Hi

[sizvideos]

This campaign defies censorship in social media to raise awareness for early detection of breast cancer

[iamanemotionaltimebomb]

this is actually super fucking smartass of them

[snake-lady]

Reblogging as this is so important everyone! My mum had breast cancer and that shit is not nice so please check yourself ladies and gents! 💕💕💕

[tkthegoddess]

Always a reblog. 💋

[lyra-invisa]

I will forever reblog this when I see it because its so important

[floralfemmes]

hi! I’m samir and I identify as hijra (an east indian/south asian trans/nonbinary identity) and to my knowledge there is no existing flag so I have made one.

pink and blue are for those of us who identify with binary genders as trans people, while the white is for those of us who are nonbinary

the red represents the divinity we were blessed with by Rama

non-hijra please share!!

[moringmark]

[a-trans-comic-by-me]

“Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep” – Mary Elizabeth Frye

Happy Pride 2019!

[ineskew]

[ID: A comic with words from the poem “Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep.” Each line of the poem is accompanied by a drawing, telling the story of a trans man coming out. The full poem is linked here. Line by line, the comic is as follows:

Do not stand at my grave and weep : The main character tells his mom that he’s a man, which is illustrated with a blue Mars symbol in a speech bubble.

I am not there. : The mom turns away from her child, crying and denying him; her speech bubble crosses out the Mars symbol and replaces it with a bunch of pink Venus symbols. Her son reaches after her, distraught.

I do not sleep. : The main character is shown awake in bed with bags under his eyes.

I am a thousand winds that blow. / I am the diamond glints on snow. : In a dream, he falls through the sky crying, his long hair caught by the wind.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain. / I am the gentle autumn rain. : A close-up of the main character’s tears as he closes his eyes.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush : The main character wakes up and puts a hand to his chest. His hair is short now, indicating that time has passed since he came out.

I am the swift uplifting rush / of quiet birds in circled flight. : He puts on his binder with a smile.

I am the soft stars that shine at night. : He looks over to where his cell phone beeps on a nearby table.

Do not stand at my grave and cry. : The phone screen shows a text conversation between the main character and his mom. The incoming message says “Hi!” with a pink Venus sign: his mom is misgendering or deadnaming him. The main character picks up his phone, then puts it back down and turns away.

I am not there. I did not die. : The main character is at Pride surrounded by other people. He waves a transgender flag triumphantly and wears another like a cape, proclaiming his transness to the world with a big blue Mars symbol and an exclamation point in a speech bubble. He has a big, joyful smile.]

[holisticmistake]

Spideypool fic idea #11

SUMMARY: Deadpool is there for Spider-Man from the beginning of his superhero career. Having what’s essentially a murderous fairy godmother changes things for both Peter Parker and Spider-Man. As years pass, Peter’s gratitude takes on a different shape, but he’s afraid to confess his growing feelings and risk losing the person who matters to him most.

(Basically, a morally gray Spidey mentored by Deadpool, which makes him even more badass than he canonically is. I'm working on like three fics rn, but I think this one has possessed me lately.)

The first time Peter meets Deadpool, Peter isn’t Spider-Man yet. Not really. Sure, he wears a costume, a rough, unpolished approximation of the suit that will eventually become his trademark, but that’s about it. Underneath the hastily crafted mask, he’s just Peter Parker, full of anger, grief, and survivor’s guilt. He’s all of fifteen, and the man who raised him has been dead for two weeks.

For those two weeks, Peter has done his best to convince himself that he’s seeking justice, but when he finally finds the criminal who shot Uncle Ben, Peter is too angry for any level of justice. There is only revenge. Peter doesn’t hesitate. He hits once. Twice. Thrice. Violence comes easily to him in his anger.

It’s perhaps a stroke of pure luck that he gets interrupted before he can land the fourth punch:

“You know, there are easier and classier ways to kill a guy,” a voice calls, and thus Deadpool strolls onto the scene and into Peter’s life. He arrives in his red-and-black costume and armed to the teeth, representing all the confidence and coolness that Peter can only hope he could emulate, too.

“I’m not...” going to kill him, Peter means to say to this bold stranger, but the lie catches uncomfortably in his larynx.

“I’m not critiquing the murder, just your methods,” clarifies the intruder, who will later claim the name Deadpool. “I’m sure he’s done something to deserve this.”

Peter turns to him fully. “Walk away.”

The masked stranger sounds amused when he replies, “Really? Just because you asked?”

“Please walk away,” Peter pleads, hoping this lone eyewitness will turn away and let Peter finish what he started.

“Fine, fine,” Deadpool replies, shrugging. “I can tell when my expertise isn’t wanted.”

He turns to leave. Peter turns back to the criminal who’s lying limp on the ground. The man is conscious but barely, pleading for his life quietly.

Peter wavers.

“Can’t do it?” Deadpool asks. He has stopped a little further away, looking over his shoulder curiously.

“I can,” Peter mumbles, more to himself than to any audience.

“First time is the toughest,” Deadpool comments. “It gets easier. Lemme show you.”

Then, he walks over to Peter and reaches for a gun.

In a perfect world, things might have gone down differently.

Perhaps Peter wouldn’t have been quite so angry, blinded by both his grief and guilt. Perhaps, in a perfect world, Spider-Man would have chosen a nobler path. Perhaps he would have looked at the man who shot Uncle Ben and found forgiveness in his heart. In a perfect world, perhaps Deadpool wouldn’t be all that he is.

But it’s not a perfect world.

