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i wrote half an essay in 20mins today when it’s not even due for another 4 weeks, reblog this to have a productivity lightning bolt strike you like it did me today
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Every time someone stands up for who they are, the world becomes a less frightening place. Thank you for overcoming your fears and sharing your story. The LGBT community accept and welcome you with open arms.
Welcome home @danielhowell ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
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Thank you @danielhowell so much for your latest video; you inspire so many people to accept others and most importantly accept themselves. Happy Pride!
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Who likes transparencies!? :D (no seriously you’ll wanna click on these ones.)
I think it’s one of my better transparent works…
tags:
Hi, yes, I love this! It’s just so sad, but then it’s happy, and my Logince heart, is just crying. Love your art!
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Hello how about a look at Virgil “how the hell are you dating a fashion designer” Cade.
Virgil cade is a young YouTuber/songwriter who is somehow dating legendary fashion designer Logan sanders. While his boyfriend takes pride in making new clothes and designing formal wear, Virgil’s specialty is thrift shopping.
He shows off grunge looks more than often and is more or less attempting to make his life like an aesthetic Tumblr post( read: a shit ton of fairy lights and house plants)
He met Logan in high school when he moved from Kentucky to Florida and they immediately hit it off. By that I mean logan didn’t pester him when he was crying at lunch and Virgil would give good silent company when Logan was studying. Love at first sight people.
After high school logan started really focusing on putting together his company, so he pulled in his best friend/crush, as well as roman and Patton (those two did NOT offer silent company ever)
At first, it was just Virgil roman and Patton dropping bye whenever they could but eventually when Logan could afford to pay them, Virgil quit his shitty fast food job and began to full-time work with his crush.
Yeah cause that was gonna work
Maybe a week? Of working with logan? Before he snapped and ended up making out with him on the sewing table.
As much as he loves the nerd, logan can overwork himself. A lot. Virgil’s never far behind him taking away cups of coffee or draping a blanket over him while he sleeps with his head down on the desk, glasses on and probably drooling onto a new design.
Virgil is ALWAYS there with Logan, through thick and thin. When the store upgrades and when it’s not doing too well, when he has to move into the store to work more efficiently, Virgil goes with him.
They get a black cat named Smokey, she’s always a favorite to have around the office when people come in for fittings and designing.
And Virgil loves him… So so much… and even tho logan is APPALLED by the 30-year-old hoodie Virgil ever so gracefully bought and then sliced in half to make a crop top, he loves him more than anything in the world
Taglist for art AND fashion designer au under the cut (and there’s a fuck ton of you for some reason, okay so please let this be a post with more than like 2 reblogs)
Okay, but I love Virgil’s aesthetic! This AU has me hooked I love it!
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❤happy Gryffindor pride day❤ hope you like this little drawing of Roman👑❤
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aurevoir-mes-amis-deactivated20
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
wasereborworthit
canada a bit to the left
zillystring
moniker-padacklyte
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
winchesterwolves
madamedepompador
iwantfitbody
i cried my ass of laughing
bunnyinafez
suklaaaa
WARM CANADA
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
hypno-angex
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
sigmatique
M ILKY E H
allnaturaltrashfruit
IT HAS RETURNED
FOUND IT
danandphan
IT IS AN HONOUR TO HAVE THIS GRACE MY DASH
danandphan
reblogging from myself bc i found this when scrolling through my blog
Reblogging again because this is too god for not reblog
starshiphufflebadger
Man I have not seen this in a long time. Still love it
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I made this thanks to my sister @sonicfortress that got me into this musical! so I decided to make a little fanart as a comic cover~
Oh my goodness, that’s amazing!
C-C-C-Cmon! Let’s go!
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King of ♦️’s
Oh my word, I love this! It was really well done!
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Me?? Being obsessed with Pestilence Horseman!Virgil’s design? It’s more likely than you think.
Taglists:
Can I have more of this? It’s absolutely astounding! I love the character design!
