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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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BOO ITS ME
haha im so awesome ANYWAYS:
hi im M4S! (corny name ik) uhhh i draw and i play games a lot and i sometimes play guitar or piano. i also produce ig :/
fyi if you’re going to interact with me (and aren’t someone i know outside of tumblr) im a minor (15) so don’t try anything weird. then again i cant really stop you TwT
ok fuck UHHHH IM ALSO BI AND I GO BY HE/HIM AND IM AUSTRALIAN OK BYEEEEE
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I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI I HATE AI
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
Trans guy going on T, call that Project Male Hairy
tumblr angels do not support ICE btw 🩷🪽
tumblr demons don't support ICE either ✨
tumblr fallen angels DOES not support ICE too
vampires DO NOT SUPPORT ICE
Vultures DO NOT support ice.
Dinosaurs DO NOT support ICE
Wolfdogs DO NOT support ICE
Hyenas DO NOT support ICE
Werewolves DON'T support ICE.
Tigers DO NOT support ICE
Merfolk DO NOT support ICE
Unicorns DO NOT support ICE
--{🌸 Robots DO NOT support ICE!!
Tumblr Fawns DO NOT support ICE!
Tumblr kind people and TADC fans DO NOT support ICE!
Tumblr bunnies, fawns, and lambs do NOT support ICE!!!
Tumblr characters DO NOT SUPPORT ICE!!!
Tumblr Faekin Do NOT Support ICE
Tumblr lambs, demons, and vampires AGAIN do NOT support ICE
tumblr gods do not && never will support ice
[tumblr] shapeshifters do not support ICE
Tumblr shitposters DO NOT support ICE!!
tumblr cool people don’t support ICE
Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better
RIP Marjane Satrapi, author of the amazing graphic novels Persepolis about living during the fundamentalist revolution in Iran in the 70’s and 80’s. She also created the animated movie based on the graphic novels, which is where these gifs come from.
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Reblogging in honor of Marjane Satrapi, one of THE great graphic novelists. Her comic Persepolis was a crucial text for shaping my belief that comics can deeply explore identity, culture, politics, and history.
Happy Pride Month to everyone who gets this joke, laughed at it, or isn’t a homophobic or transphobic etc asshole.
Happy Pride Everyone.
Stay Gay.
A version for tumblr that can be read without opening a new tab, since plenty of people would scroll past this story otherwise.
The bravest woman on Earth.
I love her. Forever reblog.
I have the utmost respect for this woman.
please reblog. reblog the way you would reblog a picture of a hot singer, a pretty girl, a tasty meal or some nice stationary. Because this will not make your blog ‘less aesthetic’ or anything. This is important, far more important than anything I’ve mentioned before.
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.” -Martin Luther King Jr.
Yet that dream isn’t coming true, the people of color are getting racially profiled in their neighborhoods, in their places of work, going grocery shopping.
“In ten years, in twenty years, in two years, they’re gonna be criminals. They were born to be criminals, frankly, and they’re tough, and they’re mean, and they’ll cut your throat, and they won’t even think about it the next day. They won’t even remember that they did it.” -Donald J. Trump.
That is our president talking about hispanics. Our PRESIDENT discriminating against innocent people just due to the color of their skin, or their tone of voice, their accent. That’s what we’ve come to. Children are kidnapped off of streets. Mothers and fathers are pinned to the ground and cuffed.
Our government is using military forces to stop large graded protests. Protesting is in our constitution.
I will never not reblog this.
fuck homophobia
Fuck honophobia
Fuck homophobia
fuck homophobia
Fuck homophobia
fuck homophobia
mario canyon break
thank you for exposing me to peak
reblog if you’re a safe place for:
lesbian
gay
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transgender
queer
pansexual
demisexual
ace
hopeless romantics
cis-men
cis-women
non binary folks
the whole spectrum etc…
follow everyone who reblogs ;)
Yes, my blog is a safe space for everyone :3
You were born with blonde hair.
You hate it.
It looks terrible on you and you've always thought that. When you were really young, you thought that's just what everyone thought about their hair colour. When you were a teenager, people chalked it up to hormones and wanting to be unique and follow the trends of dying your hair. It wasn't.
