRANS MAN IS THE SAME AS A WOMAN DRESSING AS A MAN
WOMEN CAN DRESS AS MASCULINE AS THEY WANT AND STILL BE WOMEN
TRANS MEN ARE NOT WOMEN WHO ARE CROSSDRESSING
SAYING THAT IS TRANSPHOBIC AS FUCK
FUCK YOU HUMAN RIGHTS CAMPAIGN
oh, jesus. fuck HRC.
oh my god someone better close that fucking umbrella
it’s hella broken
A big wolf spider was in this bedroom is just barely moved into and kept running a loop over part of the floor, walls, and ceiling, it would hold still for a few moments then race to a spot on the next surface. The three (tall, long-haired, willowy, all strangers to my waking mind) women in the room with me—one on the bed, one beside it and one at the doorway—didn’t seem to notice it, even though its leg span was the size of my hand or nearly. I finally mentioned, and stepped past into the kitchen on the other side of one bedroom wall and grabbed a napkin for squashing it/escorting it out. I got back in and one of the women had already cradled the spider in her hand, walking towards me giggling. I started panicking and backing out towards the front door, and they’re laughing at me.
As soon as I step outside and I’m trying to catch my breath, while I can hear the women laughing and moving closer, my ex~wife steps out holding an enormous tarantula with a body easily overfilling her palm that’s black with yellow on its innermost leg segments, and she’s smiling and is about to open her hands and seems to be preparing to toss the spider at me—and I wake up, heart racing.
This is the first spider nightmare where I’m trying to protect people from spiders and they don’t need or want it and are using my fear against me.