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Concept:
Patton bucks. He gives all the sides a weekly allowance of dad dollars wich are just multicolored pieces of paper with his face drawn on them and dollar signs. They can spend them on lots of favors from him like an extra bedtime story or if they really want him to make something specific for dinner. Dad things. And it’s the one thing they’ve all agreed to play along with, Logan saves them very neatly and uses financial planning to properly invest them, Virgil stuffs them in his sock drawer and Roman has a special wallet cause he’s extra. Sometimes they have little contests over who can make the most in one day by doing chores and being nice to Patton and they get super competative, especially Roman and Logan. And Patton is just glad his boys are playing nice.
@bleepblopbloop56 @marsupials-of-mars I see your concept and tags and I raise you a story based on this concept and the tags. I hope you both like it!
“Here you go, Kiddo!”
Virgil stared at the piece of rainbow paper held out in front of him in a mix of shock and disbelief. “Pat, what?” He looked up at Patton to make sure that this was actually happening.
Patton was beaming at him and wiggled the Patton buck encouragingly. Virgil took it with numb fingers, forcing himself to look at Patton instead of the piece of precious paper. “Thanks for the help around the kitchen today! It really helped to have someone help me clean up after breakfast!”
It was really hard to speak through the lump that was forming in his throat. “It, it’s really for me?” His jaw trembled with the force of holding back tears and he whispered, voice cracking, “Really? But, I never get any Patton Bucks.”
Patton’s face fell, though Virgil didn’t really understand why. It was the truth. Ever since Virgil had manifested, he had earned exactly one Patton buck. And that had only been for not interfering on some sorta date a few years back. It had pressed inside a book and stuffed inside a sock drawer. Virgil had refused to spend it.
He had watched Logan and Roman get hundreds upon hundreds of Patton bucks over the years and Virgil had to fight back tears every time they spent one and got a bedtime story, special dinners, and other things that Virgil would’ve loved. But that was how it went. Because Virgil was the bad guy and bad guys didn’t get any love.
Virgil had been so lost in thought that he jumped back when fingers brushed his cheek. Patton had reached out a hand to touch him and was staring at him in concern. “Oh, kiddo,” he whispered. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry, Vee.”
‘I’m crying?’ Virgil thought distantly. He was shaking so hard that the Patton buck slipped through his fingers and fluttered down to the ground. He yelped through his tears and bent down to pick it up (he couldn’t lose it, he couldn’t lose it) but was pulled into a tight hug by the Moral Side instead.
“Pluh, please,” he sobbed, still trying to reach for the Patton buck. “Please, I, I,” Virgil sobbed and trembled harder. He couldn’t seem to get any words out.
Patton stroked his hair and shushed him gently. “Shh, it’s okay, Sweetheart. I’m sorry, this is my fault, baby.”
Virgil shuddered in Patton’s grip, clinging to his cat hoodie, though his eyes remained trained on the Patton Buck on the ground. “Please don’t take it away,” Virgil whispered. It was a fear that he had never voiced until now. “Please.”
Patton’s arms tightened around Virgil and he cooed, “No one’s gonna take it from you, Vee, I promise. This isn’t gonna be your last one, okay? I give my kiddos Patton bucks all the time and you’re one of my kiddos.” He pulled back a little and cupped Virgil’s cheek. “You’re one of my kids and that’s a fact. Okay, Stormcloud?”
Virgil could barely see Patton through his leftover tears but nodded. “Okay,” he whispered. He took a shuddering breath and wiped away some tears on his cheeks. “I,”
“That better not be an apology I’m about to hear,” Patton warned lightly. He smiled at Virgil softly. “You’ve done nothing to apology for, Vee. Now,” He abruptly stooped down and picked up the Patton Buck, handing it to Virgil, “I believe this is yours.”
Virgil took the Patton Buck and almost pressed it against his chest. “Thank you,” he said softly.
Patton just smiled and said, “Remember what I said, Sweetheart. This isn’t your last one so you don’t need to worry about spending it.” He took Virgil’s free hand and pulled him toward the Commons. “C’mon, Virgil, let’s go put in a movie, okay?”
