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occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Three Goblin Art
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
will byers stan first human second
DEAR READER
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

JVL

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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Not today Justin

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Janaina Medeiros
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@goofycunt
FLY is a story about a boy who gets a second chance. Help his story take flight June 9th 11am EST on Kickstarter. Thank you for being the wind beneath my wings I hope this story lifts the world to a brighter place.
A coming of age story about Black kids who finally have power to fight back against systems designed against them.
French-Iranian author and illustrator Marjane Satrapi, best known for the book and film “Persopolis”, has died of "sadness", members of her
This one hurt, her work had such a profound effect on my life, thoughts, and politics.
May her memory be a blessing
Pro-Tip: If you'd like for your diaspora-born child to be fluent in your language, don't shame them for speaking your language with the local accent of wherever they were raised
And don't let others shame them either, including your own fucking relatives, especially if it's some monolingual fuck doing the shaming
A homo neanderthalensis and a homo sapiens. Happy pride!
[id: art of a Homo sapiens man and Homo neanderthalensis man crouching by a cave wall with their hands on the wall together, among many other handprints. A fire is casting their shadows on the wall. The Homo sapiens man is laughing and reaching towards the Homo neanderthalensis man, who is looking at him and blushing. ]
Christians when they die and go to science instead of heaven
when we "lose" a cis butch woman because he becomes a trans man or masc you should actually say such things as yay, yippee, or hooray.
i identified as a butch for a bit! I changed my mind because in my case it was me trying to avoid wanting to be something I wasn't sure I COULD be! did you "lose" something when I, a trans woman, decided to present more femme?
if every cis butch woman in the world became a trans man right now, that would be an unambiguously, inarguably good and positive thing, because that would be people choosing to live the lives they wanted as the kinds of people they wanted to be, end of statement. personal autonomy isn't something to bitch over!
it’s never good news, huh?
[ID: the same image of Bill Dale Hank and Boomhauer all sitting on top of Hank's roof with an oversized pride flag on it, each image has a different pride flag, going from left to right top to bottom these flags are: lesbian, Philadelphia, bi, trans, ace, pan, gay, nonbinary, agender, and omni. /end ID]
Jonathan Joss was an Indigenous, gay man who was murdered on the first day of Pride month as well as Indigenous History Month. He died protecting his trans husband. Homophobia and racism aren’t marks of the past, and this is a heart breaking reminder of that.
Praying for a safe journey back to the spirit world, Uncle ❤️🩹🦅
Today is the anniversary of the death of Jonathan Joss (King of the Hill, Parks and Rec). Jonathan Joss was an Indigenous, gay man who died protecting his transgender husband, on the first day of Pride month. Today we remember him and how he protected his family.
linked tree (includes options to donate to Ghanaian projects)
petition to show support
Just wanted to see what EBE1 would look like with slicked back hair.
happy pride month everyone!!
God I miss the days when you could show up to a stranger’s farm and he’d say “What’s your name, boy?” and you’d take off your hat and hold it to your chest to better let him see your face and reply “Why I ain’t got none, sir, on account of my mammy passed on before she could give me one” and he’d tell you he’s real damn sorry to hear that and ask what he can do you for and you’d tell him that you can’t read nor even write neither but you’re mighty good with horses and can mend them fallen fence posts what you saw on your way in and won’t ask for nothing much more than a hot meal and a warm barn to sleep in and he’d keep his wife and daughters inside but send his boy who ain’t got married yet even though his mama tells him he needs a woman out with a lantern and some stew at night and the two of you’d get to talkin and he’d throw you his flask to take a swig from and watch you drinkin from it while he leant against the door frame and when he finally got called back on up to the house again he’d take a sip from it too real slow-like like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour
you see you don’t get posts like this on twitter
every day at least once while on a walk i think to myself “it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savour” and sometimes if i am alone i say it out loud