[catchymemes]

[catchymemes]

[shencomix]

[holisticmistake]

Spideypool fic idea #10

Wade Wilson meets Spider-Man under unusual circumstances and blackmails/bullies/charms his way into friendship with the superhero. As their relationship deepens, Spidey inevitably becomes stupidly overprotective due to his past experiences. Wade is so helplessly charmed by it that he omits the tiny little detail that he’s also Deadpool and thus quite immune to harm.

When Spider-Man finds out, instead of getting mad, he gets even more protective when he realizes how regularly Deadpool gets shot, stabbed, and maimed.

(OR: The one in which Spider-Man falls for Wade Wilson first and Deadpool second, because Wade deserves some loving, too. This has been on my to-write list for way too long. So many fics, so little time!)

The first time Wade Wilson meets Spider-Man, Spidey is mostly naked.

Sure, he has his boxers on, and one of his legs is stuck in his red-and-blue Spider-Man suit, but Wade doesn’t really notice either of those pieces of clothing at the time. All he sees are the delicious abs, long limbs, and miles of pale skin, stretched over lean, functional muscle.

While Wade isn’t exactly a good guy by anyone’s standards, he does try to make a point by not being a total asshole. He knows, in his brain, that right now the only halfway decent thing to do would be to avert his eyes. Maybe he should even turn on his heels and walk away. In fact, Wade means to do just that, but it’s proving a bit challenging to tear his gaze off the hot, gorgeous twink, who appears to be undressing in the alley that Wade uses as a shortcut between his apartment and the nearest corner store.

The guy stares right back, frozenly, still mostly naked. His wide-eyed, horrified gaze is glued on Wade. His mouth moves as if he means to say something, but no words emerge.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Wade says accidentally, waving his hand a little in encouragement.

The guy lets out an indignant sound, raises his hand, and shoots a burst of sticky web straight in Wade’s face. And just like that, Wade’s brain finally catches on that he’s not just meeting the hottest guy he has seen in his life, but that that guy also happens to be Spider-Man.

“Waitwaitwait!” Wade cries out as he tries to struggle the sticky web out of his eyes. “It’s you!”

There are rustling sounds in the alley now. Wade wonders if Spidey is still undressing, if he’s going to be fully naked in seconds, and if Wade will miss the entire show. Or maybe he’s already leaving, ready to disappear into the city before Wade has had the opportunity to even process all this.

“You saw nothing,” Spider-Man hisses. “This didn’t happen.”

“I saw almost everything,” Wade corrects. “But that’s on you for undressing in a very public place.”

“It’s not a public place! Nobody comes through this way. Ever,” Spider-Man replies testily.“And that’s not what I meant, and you know it!”

Wade finally gets the web mostly out of his eyes. He blinks a few times blearily, and then he looks at Spidey. Except it’s not Spidey at all. There’s no sign of the superhero’s suit anymore. An ordinarily dressed guy (who happens to be extraordinarily cute) stands in front of Wade, looking all sorts of annoyed and embarrassed.

Wade means to say something clever and charming, something that will sweep Spidey right off his feet, but once again, staring dumbly is the best he can do.

“Holy fucking shit,” Wade says. “Spider-Man.”

“I am not Spider-Man,” Spidey denies quickly.

Wade tuts. “Lying is unheroic. I saw the suit. Among other things.”

“I just… I’m just a copycat!” Spidey lies unconvincingly. “I dress up as Spider-Man for fun.”

“Now, you see, if you had claimed that you’re a weird fetishist pervert, I might have believed you, considering the circumstances, but a copycat? Not with abs like those,” Wade points out. “I know I’m repeating myself, but holy fucking shit, Spidey. No wonder you can pull off skintights like that.”

“And you call me the fetishist pervert here?” Spider-Man squeaks. His face is turning an interesting shade of red. “At least I’m not the one—!”

“Hey, it’s you who gave me a free show!” Wade protests. “I’m just an innocent bystander who got an eyeful.”

Spidey adjusts his backpack. The embarrassed blush on his cheeks deepens, but he visibly forces himself to be cool about all this.

“You can’t tell anyone,” Spidey says. “As I said, this never happened.”

“If I pretend this never happened, what do I get?” Wade asks promptly, curiously.

Spidey makes a face. “Nothing, besides a good, warm feeling for doing the right thing.”

Wade snorts. “I don’t get warm feelings for doing the right thing. Gimme something, Spidey.”

“This is blackmail,” Spidey grumbles.

Wade nods cheerfully. “Totally!”

[autisticcodex]

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[goatexx]

This is current- it was posted on 8/25/2025

[c-53]

Please take my white ass to anor londo

[shadowysiren]

*grabs you with my long gargoyle-like arms and flies off witj you*

[c-53]

Oh thank god hold me tight you scary motherfucker

[dairymold]

[cleric-chono-is-my-everything]

Continually filling your mutual's dash with your blorbo like some sort of missionary trying to convert them

[captainclickycat]

[i-can-kazoo]

BLORBO NUMBER ONE! BLORBO NUMBER TWO! AND MOIST VON LIPWIG!

[dailycatsblog]

[whatcoloristhatcat]

dilute black (blue) tortoiseshell with low white spotting

[analog-television]

i learned about a stupid looking bird today and i cant stop laughing

its called a crested satinbird (cnemophilus macgregorii)

[bace-jeleren]

[batterbees]

[bob-artist]

You can't just nerf him without admitting that he was too powerful in his original form

[moringmark]

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