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i’m back baby
ahhahah @hey-its-escher i’ve been inactive for so long holy shit
never posting art here again probably
i am tumblr now
i’m back baby
ahhahah @hey-its-escher i’ve been inactive for so long holy shit
never posting art here again probably
SNL - Cut for Time: My Little Step Children
WHY WOULD THEY CUT THIS?????
This is legiterally the funniest thing snl has done in decades
they cut it because of the ONE gay reference
Same energy
both of these sketches were written by julio torres - here’s his twitter
I just want you all to know that my dramatic 6 year old ass would have loved all of this shit.
I’m the dramatique™ hand to face moment in the broken mirror.
Here for the sensitive masculinity and broody femininity sm love
As best I can tell, the back of the doll box’s text reads: RICHARD is a handsome, wealthy widower who cannot seem to get over the loss of his first wife … until you came along! His kids are now Your Little Step Children, who you feel conflicted about to say the least. Richard’s silences are full of sorrow; he has a void in his heart that perhaps you can fill. He just has to accept that his first wife is gone … or is she?
Hi Would You Like To Talk To Me About Dinosaurs?
Yes Absolutely
i scribbled this out so fast this is such a funny concept
concept
a beaded curtain, but instead of beads they’re worms on strings
you know… these guys
Hi op I hope this satisfies your needs.
Needs more worms
I wanna make one of these that is like a literal curtain of worms
No clear strings available to get caught and tangle, I want them nose to ass like some kind of horrible human centipede of worms, covering my doorway
@fanotastic more worms
Aw fuck. Nothing makes you assholes happy.
Fuck you guys.
My fellow fuckers, I present you-
384
Happy Pride Month
The worm curtain is GAY
i think people should start listing what their type is on their carrds. i just wanna know.
reblog and tag this w what ur type is when it comes to romantic attraction
FUCK. honestly just FUCK. We missed a very important day yesterday.
what was yesterday, cat?
I’m not missing it this year.
we celebrate at precisely 6:04 pm
Art prompt(optional): draw yourself if you were happily going to prom as yourself
good prompt anon
yes yes a thousand times yes
A relevant thread
As I kept reading my eyes got wider and wider
this is absolutely amazing
my friends: *say something funny online*
me:
Hey it’s ace week and you’re local ace has something to say! I’ve been out as ace for 3 years now and it’s still a big part of my identity that I’m proud of so here’s a lil something for those who need it!
pretty sure i’ve reblogged this before, but i’m saving it because i need this kind of validation;; when i look up “ace positivity”, i’m usually met with some form of aphobic bullshit. this is really special to me.
#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
Not art, but super important
definitely not crying–
If you don’t support Muslims then get off my blog. I am a Muslim. If you don’t support us, get off my blog and I never want to see on it again
A good thread on whether “queer” is a slur and if it should be used or not.
“If I am unashamed of being queer, you do not get to give that word BACK to the fuckwits who made it a slur.”
you do not get to give that word BACK to the fuckwits who made it a slur
EVERYBODY WHO CAME OUT BEFORE YOU HAS TAKEN THE ROCKS AND BOTTLES AND MADE THEM INTO SHIELDS AND WINDCHIMES
Holy motherfucking shit. Don’t fucking come at me about Queer is a slur. I FUCKING KNOW IT IS. It was hurled at me like a fucking spear all through my youth. I know it’s a god damn slur. And it’s mine. You don’t get to take it away from me because you can’t take also away the scars it gave me while I was standing in front of my younger queer siblings in this community.
always, always reblog this one.
If my enemy swings a sword at me and I take that sword away from them, it’s my sword now. And the person telling me I can’t use it because it belongs to my enemy and I have to give it back to them sounds quite a bit like an enemy themselves.
^^ god that analogy
@deadcatwithaflamethrower
Yesssssssssss.
This came around again, but it’s worth sharing and remembering. You have the right to only accept certain words be used to describe you, but so does everyone else.
I have this bookmarked to through at people who DM me about using the word Queer.
i don’t know who you are that’s reading this but i honestly want and need to be a tree
please
i’m begging you please i just want to be a tree
i want to grow big and strong and i want to put down roots in healthy soil and spend a life surrounded by my tree friends and i want to weather storms and withstand the elements and make it through the wintertime because i know when all my leaves fall off and it gets cold and the numbness sets in i can hold out and i can know i have something to live for, because that too will pass and i can feel alive again the next spring
i want to be a home for birds where they feel safe building their nests and raising their families, i want to look inviting for honeybees who need a place to build their hives, i want squirrels to look at me and decide i’m worthy of being lived in, i want to be a brace for moss and lichen and little floral vines to grow in their own way
i want to provide unwavering comfort for the queer kid in the house nearby, who i watched grow up and who i’ve been there for since before i can remember, who’s there when they need to sit in the branches and whisper spoken-word poetry or sketch out their issues in a book they bought five years ago or simply marvel at the passing birds or rest their tired bones on my own limbs because they know they can count on me to hold them up, even when the humans in their life won’t
i want to be a tree