Virgil nodded and smiled wetly. He gripped the Patton Buck in his hand, still unwilling to let it go. He wasn’t going to spend it for a long, long while. It wasn’t until he reached the grand total of ten Patton Bucks that he was able to work up the courage to nervously pass one to Patton in exchange for a dinner of homemade pizza and soda.
It was completely worth it. If not for the meal, then just to see Patton’s proud smile.
Taglist Undercut
Okay so I loved this story so much and this idea came to me so since @stormcrawler75 has graciously given me permission to do so, allow me to present: a continuation!
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Virgil was still getting used to the concept of spending his Patton Bucks. Though he’d been receiving them for over three months now, and he had managed to bring himself to spend a few, there was still a part of him that screamed not to do so–that he should hoard the bucks, treasure them, because they were tangible reminders of something important. Sure, custom dinners and bedtime stories were nice, but…but it was also nice, on bad days, or nights after he’d awakened from horrible dreams about the way things used to be, to have a stack of brightly-colored pieces of evidence that he really was welcomed and accepted now. It was good to be able to pull out his meager little stack and stare at Patton’s smiling face and remind himself that the others really did know how much he was trying to be better.
He would never be as good as Logan or Roman, true, but at least…at least he had these. A few little scraps of proof that they at least knew he didn’t mean to be awful all the time. That was worth way more than homemade pizza or his choice of movie on movie night.
So, after spending a few, he decided to stop and keep them instead. He could live without the extra scraps of attention or love–he’d done that for years. Having the bucks, that was way more important.
He should have known, though, that he wouldn’t be able to get away with it forever. A few weeks after the last time he’d spent a buck on a movie night, he was in the kitchen trying to scrounge up something for lunch, when Patton walked in and greeted him cheerfully.
“Hey, kiddo!” he said. “Whatcha up to?”
Ok I know I wrote this but now I can’at stop thinking of an alternate scenario where Virgil never clears things up for Patton in the kitchen and ends up trying to spend a Patton Buck on a hug or on care when he’s sick.
Like just picturing Virgil looking vaguely haunted after a night full of terrible dreams kind of shuffling into the kitchen and wordlessly handing Patton a buck, and Patton being like, “You want pancakes kiddo…?” and Virgil just shaking his head and whispering, “Could I please have a hug?” instead.
Or like Virgil knocking on Patton’s door, shivering and feverish and wrapped in a blanket, holding out a buck (or maybe multiples, thinking this was a bigger task so it would cost more) and croaking,”I don’t feel good…c-could I have some soup?”
I just keep imagining Patton’s reaction if Virgil actually tried to buy a piece of love or care from him instead of just a silly favor.
Well, this tore my heart out, but I loved it.
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Doodled some dorks
katatles-the-fish
i thought that said drunks and just thought “yup. that’s what they are” and didn’t question it
Doodled some drunks
This is adorable. Both of them are. Love your art!
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90, LAMP?
Sorry I’m late! I was planning world domination.
General taglist (because I have one of those now): @felicianoromano @jemthebookworm
“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”
Roman startled at the sound of Patton’s voice so badly that he nearly dropped the pile of plates he was putting in the cabinet, which would have really sucked because they had just thrown away a different plate after it had slipped between Virgil’s fingers and shattered on the floor. It had taken the four of them ten minutes to clean up the mess and another hour to console and reassure Virgil that it was okay.
“What?” Roman managed after the plates were safely away and he turned back around to the other boy.
Patton was putting away the silverware, sorting them neatly as Logan insisted after so many times of accidentally trying to stir his early morning coffee with a knife. Up until then he had been nodding along to what Roman was saying, humming in affirmation as he usually did.
Roman hadn’t really expected him to reply. He was just filling the space between them with words. Not nervously or anything. He just liked to talk.
(Virgil said he liked to hear the sound of his own voice, which wasn’t exactly untrue, but it sounded mean.)
