i found the tenth circle of hell: it's where your fave blows up on tiktok

Hozier is amazing, but I avoided him for years based on the shallow tiktok girly view of him, and maaaaaaaaan do they really not get any of his songs.

[at glory hole]

"So...when do I get to meet your parents?"

No third answer. No it's complicated. I want to know the truth. Reblog for sample size so I can gain the truth.

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

uhh did i forget how time works or was the first post in december 2018 and the second in august 2018

Reblog for time travelling $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

The original song is from 1981, which, like... the lyrics reflect a different, older understanding of queerness, but -- I have to stress -- this was originally recorded in 1981, and Willie Nelson recorded a cover in 2006 [EDIT: I heard the original as a kid, and I always thought it was Willie Nelson, even before he covered it in 2006. IDK why.] And now he's recording it with Orville Peck.

Fucking rad.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?

Time to bring this back. Again.

Apparently this is evergreen. Dammit.

I remember adults telling me, as a kid that girls can be equal to boys in all fields including athletics. Now, they consider girls to be delicate flowers who could never hope to compete against boys.

This, this makes me so mad. My foremothers fought so hard to be equal and their descendants want so hard to be fragile flowers.

people with chronic pain and chronic fatigue will be like why does it hurt and why am I so tired

The people who police your gender will police your gender even if you're cis.

Eat them.

"OH those body builder women with pancake breasts arent-" eat them.

"This woman has a beard, thats not-" eat them.

"That man has a baby face, that's not" - eat them with barbecue sauce.

Eat them. You will never be gender enough for their definition of gender. Eat them.

Joking aside, the Millennium Falcon is not the space fantasy equivalent of a busted-ass old panel van.

The Millennium Falcon is the space fantasy equivalent of a busted-ass old panel van that's inexplicably been hot-rodded to have a top speed of 300 miles per hour, which is substantially funnier.

picard is gay as fuck if lwaxana had her milf titties all up in my face like that…brother id bury myself in em

“oh no a hot milf in heat is making me wear my gay little captains dress so she can oggle my calves” ungrateful swagless bald ass id gape for my queen if she asked -_-

you type all this and think she’d even look at you when you’re just giving it a away for free. she’s a cougar, a carnivore. she doesn’t want to be fed she wants to hunt and Picard is her bald white stag

not over this. the woman tried to bed ODO and you think she’d crack her panties for some easy cock dick ballin???

Odo the goopster who at the time was pulling the full Ken doll experience, who expressed general misanthropy towards all pleasure oriented human experience, who avoided her like an ant dodging beams in the microwave, who had spent something like 10 years fruitlessly attempting to understand the point of companionship and leisure. She hounded that shape-shifting blob of cop like he was a stray slice of cheese in a vegan party platter and she were a starving rat, and you think she’d rather have your hole for $0???

the idea of public restrooms as "women's spaces" continues to confound me. you know who I hope is in a public bathroom when I go in?? no one. I would prefer no one else be in the bathroom. and if someone else is in the bathroom I am going to ignore them as much as possible. I did not go into the bathroom to connect with other women. I went into the bathroom to piss and/or shit. it's a toilet's space, not a women's space. shut the fuck up and let trans people piss and shit in peace. let's all continue to avoid eye contact with each other and any and all interaction in the toilet's space.

Eddie Dean is what happens when the poor little meow meow is given a gun

He did take out a bunch of mobsters with his dick swaying in the breeze. So he is a bad ass poor little meow meow.

Hilda by Duane Bryers

More Hilda!!

in this family we love and support Hilda.

Yes! Hilda!

What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.

I always forget about Hilda and am so pleased when she randomly shows up on my dash. Always makes my day

I love Hilda so much and I want her to be happy

My favorite thing is how Hilda is always doing something and having a BLAST! She’s not posing coyly for anyone, she’s having her own adventures and it’s not about the viewer at all

Always reblog Hilda!

HILDA MY LOVE

Yeah c'mon

Good evening to my short kings

Good evening to my tall queens

When the whole party is down but your bard is up

jack had absolutely no right to go this hard

um excuse me Jack not only may but must go this hard

I love the moment where the band is like “oh, yeah, let’s pick this up!”

Everything he does is joy

Always reblog…