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not to be dramatic but we desperately need a punk movement to come in and wash away this Instagram model airbrushed picture perfect trend. it’s so damaging……teens, young adults, kids, the Grown….all of us need to just. we need to be sweaty again. we deserve it smeared eyeliner…..idk just. it’s okay if ur hair is greasy please just relax & then get mad about stuff that’s important to you.

the day people learn that they can express negative opinions about queer rep without misusing the word queerbait is the day i will know peace

Some of the creatures of the forest seemed willing to follow you.

It takes so much courage to admit you were wrong ever, let alone publicly, especially if you’re involved in conspiracy stuff like this. Infinite respect

some stone butches are like “my clothes stay ON during sex”

some butches are like “my tools belt stays ON during sex”

i had to reblog this & add marf’s incredible strap on harness toolbelt which not only fits incredibly with this post but also looks amazing !!!

I love predictions of the future that oscillate between "eerily prescient" and "what the hell are you talking about?" Like that description of the year 2,000 written in 1933 where the author predicts flatscreen television, the glass wall trend in the homes of the wealthy, and the obsolescence of stuffed mattresses, but is also convinced that normal showers will be replaced by a device called the VAPOR LANCE that VAPORIZES the DIRT on you

Sometimes Apollo hits writers with prophecy and sometime it’s Hephaestus trying to make a pitch for his new product

🔥 Hearthfire 🔥

I don't want to harsh anyone's fun or anything but there is no way Guillermo could ever hide becoming a vampire. He might agree to it! Promise not to tell, it's going to be a big surprise. He'd totally intend to keep it a secret.

And then someone would walk into the room or say hello or breathe too loud and he'd immediately shout I'M A VAMPIRE.

He'd never be able to shut up about it.

"I went out today, actually I went out tonight because I can't go out anymore because I'm a vampire. I flew to the store in the shape of a bat because I can turn into a bat because I'm a vampire. I got some Tide pens but I didn't buy any food because I can't eat food because-"

Every fucking story he tells is like that. The others tell him he's not allowed out in public until he can prove he can have a whole conversation without mentioning that he's a vampire. He's stuck in the house for six months.

“people with uteruses” and “people with ovaries” and “people with testes” and “people with breasts” are completely harmless and useful phrases to use when discussing legislation & medicine I think yalll are just mad at the idea of trans & intersex people having medical & legal autonomy & the ability to describe our experiences without misgendering ourselves

reminder: trans people can be denied coverage on their insurance because the legal terms describing those treatments are gendered. a trans man with ovarian cancer can be refused access to treatment that a cis woman in the same position would be afforded because of a loophole created by the word choice.

they’re not just harmless and useful phrases, they’re potentially life saving.

Intersex folks too.

— Janet Mock, Redefining Realness.

A hollow book used as a secret poison cabinet, 17th century

tbh though if i were mccoy i’d be pretty fucking fed up with spock too. imagine you’re a doctor, you dedicate your life to learning how care for hundreds of different life forms and species across the galaxy, and then your wife divorces you, which leads you to enlisting as a doctor for starfleet. this is WAY outside of your comfort zone, you hate adventure and you’d rather be sittin on a porch in the sun with some sweet tea in hand and your daughter on your knee, but you ain’t got nowhere else to go, and who are you if you aren’t a doctor? you’ve dedicated your whole life and so much more to healing. so you enlist, you get assigned to a starship. not your dream job, but if there’s one thing leonard mccoy knows how to do it’s treat patients. and then THIS MEDICAL MARVEL MOTHERFUCKER comes in with his fucked up gene spliced half human half vulcan biology and the rarest most obscure blood type even among vulcans with ZERO precedent for his existence or medical baseline and also happens to be THE WORST PATIENT IN HISTORY. REFUSES to sit still and follow instructions. always making smart ass comments about your silly human emotionalism. you’ll get insane fucking readings and be like “spock i think you’re dying” and the bastard will answer with a straight face “yes. that’s just pon farr.” “can you tell me how to treat it?” “no.” and then just walks out of the fucking sickbay. you’re constantly busting your ass trying to figure out how to keep this human-alien catboy mix’n’match medical nightmare from hell alive and healthy and all you get in return is backhanded compliments from an emotionally stunted fruit. and you can’t even complain about it to your best friend because he’s too busy doodling this obstinate motherfucker’s name all over his notebook while eye-fucking him on the middle of the bridge. hell i’d be an alcoholic too.

your late twenties is like one of your friends is getting promoted, one of your friends is binge-watching an early 2000′s tv show, one of your friends is moving away, one of your friends is moving home, one just graduated, one just dropped out, one spends all day in bed, at least three of them are getting into crystals and alternative medicine, one of them is changing careers, one of them still “doesn’t know what they want to do with their life” and talks about starting a podcast, one of them is on sabbatical, and everyone’s tummy hurts but they’re being so brave about it

Rudy the Werewolf (my OC)

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