“I’m not going to buy anymore IKEA furniture.” Patton said again. He smiled at Roman, “Not after last time.”
“What last time?”
“You don’t remember?” Virgil called from where he was starfished on the kitchen table scrolling through Tumblr like he was searching for something (“The cure for depression!”). The only reason why Patton hadn’t forced him off of there with the threat of withholding his patented Patton puppy kisses, was because Virgil was taking good care not to have any part of his shoes on the table top.
“Remember what?”
Patton tapped his cheek drawing Roman’s attention to the smattering of freckles all over his face. It was unfair that he could be so adorable after so many years. Roman spent hours with exfoliating skin scrub and his hair straightener and he still had nothing compared the older boy. He was perfect.
“I supposed it makes sense you wouldn’t remember, RoRo!” He said after a moment of thought, with a blinding, bright smile. “The doctor said it might happen!”
Roman threw his hands up in a sideways ‘T’. “Whoa, whoa, wait. Time out. What doctor?”
Virgil glanced over his phone, with a narrowed expression, “It was what’s-his-face, right? That guy.”
Patton nodded, “Yeah him! He was so nice! Took good care of you, RoRo!”
“From what? What happened?”
“What happened when?” Logan asked strolling into the area with a very tired look for someone who just woke up from a nap in the living room. Roman had watched him fall asleep with a book in his hands, carefully book marked it for the nerd, and threw a blanket over him. For someone who was so put together while awake, he was a drooling, sprawling mess of limbs and scruffy hair when he fell asleep.
A cute drooling, sprawling mess. It took a lot of restraint not to kiss him back to wakefulness when he passed out on the couch.
“Roman doesn’t remember what happened with the shelf in the guest room.” Virgil said. “If you’re making coffee, can you grab me some.”
“Are you guys pulling my leg?” Roman snorted, “There’s no shelf in the guest room. There’s never been a shelf in there!”
Logan leaned his head on Patton’s shoulder as he fiddled with the coffee make, even though there was plenty of room for both of them to move around each other. “I assure you, Roman, we aren’t pulling any legs. This is about the IKEA incident is it not?”
“It is!” Patton hummed, “That was a really bad day.”
Roman grabbed two mugs from the cabinet behind him and offered them to Logan, pulling them out of reach when Logan reached for them. With a a roll of his eyes, Logan pushed off of Patton and chased the mugs right into Roman’s arms.
Roman grinned into a chastise kiss with his favorite nerd. Logan could pretend he hated it all he wanted, but Roman could feel the happiness in the relaxation of the other’s shoulders.
“Hey! That’s unfair, you gays!” Virgil called.
“You are also gay, Virgil,” Logan pointed out, “And how can it possibly be unfair?”
“Because I didn’t get any kisses.” Virgil sat up on the table, grinning that sort of shit-eating grin and made a grabby motion for him.
“Nope!” Roman tugged Logan closer, “He’s mine.”
“I am no one’s! I’m not a possession,” Logan huffed.
“You say that, but Crofter’s owns your soul.” Virgil groaned and tossed himself from the table. He swayed on his feet.
Patton stole the mugs from Roman’s hand and positioned them next to the coffee maker. He danced around the kitchen, until he slid into next to Virgil and threaded their hands together.
Roman placed his chin on Logan’s head, breathing in the smell of him, the bookish, warm scent of the hidden corners of the library. He rocked a few steps, feeling the excitement in his stomach that he got every time any of the other’s let him hold them.
“Hey kiddo!” Patton hummed, “I have something really important to tell you!”
Virgil had just enough time to blink before Patton stood up on his tip-toes and kissed Virgil. Roman got to watch Virgil beautiful red blush flush his face even under her foundation, his chest filling with a rumbling laughter.
They broke apart a few second later and Patton’s tongue teased through his lips, dancing with smudges of Virgil’s black lipstick. “Hey V! I really, really love you!”
“Pat!” Virgil yelped, “Pat, you can’t– just–”
“Wow V!” Patton sang, “I haven’t seen you this red since that IKEA incident.”
