curiosity kills me

Mary, local sweetheart and human. Mostly a shitposter and memelord.

[tranthony]

grout white shark

[lunarscyphozoa]

@fisheofviolence

[vivitur-moritur]

the sewing machine is a delicate breed of horse

[vitariesocks]

just received the best text message I’ve ever had. from my mom

[vitariesocks]

2 pics. no caption

[shaeeldera]

I had to draw this beautiful lady

[reasonsforhope]

You don't have ever to choose between being a boy or a girl

You don't ever have to use a specific label or term

You don't need anyone's permission to call yourself queer or nonbinary or trans or enby

In fact, you don't need anyone's permission to call yourself any of those words almost by the definitions of the words themselves

There's no judge. There's no tryouts, there's no membership card, there's no applications or fees (and thank goodness for that!!!)

In fact, because gender and queerness are both, at their core, about the ways people feel inside and want to interact (with each other, with society, with their own concept of self, etc.), there are very few hard boundaries at all

And you certainly don't have to figure out a specific label or a specific gender identity in order to figure out want you want - in life, in queerness, in gender, in general - and start to move toward it

[sceptixfakemon]

this heatwave fucking sucks how am I going to serve my liege like this

[sceptixfakemon]

im never leaving this hellsite

[sceptixfakemon]

i swear if this is the second stupid sword picture post i make that gets to 10k i'll just go kill someone

[sceptixfakemon]

FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!

[ghoulgeists]

Attack #1 for @punkforkos!! our funny imps <3

[lumsel]

Despite it all I can't hate solarpunk. It's caramel-apple sweet-simplistic, a desire for a greater world on one simple axis without grappling with any kind of political reality. You can chip at its ankles but unfortunately it will still be kind of awesome epicsauce at its heart. Sometimes you really do need to just cut past all the hard-nosed realism, get back to the kid looking up at you with those big blubbering eyes saying "what if everyone was nice to eachother?" That kid does not know an ant's arse about the real world or how it works, but they're still 1000 times more correct than all of us trying to explain why it can't be done. You can't lose sight of the stupid, hopeless dream. You can't lose sight of it. Otherwise you turn into a dickhead.

[64mpg]

ads targeted to women: omg you are thirtyyyy. kill yourself

[flannelgirlfriend]

I love this post so much my friend put it on my 30th birthday cake

[kokomono]

For art fight! Character reference sheet/species sheet. Meet Desi! 🫶

[bold-baddie]

[kisxmesoft]

I believe this is very important to know.

[persianmom]

[nevver]

We deliver, Jesse Rieser

[nohoperadio]

Are you still bitter about it sometimes?

yes

no

Voting ended onJun 20

[defire]

Comfort tropes because I suck at comfort and need practice

Post whump

Content: comfort, Post captivity, bruises, lashing out, PTSD

Whumpee wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of hot chocolate. "Aren't you going to drink that?" "No. I think I'll just... sit here with it."

Hugs. Whumpee numbly walking into caretaker's outstretched arms and squeezing their eyes shut as the arms gently embrace them.

Waking up with a nightmare and patting the comforter, slapping the bed, walking around touching every wall, every piece of furniture, reminding themselves of where they are. Not there, not anymore.

Dyeing their hair after being forced to leave it down, tangled, uncut, for months in captivity.

Watching bruises fade from red and purple to green and yellow. Green becomes whumpee's favorite color, because they never got to see it when whumpers was in control of them---bruises were always fresh. It's a symbol that the pain is there, but it's going. And it will heal, just like the bruises.

Maybe they lost their whole friend group because their friends couldn't handle what happened to them. And now they're making new friends in caretaker's friend group. People that understand and don't mind.

Whumpee lashing out at caretaker and then sobbing/throwing a fit in the bathroom over it. "I ruined it!" When they come out, shoulders hunched, ready for everything to blow up in their face, caretaker is just on the phone with their own friend, calmed down, alright. "I'm getting you a punching bag, whumpee. Try that next time, okay?"

[heartpeacenquiet]

[donutdrawsthings]

I was thinking of a pride art challenge people could do with their OCs, because I thought it'd be cute! A queer/trans artist with their creations.

but then I realised that same challenge would be infinitely more funny with folks who have atypical or horror OCs