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no one: me: here’s a flow chart of 41 lgbtq+ book recommendations, have fun! disclaimer: this is a very non-comprehensive list since I’m only including books that I’ve read

bff0f7

so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what

adamtheredbeard

The full picture is even more heart breaking after you open the uncropped version. Just a heads-up, it's rough

“The Roman Catholic Parish in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan was just grafitted.”

afronerdism

Nah let’s post it. Let’s feel it. Don’t look away.

doobiebenson

butch-bakugo

I notice alot of my followers on here skipping these posts just to mess with my lgbt ones, suspiciously the white popular ones.

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

They were murdered in cold blood.

somecunttookmyurl

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

somecunttookmyurl

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

somecunttookmyurl

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

somecunttookmyurl

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

somecunttookmyurl

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

somecunttookmyurl

WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

beggars-opera

spaceshipsandpurpledrank

I'm Shmack'd

sewerangelnextdoor

cicadiabroth

One sip of this and your batteries corrode

allexiaah

@knotted-yarn

weltenwellen

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

lesbianfreyja

the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu

violet-nomad-deactivated2018120

See also:

Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.

espurr-roba

Let’s not forget that “Jack of all trades, master of none” ends with “But better than a master of one.”

It means that being equally good/average at everything is much better than being perfect at one thing and sucking at everything else. So don’t worry if you’re not perfect at something you do! Being okay is better!

theshantiestme11ophone

These made me feel better

thelifeofatubaplayer

Also, “great minds think alike” ends with “but fools rarely differ”

It goes to show that conformity isn’t always a good thing. And that just because more than one person has the same idea, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s a good idea.

eattheacid

what the fuck why haven’t i heard the full version to any of these

terror-billie

“Birds of a feather flock together” ends with “until the cat comes.”

It’s actually a warning about fair-weather friends, not an assessment of how complementary people are.

engel-tier-deactivated20180213

I’ve always felt like these were cut down on purpose.

washington-acp

I really like these phrases and plan on spreading this knowledge.

alwayswillgraham

The early bird catches the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

its-kks-world

I want to make designs out of these.

sunderlorn

Funny how all the half-finished ones encourage uniformity and upholding the status-quo, while the complete proverbs encourage like…living exciting, eclectic lives driven by choice and personal passion.

jamrizi

rip mood rn

stusbunker

Could You Really Love Sam Winchester?

I mean, really? Not just the height and the beautiful hair, the great ass and the sass, could you really love Sam?

The way he deserves?

Could you love a man that killed his niece? With cold calculated precision? Yes it’s his job, yes she was trying to kill Dean. But could you love him once you knew?

Can you love a man who has lost so many loves, it’s like they are pairs of sunglasses? Can you love a heart that is that scarred? That is still tender and pliant and so able to feel others’ pain?

Can you love a sensitive man?

How about a broken one?

Because he isn’t always put together, he isn’t always running five miles before dawn and sucking down the green smoothies. Sometimes Sam is dark and he doesn’t talk about it. Could you love a man that still remembers Hell?

That has housed the Devil?

Can you love a man that would leave you behind if it meant saving the world? Or anyone? A man that has died and will do it again. Without you.

Could you love an addict?

The kind of addiction he was forced and coerced into? The kind that there are no groups for, the kind that there is no one else who would understand. Except maybe a vampire. Could you love someone that was once more monster than man?

Can you love a man obsessed with serial killers? A man so well versed and studious that he has facts and body counts memorized?

A lore scholar? A man that has read ALL the books. And he actually remembers them, because he has to. Because it means life or death, for his family. Can you love a man that holds impossible knowledge in a mind that is filled with caves?

Can you love a man that’s fucked a demon?

That willing had her beneath him as he drank her blood? You’ll never compare to that high. To the strength and lust and euphoria of those nights. How could you?

Could you love a man who is raising Satan’s child?

The being that tortured and abused him in every sense of the word? And yet he has taken Lucifer’s child into his home and is raising him as his own. As best as he can. Men with kids aren’t easy. Men with full grown kids and still developing minds are heartbreak waiting to happen. Could you love that Sam?

A man that would stop at nothing for his brother, nothing. That has tortured and killed and damned someone else’s soul to save Dean. And would do it again?

Can you love a man that fucked his way across the country? That has been controlled by witches, demons and spirits? A man that sleeps with a gun under his pillow? That has had multiple stays in mental institutions? Can you love a man with those kind of secrets?

Can you love a man that scares you?

A man so large people can’t help but comment. So intimidating that he has to enter rooms with his hands up in case he startles the civilians. A man that has kaleidoscope eyes and hands so big every mug you own looks small.

Can you love a man that got scores of people killed? People he led to safety, murdered because the choices he made? Can you love a failed leader? A self-dishonored veteran?

Can you love a gentle giant? What about a lifelong hunter? A master of the occult? A college drop out? A man with demon blood? A pawn of Heaven? Of Hell? A disobedient son? A man that lost his soul?

Could you really love Sam Winchester?

It’s okay if you need to bow out, because these are all hypotheticals. Sam Winchester is a tough person to love. Impossible really, being fictional and all. But maybe this post had the opposite effect?

Maybe we just love him a little bit more?

impala-dreamer

*loud crying noises*

figdays

Fuck Pigeons by Felicia Chiao

1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5

sixmapleleafs

I found this on tiktok and I laughed so hard so I thought I’d share on here

It’s so chaotic I love it

the-privateer

just so you guys are all aware, the only reason gritty exists is allegedly because the NHL made a rule that every team HAD to have a mascot and were apparently assholes about it. so the fliers made him as a chaotic fuck you. hell the first tweet made on his official account was a "sleep with one eye open" threat towards another mascot for making fun of his design