Virgil buried his face in his free hand but Roman could see him make attempt to move away. He leaned towards Patton as if he could bury himself in Patton’s smaller form.
“Wait, what?” Roman said, “Why was Virgil blushing in the IKEA incident?”
“Because of something Logan said!” Virgil cried muffled through his sweatshirt sleeve.
“Logan?” Roman repeated, “What did Logan say?” He looked down at the bookworm in his arms, who had suddenly gone very still.
“Hmmm,” Patton tapped his chin again, “I think it was something about…screws? Or maybe it was nails–”
“Or maybe it wasn’t!” Logan said suddenly, “You know it was a while ago, perhaps it’s not all that important– oh look the coffee’s done.”
“Wait, what, no!” Roman gasped, “I wanna know what happened!”
“Patton dropped a hammer on you.” Logan wriggled in his hold, “My coffee…”
“Patton did what?”
“Because Virgil scared me!”
“Because Logan yelled at me!”
“Because you told me the instructions wrong!”
“It’s not my fault the instructions were in Swedish!” Virgil pouted in distress, “Roman speaks like fourteen languages! Why did I have to be the one reading the instructions?”
“Two,” Roman said, “I speak two languages! English and Spanish, Mi Amor!”
“That’s two more than me!”
“No, it’s not!”
“I no English goodly!”
“Virgil you’re an English Major!”
Logan slipped under Roman’s arms in his distraction and escaped to the coffee pot. He filled two the two mugs but before he could get much further, Patton had tugged Virgil over to him and the two of them caught him in a dual hug.
“Patton! Virgil!” Logan yelped, “I’m holding–”
“It’s cuddle o’clock!” Patton laughed.
“Please just let me get my coffee before he starts–”
“Logan, my angel! The light of my life! Stolen away in the debt of the night by the traitorous forces of Gloom and Eternal Sun!” Roman pressed a hand to his chest, “Whatever shall I do?”
“Suffer,” Virgil suggested.
“I cannot!” Roman protested, “Fore I look upon the beauty of all three of my favorite people in the world and my heart cannot help but weep tears of unadulterated joy!”
Patton laughed. “Then come with us! There’s always enough room for you!”
Roman grinned, “I don’t mind if I do, Padre!”
And maybe they spent all morning just hugging in the kitchen, and maybe the coffee went cold without anyone drinking it, and maybe the dishes didn’t get finished put away until nearly lunch time, and maybe Roman grinned up at the ceiling and thanked whatever deity was up there that he was blessed with three precious amazing boyfriends.
It’s definitely better than whatever happened that day with the IKEA bookshelf.
This is amazing! I loved it! I also loved the explanation as to why you were late lol! Please keep writing! But only if it makes you happy, of course!
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Remove the White Supremacists
Dear Tumblr @staff,
In light of the recent white supremacist terror attacks worldwide:
We, the Tumblr community (your community), implore you to change your previously passive policy against white supremacy and white nationalist extremist ideologies.
Every major news station, social expert, and experts on extremist ideologies have identified that these extremist ideologies are spread and grown on online platforms: specifically social platforms. They have identified the major ways that communities can confront these violent extremist views; the biggest one being for social media groups to actually start removing user accounts that post and spread extremist white nationalist dog whistles, memes, and rhetoric.
Your users are begging for your help in stemming the rising tide of xenophobic violence. As has become evident by the recent terrorist attack in Christchurch, New Zealand, these ideologies don’t begin with violence, but with strategically spouted rhetoric and hate speech that riles up others who are vulnerable to being persuaded by their subtle methods.
Please. If you support the safety of your users. If you support the Muslim Community. If you support the Jewish Community. If you support People of Color. If you support your users regardless of color or religious background.
Then it’s time to start taking a proactive stance against extremist white supremacist and nationalist ideologies and remove them.
The signatures and reblogs below should serve to show you how strongly your userbase feels about this. We all stand for a world without Hate. Do you?