You've seen people with brown hair. It looks so good. You start imagining yourself with beautiful brunette hair. What if you could be that? And then you hear someone talk about you, call you 'that blonde over there' or someone telling you, 'your blonde hair looks so good!' and you're reminded all over again.
Your parents talk about something. Something you've never heard of before. "All those young kids, dying hair everywhere," they say. You ask them what it means. "Oh, that's when someone with one hair colour thinks they're better off with another hair colour." Your heart lights up. There's more people like you. You're not insane. And then- "Fucking insane. They just want to feel special. All this ridiculousness over trends." It hits you in the heart. You say nothing, just mumble an 'okay' and turn your attention back to your food.
That night, you're scrolling on your phone, and one video pops out. It's talking about dyed hair. You see people not just with natural-coloured dyed hair, but blues and greens and so many other colours. It looks beautiful. You remember your blonde hair. Could it finally be brown? These people are like you. They might be able to help.
You do research. You reach out to people online. And finally, you have your hands on a box dye from a store. it's not the highest quality, but you have it. At midnight the next weekend, you do it. You dye it brown. It's messy and tricky, but your heart is swelling with joy the entire time.
You expect people at school to be happy. Your hair is beautiful. You're beautiful. You finally feel comfort in your hair, confident in the way you look. Instead, you get side-eyes. People whisper and glare. One of your friends pulls you aside. "What happened to your hair?" You tell her you dyed it. Asks her if it looks nice. She grimaces. "Yeah... it looks fine.... but your blonde hair was your natural hair colour and it looked fine as well." You tell her the truth. How you've always hated it on you. Found brown to be so, so much prettier. Looked so much more amazing on you, and felt it too. "Yeah... but blonde is still your natural hair colour, right? No amount of dye is going to change that." Your confidence starts to sink. Will everyone think this?
Turns out, they will. You hear people still refer to you as "that blonde there". New people express confusion. "But her hair's brown? It's very clearly brown." "Well, yeah, but she dyed it. Her natural hair colour is blonde." "Oh... okay."
Your parents don't like it. "Your blonde hair was so beautiful," your mother sobs through her tears. "Why did you have to ruin it? My beautiful blonde child is gone! Gone forever! Why did you do it?" And you tell her that her child is not gone, her child is right here, just with different hair. She doesn't listen to a single word. Your father is mad. He yells at you to get out of his house, that you're a fucking disgrace, that you're mentally ill and brainwashed by trends and so many other hurtful things. You can only leave.
You try to go to another friend's place. She answers the door with a scowl. "Why are you here?" she seethes. She's angry. Why? You tell her about your situation. "Serves you right," she spits. "You're incredibly offensive to everyone with blonde hair." You ask her why, puzzled. "You clearly hate blonde hair. Why else would you dye it? Do you find blonde people disgusting?" No, no, that's not it. Blonde people are fine, you try saying. It just didn't suit me. I wish it did, but it didn't, so I changed it. "Stop twisting everything," she says. "I don't want to see your face." The door closes and you're left there on the steps.
You don't know what else to do. Were you truly lying? No, blonde hair has never suited you. Brown looks better. Brown makes you feel secure. You feel it's what makes you feel like yourself. But why can no one grasp that?
You search up more on your phone, and you find a community for similar people. People thrown out, disowned, abused for dying their hair or expressing wants to. When you get there, you find that they accept you with the warmest smiles and the coziest hugs. You find people that bleached their brown hair to blonde and dyed their blonde hair to brown, just like you, and they look so amazing. You find people with all sorts of coloured hair too, red, blue, yellow, purple, multicoloured and hair that gets redyed differently depending on the day. They all have similar stories. You've finally found a place you belong.
Outside, people are still outraged. They scream at the community that they're brainwashing their kids, that they're grooming every kid to dye their hair until there's no natural hair kids left. You don't feel hurt anymore. You know now they make no sense. They push out their own children, and this is the result. They don't want people with dyed hair banding up together.
Brown hair has always suited you. You're rather tired of people trying to pretend it doesn't.
This is not about dyed hair.
