#without permission

[itsmythang]

Kenny Loggins took Legal action against Donald Trump, demanding $500 million in copyright lawsuit after his song “Danger Zone” was used without permission in an AI video mocking anti-Trump demonstrators during the No Kings Day March! 👏🏽👏🏽

[namusass]

thinking about babe being SO terrified of willy being able to stop time because it means he cant protect himself against him. willy can assault him at any moment. willy COULD have assaulted him, touched him, and he'd have no idea.

fucking TERRIFYING prospect from babe's perspective

[overmooneleven]

2025-2024-2023

Celebrating my second year back to drawing! 🥳🥹

What a ride!

I think I’m slowly starting a tradition to redraw this old guardian Pitch comic panel for comparison.

A warm thank you to everyone who stopped by and had a little chat with me. Tumblr have been a very quiet place during the first year and I had so many failed attempts to try to connect with others that I didn’t see the point of be out here.

I changed my mind because of all the lovely winter spirits enjoyers out there that I met during the last year 🥹. It was a pleasant surprise!

I don’t have a lot of time to go around tumblr and I probably miss a lot but I always enjoy everyone’s creations 💖💖💖.

Keep on creating!

Marylune

[ministerpeacefulpoetwordwitch]

Without Permission

Been fired Turn the corner and I’m hired Working hard for no one This really isn’t fun You get tired But now I’m retired A sticker in the foot Feel the prick Each time as you take a step Reminding you Realizing the trick A perfect world In a twirl Seeing the lines hidden in decision Will anyone listen Open your ears Open you eyes Without permission

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 6/28/25

[littlekiara96]

Hear me out

[kinda2cute4me]

Just a little something :>

I can't wait for season 2

[kokodrawings]

Is it okay if we use ur art in edits with credit ofc? ^_^ have a wonderful day!

I prefer if you don't, please 😅

But thank you so much for caring and asking! 💖

[pumpkin-the-girlie-girl-vixen]

My Journey from the Closet to Acceptance

Growing up, I always felt different. As a closeted gay girl, I carried the weight of my identity in silence, knowing from a young age that my family might not accept or understand me. The fear of rejection loomed over my childhood, casting a long shadow on my heart. I learned to hide who I was, masking my true self with layers of conformity, all the while longing for the freedom to love openly.

Then came the day that changed everything. It started as a moment of innocent affection, a fleeting kiss with my girlfriend on the school bus during 8th grade. We were young and carefree, lost in our little world, unaware of the storm brewing around us. But someone, a boy in the 8th grade, took it upon himself to capture that moment without our permission. He secretly recorded us, and before I knew it, a video of that innocent kiss began circulating around school.

When my principal caught wind of it, the consequences were swift and harsh. He called my father in, and I felt a knot of dread tighten in my stomach as I walked into his office. There, in front of my father, my principal pulled out his cell phone and showed him the very clear video of me and my girlfriend locking lips. The shock on my father's face was palpable, and I braced myself for the inevitable explosion.

When I got home, I feared the worst. I half-expected my father to unleash his anger, possibly even resorting to violence. But instead, a heavy silence enveloped the house. His disappointment was more cutting than any words could have been. For weeks, he wouldn’t look at me, wouldn’t speak to me, and I felt the chasm between us grow wider. It was as if I had become a ghost in my own home—his little girl, now a source of shame.

In those dark moments, I often thought about the "conversion camps" I had heard whispers about. If only I had said I was confused, maybe I could have avoided being thrust into that scrutiny. But deep down, I knew I was not confused; I was simply me, trapped in a situation that felt unforgiving.

Fast forward to when I turned 25. The distance between my family and me had always felt insurmountable, but then came a conversation with my mother that opened my eyes. She casually mentioned, “I’m glad that was just a phase!” I couldn’t help but giggle at how out of touch she was. “What phase, Mom?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

“You know… the phase of kissing girls.”

With a smile, I replied, “Mom, I’m an adult now. I make my own choices. I’ve always liked girls, and I’m not going to hide in the closet anymore. You don’t have to like who I am, but if you love me, you’ll keep your hateful opinions to yourself and accept me for me.”

To my surprise, as time passed, my mom began to change. She started sending me pride-related gifts, small tokens of acceptance that felt monumental. It was a journey fraught with challenges, but knowing that I had finally begun to carve out a space for my true self was liberating.

Reflecting on my journey, I realize how far I’ve come from those fearful days in the closet. Embracing my identity has been a powerful act of self-love, and while my path has been littered with obstacles, I’ve emerged stronger and more authentic. In the end, love won out over fear, and that’s a victory worth celebrating.