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@elyastheflyslayer
don’t forget on pride month
Reblog art guys. Seriously.
Always reblog art! No one sees it if it’s liked. Help circulate an artist’s hard work!
True tho
Liked this, and then did a double take. Please reblog, it means so much to artists. This includes writers too
Reblog
Reblog
Reblog
(If you see this on your dash. Reblog)
if your leftism doesn’t include fighting antisemitism then I’m really not interested in your leftism
I can feel the leftist goyim trying their best not to look at this or think about it. I see you. I see how easily y’all accept antisemitism when it’s against people you don’t like, and it pisses me the fuck off.
This is hilarious
YESS GIRL!
Enjoy Lady Eivor and her abs. Her lap is reserved for Randvi.
I made this a long time ago and was very nervous about posting it to Tumblr. I can’t really think of a good caption~ everything I wanted to say is in the little blurb at the beginning.
‘God of Arepo’ Fan-made graphic novel
Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Read the Original Story Here
read the whole thing my GOD
The little Brain Snake!~
This months adoptable brain creature over at ✨ Patreon ✨
Reminder that this blog loves and supports indigenous people 💚
Reminder: This blog supports all trans people
Whether is trans people of color, disabled trans people, neurodivergent trans people, trans people who don’t feel dysphoria, trans people who don’t get surgery, trans people who don’t adhere to typical gender rolls and appearances, etc
Every form of trans is valid and stunning and you guys are all accepted here. I love you all 💙💗🤍💗💙
James Jones (notoriouscree) on TikTok!
my page is pro black as fuck, pro gay as fuck, pro-hoe, pro sex work, and pro-choice! if you’re fatphobic, transphobic, or all lives matter, UNFOLLOW ME.
They literally modelled her body after that of an actual female athlete, Colleen Fotch.
I wonder how far she could throw me!?
candles are how we keep fires as pets
this is unnecessarily adorable
He finished his book almost an hour ago, yet he didn’t put out the candle flame illuminating his desk.
He didn’t know exactly why, maybe he thought the way the little flame flickered was pleasant, perhaps he enjoyed the way the thin trail of smoke danced above it.
Perhaps he was distracting himself from going back to sleep, the latest nightmare still fresh in his mind. He could almost feel the cold water invading his lungs.
So he distracts himself with the little flame.
“For how long, I wonder, can I keep this flame alight?”
He stayed awake all night, observing the little flame, feeding it small scraps of paper when it flickered too weak, gently patting it down when it consumed it’s candle too fast.
Exhaustion was creeping on him, he could barely keep his eyes open anymore, his common sense telling him he should put the little flame out before he fell asleep on top of it.
He ignored this advise.
Instead, he so carefully moved the little flame from it’s almost completely melted candle to a new, unused one.
Hopefully big enough to last quite a few hours.
Almost fearfully, he collapsed in bed, waiting for the horrible and familiar feeling of the icy waters encasing him on his sleep.
Instead, he dreamt of warmth.
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Another day went by, then another, then a week, then two.
He learned how long each type of candle lasted, what sort of fuel feed the little flame the best.
It was now a bit of a pet project, to see how long he could make it last.
He remembers fondly how the little flame once encased the entire candle at once, flickering almost playfully.
Or how it hissed almost in annoyance, when he had to flicker it with water dropets to get it to a manageable size again.
He wasn’t sure when the pet project became just a pet.
Perhaps it was when he caught himself thinking up names for the little flame.
Perhaps it was when he decided on Orion.
In the following months not once did he dreamt of all encasing cold nor the impenetrable darkness of the depths.
He dreamt of warmth and light.
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It was a holiday night, the kind that had most houses empty as entire families flocked together.
He was alone with Orion when the burglars broke in.
They weren’t expecting witnesses, just an easy job.
Though a single terrified man wasn’t too hard of a job.
They bought him down easily, and violently, demanding riches he didn’t have.
Orion gave a fearful flicker with each hit, it shook with each threat.
But when the bored and disappointed burglars took out the weapon, Orion roared.
The candle was ablaze in one second, the desk in two, and the burglars in three.
