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Asexuals were always part of pride and it really fucking shows when people think it's a recent term.

Although not going by the term "asexual" yet, asexuality was spoken about alongside homosexuality as far back as the 1890s. Asexual history is just as vital to queer history as any other term and I'm so tired of watching us being treated like a new thing

hungry-skeleton

This image is so so fucking important to me

hungry-skeleton

Reblog this, cowards

maudit

profeminist

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.

Gifset source

missbliss12

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.

i-am-a-snom

I am a Snom.

sixsticks

Hello snom

munchi-munchie

Whatever you do at the crossroads. Keep going forward.

- Derek

WHAT THE HELLY HAPPENED. Wifies did not throw a brick, he threw a truck 💔💔

THE KING IN YELLOW WHEN I GET YOU WHEN I GET YOU 😡

campersart

This took so much effort

icedhotkopi

It’s you // it’s me

Orpheus // Eurydice

[ Doubt comes in - Hadestown ]

ren-cerati

Hhaha. So. How we doin' folks

Its always minecraft doomed yaoi i swear...

That aside, I consider this one of the best ARGS I've personally seen. The builds and storytelling, the music, hell the voice actors and how the characters were portrayed- utterly amazing.

Anyway, little side note- I made D3r's wings that of a white gyrfalcon, which is a bird that can only be offered up to a king/royalty.

Maybe more art soon...they're both on mind...

veelzebub-the-dingus

cioscizor

They made me very sad

impikachan

while my guitar gently weeps

k3n999

i dont think i can recover from this easily... I literally had to speedran this so i could focus on my work o(-<

red-plutoo

Duke Thomas week 2026: day 1

Ficlet for the badly injured prompt

Tw: gore !!

This was a bad idea.

Like a really bad idea.

It would’ve been helpful if he could see where he was to distinguish how bad of an idea it had been. Blood had dripped down, washing out one eye, leaving his sight blurry and barely there, the other eye was covered by the broken screen on his helmet. It had turned off about 20 minutes ago. Probably from the whole thing breaking in half, if he had to guess.

And Duke definitely had to guess. His powers let him know he was somewhere with the stark fluorescent lights he hated, they irritated him. Maybe he was in one of the free clinics in down town Gotham? No. They’re busy even at night, had to be somewhere else.

He could be in a lab, but he couldn’t smell the science-y antiseptic he imagined he would. In all fairness all he could smell was iron so it’s not like he could tell if there was any antiseptic smell.

Okay, surroundings aside, the gash in the side of his skull maybe needed to be dealt with. Thick blood had already started to congeal on the opening, forming like amber around the cut.

As far as he knew he’d gotten into a crash, his fault really. Throwing yourself off a bike at 50 mph? Doctors don’t recommend. But he did need to dodge the explosion of fear gas, which was also presumably his fault. He was on a roll today.

Would Izzy kill him if he texted right now? Uh. Maybe.

The helmet wasn’t doing him much help anymore, tossing it just let him see. Not that seeing helped much. One eye was still jacked up.

God his head hurt. He was grateful for the adrenaline keeping the white hot pain at bay, but that didn’t stop it from hurting. Warmth seeped into his skin, bubbling under the surface, sticky red gunk dripped down the side of his face, his neck and his arm.

Had he hit an artery? He really hoped not. He loved Alfred but he didn’t want to deal with that lecture.

Could be worse. Could be concussed.

“Don’t jinx it.” He chastised himself, rubbing his palm against his eye, swiping away the blood, he waited for his vision to come back, letting him survey the room—

Why wasn’t it coming back.

Ok. Okay. Panicking wouldn’t help anyone. He needed a mirror. The adrenaline wouldn’t be that good to stop him feeling a missing eye, blunt force trauma can do questionable things to a person, it was probably that.

Lecture be damned, he hit his panic button.

“Hey b?”

“Signal?” Bruces voice cut through the silence.

“B I fucked up.”

@dukethomas-week

no-celebration

Luna

#is it telling that i was like #my little pony #!!!#and got confused when I zoomed in #and she wasn’t there

beebfreeb

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

scribe-cas

Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"