Beardsandgentlemen

Bristol,U.K. Love Vinyl, Supernatural, Teenwolf, and reblogging images that make me happy.   Disclaimer: I do not own any of these images, they have been either found online or reblogged. Removal upon request.

[greatvoidpersona]

[depsidase]

[byjove]

could you imagine if it happened this pride month

[feed-the-roses]

[radicalgraff]

"It's not complicated, it's genocide"

Sticker spotted in South Grafton, NSW, Australia

[radicalgraff]

"Every IDF Soldier is a War Criminal"

Seen in Athens, Greece

[itsame-a-mio]

Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.

Happy Pride Everyone.

Stay Gay.

[iwishtocontinue]

[thegaybiochemist]

Men in classic briefs reblog if you agree

[iwishtocontinue]

[cleancut-men]

Sharp as a whistle

[evilgoblinbff]

tired of masturbating 😒 need a cock to ride

[stupidhimbo]

It's cute knowing the "tiny" one is about 2 times stronger than him. Even more cute knowing he's the top with a 10 inch thick cock who leaves the older one limping like he got run by a truck everyday.

[read24111]

[read24111]

[alrobertsphotography]

The Plym North Wood Dartmoor

[orteil42]

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

[leighlew3]

ALL. OF. THIS.

[anarchistmemedistro]

The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country.

Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.

There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.

- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath

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