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memecage

It’s that time of year!

memecage

It do be like that.

speeedylesbian

what a good day to remember that butch lesbians (ESPECIALLY trans, poc, and/or fat butch lesbians) aren’t fucking predatory

present-future

“trans butch lesbian”? More like heterosexual man.

speeedylesbian

magicalgirlmindcrank

sinnahsaint

Reblog the Fred of TERF banishment to keep your blog TERF free for a year.

sounddesignerjeans-deactivated2

we have a real motherfucker here, a true idiot child, someone please come collect your bastard

fourdabloons

Walmart trying to contact my mom over the loudspeaker

zintersoldier

white person: *eats chicken tikka masala once* i just…. i feel so connected… to indian culture …. I’m learning to speak islam…. check out my third eye….. chakra

teaboot

Every time I see this. Every damn time. I’m immediately sucked back into my fuckin. Fuckin English lit class with Mr. Fuckass McShit. Mr. “Hit the gong to begin class”, “Namaste, Children”, “I wanna go backpacking in India to find my spiritual awakening and also my left burkinstock that I lost during a cedar sauna drum circle” ass bastard. “Do you want to share your poetry with the class to get in touch with your emotions” ass fucker. Mr. “Here’s a photograph of a tribal shaman, describe him using nature words” asshole. Pretentious-ass, condescending motherfucker. “Do you want to tell us about your saddest memory?” “I dunno, sir. Are you giving me an option?” “No.” “Then why are you asking” Every goddamn day. Fuck. “You seem tense.” Oh, I seem tense? I seem tense. Well fuck, Professor Pillsbury, maybe I ‘seem tense’ because I walk into a room on five hours of sleep to the sound of a goddamn brass gong drilling through my brain and your seven-foot-nine, socks-and-sandals-wearing, patchouli-smelling ass immediately gravitates in my direction with some shit like “a tree……… Is a Poem” and I gotta sit here and politely tell you that No I’m Not Comfortable Telling The Class About A Time I Was Emotionally Vulnerable With A Loved One using words that sound like the way the color yellow smells. Maybe I don’t wanna sit in a circle and hold hands with Brittney from Computer Sciences to “align our auras” or some shit. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck. I swear to God, if I wanted to sing ‘kumbaya’ with a smelly old guy with gross facial hair who writes bad porn on the side, I’d go out to the parking lot and share a Hookah with Crazy Dan, the disgraced electrician. What, I don’t wanna do an interpretive dance to represent the spiritual experience of eating Quinoa in a room full of ambivalent preteens and suddenly I’m the ‘troubled youth’ you need to Robin Williams “O Captain My Captain” your way into having a Paternal Bonding Moment powerful enough to Expand My Impressionable Young Mind and Turn My Life Around, you goddamn saint, you? Jesus Fucking Christ. You insufferable jackass. You’re not “Enlightened”, you rolled out of bed and ate half a pot brownie, wrote a sad song about a leaf, and strolled into class to ramble about your Spirit Animal for six hours straight before calling it a day. Holy Jesus goddamned Christ. Fucking Balls, sir. Holy Fucking Balls

skatedistrict

Same place, different day.

awesomeness2

Awesome color study

silver-tongues-blog

fantasy adventure genre vs survival horror genre

gottfriedvonleibniz

how the fuck is this even real

shogas

it looks like ridely and isabelle are snake and cloud’s fursona’s

nintendowiimote

If i knew like 5% less about video games and you tried to tell me which of these characters were named Snake and Cloud and which ones were named Ridley and Isabelle i would NOT believe you

sharkboxes

ginger-ale-official

Oh they’re going to need salvation.

socialistexan

Not just making it illegal, but making being gay punishable with death.

unified-multiversal-theory

This is one of the many reasons why I walk by every single red bucket in the run-up to Christmas. They’re not getting my money, I don’t care how nice the people ringing bells are.

auntiewanda

Ever since the time they threatened to close all their soup kitchens in NYC if a law that did something as simple as allow companies to extend spousal benefits to their employee’s same-sex domestic partners I have refused to buy from them or donate to them.

willowofthehearth

It’s that time of year again! In case people don’t know… the Salvation Army is shitty peoples.

Also, the married women are not paid (and therefore can’t qualify for assistance if they should ever divorce, etc). And worth “of course” less than a man.

“ In the Army’s case, the agreement for compensation is that the officer allowance be paid jointly to the husband—the check is written in his name. Officially, the wife is a “worker without expectation of remuneration,” and her husband receives 40 percent more of an allowance as a married man than he would as a single man. “

source

radioactive-dingo

hey since that season is coming up again!

fluffy-raccoon-artist

To my American followers. Don’t support Salvation Army. Not only are they homophobic as shit, but I’ve also heard that they abuse a lot f homeless people. They only care about money, please don’t donate to them and give your money to charities that actually help people

hotboyproblems

i want a restraining order on everyone who doesn’t wear deodorant

has-claws

Deodorant is nasty. What do y'all think people smelled like up until 70 years ago??

yung-starbucks-deactivated20210

pussy-and-pizzza-x-deactivated2

They were using deordant. Funky ass nigga 😂😂😂

cupsofjade-deactivated20250509

every now and then tumblr reminds me that my dad asked for a furry pic for his 57th birthday

cupsofjade-deactivated20250509

might as well tell the story behind that

so, my dad’s birthday is coming up, and since he doesn’t text, ever (he’s luddite that way), i text my mom: “hey, can you ask dad would like for his birthday?”

her response is “well he really likes your animals, why don’t you draw (our real-life dog) in that style?”

now bear in mind my mom doesn’t get what i do, or my dad for that matter, so i figure that she doesn’t understand the ramifications of that suggestion. she doesn’t quite see how slapping two hands and a pair of breasts on our real-life dog would be fucking weird. but note also that it was a suggestion that she came up with, not him, so i reply:

“can you just ask him yourself”

she responds “i was just giving you an idea, why don’t you ask him”

“he never texts”

“i will tell him to text you”

and that brings us to