The little flame, now a massive, enraged inferno, embraced him fully and protectively.
He felt as much heat, as one would fill drinking hot chocolate in a cold winter night, with the company of a fully stocked fireplace and a warm blanket.
Orion’s body grew and grew, soon encasing the entire house, the flames growing so high and wide, and flickering so violently, they almost looked like flapping wings.
Later they will find nothing but an empty, charred plot of land, and blackened trails following the direction of the wind.
He left with Orion that night, never to feel cold again.
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There’s the common misbelief that dragons hatch from eggs, when in reality, the infant form of a dragon is so frail, so small, that a misplaced breath might be enough to extinguish them.
But if one were to care for them long enough, love them long enough, the dragon will grow big and powerful, and return the favor.
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@thefringeperson
Because a version without this adorable fic crossed my dash, and I had to go back and find it again to read it again.
This is beautiful!
Steven Spohn @stevenspohn
On June 11th, Michael Hickson, a quadriplegic black man with COVID-19 was killed by a hospital in Austin Texas.
Doctors decided he had "no quality of life" an was not worth spending the resources to save.
The conversation between his doctor and his wife was caught on audio 1/?
[description of image: a photo of Hickson, lying in a hospital bed and smiling for the camera /description]
Doctor: So as of right now, his quality of life -- he doesn't have much of one.
Melissa: What do you mean? Because he's paralyzed with a brain injury he doesn’t have quality of life?
Doctor: Correct.
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Hickson was refused food or treatment for 6 days
In the YouTube video, the doctor can be heard saying "he will have lines and tubes coming out of his body... That's not quality-of-life"
I have tubes coming out of my body. I happen to like my life. Without those tubes I'd be dead
Our definition of quality is vastly different
So, when you see me repeatedly yelling about masks, paying attention to disabled people, and you don't understand why I tweet with passion, remember this.
I'm fighting to change culture that doesn't see disabled life as quality. many of us are afraid and rightly so.
LaBlaq @LoveAndShalom
Please, please, please don't sweep this under the rug. Your disabled friends are in danger.
We must unite and fight this!
His wife was not notified of his death until the next morning after his remains had already been transported to a funeral home without [Mrs. Hickson’s] permission.
“No one has offered condolences. There has never been an apology or acknowledgment of his death. It’s like they just don’t care,”
#disabled not disposable
If you call pedophilia a kink please unfollow me and never talk to me again
Isn’t it disgusting that 23 people just unfollowed me
Unfollow me too
this goes double if you call paedophilia a disability. unfollow me twice
and if you call pedophilia an “orientation” or in any way compare it to being LGBP+ you can unfollow, delete your blog, and set yourself on fire.
I just lost 50 followers.. bye
clearing out the trash
GO ON AND S M A S H THAT UNFOLLOW BUTTON
BUHBYE U McNASTIES
I’ve seen this circulating forever and genuinely thought “no way do I have any of them following me” until this week when it turned out I had all these fuckin “MAP” (pedophile) followers sad to find out I’m an “anti” (normal person) Please leave and also please get guinea worm.
get trashed pedos
We are sharing some of our favourite gifs each day this month for Antifa International’s anniversary. Today: You’re never too young or too old to join the antifascist struggle!
Tom Holland does Rihanna’s “Umbrella” on Lip Sync Battle
I’m literally zendaya reacting like he didn’t have to go that hard and yet..
every time i watch this when the reveal hits and he starts dancing i’m like “oh ok that ain’t a big deal he’s just another celeb doing a gimmick” but somehow by the end of this video without fail i am filled with respect for him and zendaya for being like…a powerful gen z couple who both give off chaotic bisexual vibes
i think it’s the irreverence with which he splashes the water
that was a classic that was a classic
It’s a good time to remember that Tom Holland is a trained dancer and that initself is a gift
He’s trained in ballet, too, which is what makes this even funnier. I saw a video (also with Zendaya in it) of him doing like, fifteen fouettes in someone’s basement. GET A MAN WHO CAN DO BOTH.
I FOUND IT!!