you're all joking about not wearing earplugs to concerts, right? we're not out here rawdogging 120dB. right.

to be clear i'm not trying to be moralizing or anything it's just important to me that people at least know they should be protecting their ears at concerts and clubs. repeated exposure to loud enough music will lead to hearing loss. you will get tinnitus. you don't want tinnitus.

Many lgbt teenagers and young adults growing up on the internet today have socially conservative beliefs that they voice at all times that they got from their conservative parents which they’ve never challenged because they think the life experience of being gay or trans makes them politically progressive

This is why I hate it when people say something homophobic and then go “so you’re really accusing me, a whole ass lesbian, of being homophobic 🙄” like yeah

There's a model of culture that I like to cite for this idea, called the Iceberg Model:

The LGBT youth (and young atheists, too) will cut off the stuff "above the water" but not really examine the stuff down below that line that they have as part of their upbringing.

So you get young LGBT people making comments like OP cited, or young atheists acting with an Evangelical persecution complex, and going, "Don't call me Culturally Christian!"

This is the sort of thing I keep talking about when I’m saying identity is not the same as ideology.

Who you identify as (who you are) says absolutely nothing about what you believe (your ideology). 

Same goes for any subcategory.

“I can’t be racist, I’m black.” If you're making “ching-chong” jokes about Asian people, you’re still racist.

“I’m can’t be misogynistic, I’m a trans woman.” If you’re slut-shaming sex workers, you’re misogynistic.

“I can’t be queerphobic, I’m non-binary.” If you’re saying bi/pan/trans people can’t bring their hetero partner to Pride, gueeeess what.

Punching down within your own culture is still punching down.

Also people disagreeing with you doesn’t mean they’re any kind of -phobic if the argument has nothing to do with your identity. You’d think this is obvious but some insecure/unhealed people really do use that attack against others as soon as they encounter any disagreement or conflict. And the tone of discourse these days encourages people to believe those accusations without questioning.

while kissing my cat's little head: you're a problem *smooch* you're a terror *smooch* you're a menace to society *smooch smooch smooch*

Léo Forest Leo Forest (b. 1985, based Paris, France) - Chat, 2023, Drawings: Pencil, Charcoal, Pastel on Paper

it's good for your mental health to have mutuals who are wildly horny about kinks which do nothing at all for you

this is both as in. sometimes you will realise that actually these kinks do do something for you and that can be very eye-opening and liberating

and also as in. sometimes you will hear someone decry these kinks as indicative of moral failing, and being friends with people like this makes you immune to that sort of knee-jerk outrage

Also primes you for awareness that there are a lot of people who like a lot of things you don’t like or even that make you uncomfortable, and that is okay, has nothing to do with their character, and is also none of your business.

It’s always good practice. Remember that minding your own business costs $0 and has numerous health benefits.

“Having freaky friends to immunise you against moral panic” is a take so good I can’t believe I don’t hear it more often.

"I have been attending the Devil's sacrament with you perverts for three weeks straight and you haven't awakened a fucking thing in me."

I see a post, that asks the question "you are now married to your phone background, how fucked are you?"

I close the app and look. When was the last time I considered my phone background? I can't even remember it.

On the screen before me is a purple wildflower, a bergamot, or "bee balm" plant, photographed in North Dakota in 2019 in a family member's back yard.

I am married to a bergamot. She is tall and shapely, moreso than myself, though her choice of purple raiments matched closely my own. She is my favorite color. Maybe that's how we met? Why I decided to woo her?

My wife the bergamot is a socialite. She has more friends than I. Every morning she gossips with a cabbage white butterfly, and cruelly shares their secrets with the rusty patched bumblebees, who compete for her affections with the domesticated aapis mellifera, which trail at her purple coattails like lapdogs.

Her favorite friend, however, is the ruby throated hummingbird. More insect than avian though it does contain a vertebral column, it iridesces like green beetle wings and in my heart I feel jealousy as my bergamot bride and the hummingbird kiss.

I sit with her for a season. Under the sun and the heat and the biting flies. She is covered in dewdrops and in spiders. I spare her from caterpillars and lavish my affections on her with a cup of water.

The world turns at last to its cool side, my bergamot changes her purple coat to her dusty toned night gown. She lies down to sleep and is buried beneath a bed of fresh snow come October.

Love so fleeting, marriage so brief, could I forget my bergamot and move on? Could my love be perennial and evergreen even when my beloved is not? It is winter and my bride is dead. How fucked am I?

actually very very grateful for the online slash long distance friendships and connections ive made on this hellsite and i don’t think i say that enough but!!!!!!!! i love you all so so much besties in my phone

Do you ever miss a character from a show but not like in the way that you want to rewatch the whole show because theres so much stuff going on and thats not what youre looking for but you miss your boy

The biggest red flags in town

shair fic

shu x chair!reader. if you know you know

tags: gender neutral reader, established relationship, suggestive, dom shu and submissive reader, reader is a chair

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He comes to you in the dark, a man of none other than his own namesake, often enough that you’ve come to expect him at least regularly. But tonight the lights are dimmed than usual, and the pulsing purple lights color his face enough for the flames behind his head to halo him.

This is a practiced ritual: Shu enters to connect with you before exiting stage right, but now, you’re alone with him and his darkness.

He traces a clawed finger along your spine, ridging between your crevices as he leaves a long, sultry scratch behind. You’ve come to expect the motion but the look in his eyes tonight is like none other. How could it compare? Every day is an unrepeatable show, but tonight is the apex of your encounters.

Shu leans along your frame. Haah, the contact. What a drug. He pushes your buttons while you take it wordlessly, obediently.

The excitement on both their parts for "Him" returning to this plane of existence, Phil handing Dan the knife to make the blood sacrifice, Dan then saying He will require blood straight from the source (Phil) and Phil saying he will willingly give it, this isn't even the homoeroticism of an unwilling sacrifice, it's two equally fucked up dedicated devotees who are codependent and enablers to each other, it's the way they only fit together with each other because of the rough edges, it's the way Satan always looms behind the Lovers, the way He is present in the backdrop (here and in the Devil tarot card) but the lovers linked together are in the foreground, the Devil is only the symbol of a bond, what the image is about at the end of the day is the bond itself, anyway anyone else wanna go crazy about this with me?

Do you see the vibes?

Why am I like this

Today's Seals Are: Slugs

drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands, romeo