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Three Goblin Art
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Show & Tell
One Nice Bug Per Day
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hello vonnie
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Love Begins
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roma★
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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@purplepri
Okay, I need to know
I shipp(ed) Sterek and now I shipp Buddie
I didn't shipp Sterek and now I shipp Buddie
I shipped Sterek and I don't shipp Buddie
I didn't shipp Sterek and I don't shipp Buddie
see (partial) results
Thinking about Ronanssy at 4:23AM
Both Nancy and Robin are knights of the realm, and they got a small beef because of misunderstanding (Robin thought Nance got the knighthood bc she's from an important family and Nancy thought Robin was just another person who doesn't think she's good at being a Knight, or something like that)
Enter Chrissy, the beautiful princess of the kingdom, and she's under threat and needs personal protection
And who's better than the two best knights their kingdom had to offer?
Cue them falling over themselves to impress Chrissy, but getting closer at the same time
Those disasters do not know how to handle each other. Chrissy and Nancy see Robin taking off her helmet and smirking at the other knight she just dismounted, and they can't say the color of anything. Nancy and Robin watch Chrissy all dressed up for a ball drop a kerchief and almost brain each other trying to pick it up. Robin and Chrissy witness Nancy training with a sword in just her chainmail and their jaws are on the floor, in the middle of a pool of drool.
Reblog if you're transmasc, support trans men, or want a chocolate chip cookie
Translation for the Punjabi bits.
"Mind your business, excuse me...Mind your business! I don't want weird (or senseless) animals talking to me. Do you understand me? Ill-mannered person, he has no manners. He doesn't know how to talk to a woman! We're both talking it out, who are you to speak in between? WHAT IS IT? WHY ARE YOU TALKING TO ME? WHO ARE YOU? EXCUSE ME!" :)
brown eyes so dark they look black are the best actually and I don't give a fuck about sunlight hitting them to make them lighter either I want to be consumed by the inky abyss
Fat femme walking out of a steamy shower to put on world's smallest fucking towel. If you drooled reblog
Mutual follows directions
enough men with dead wife syndrome. i want women fresh out of toxic divorces venting their feelings through bloodbaths and john wick action sequences
i love you archival work. i love you alphabetizing. i love you sorting. i love you reshelving. i love you document restoration. i love you shelf reading. i love you inventorying. i love you analysis. i love you archival work.
1) any stretching is better than no stretching
2) any vegetable is better than no vegetable
3) statistically you will never be the worst person at anything, there is always someone in the world who is worse at stuff than you are
If you ask me I don't want "good Christians" in government to counter the "bad Christians" I just want a separation of church and state like they promised us in third grade
“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid
Also bc bitch I spent years to have the mind and skill that I do - why the fuck would I fucking waste that on the "NOT EVEN half assed at best" machine?
whitsantos mood
SIBLINGS AND YOU CANNOT TELL ME DIFFERENT
happy june everybody i hope you get fucked and/or sucked this month
what if we don't wanna be?
then i hope for peace
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
oh no is this what we’re doing now
…relic…
*crumbles and blows away on the wind*
