Asymmetrical, Bisexual, Pseudopsychotic. NSFW tag is #kink! ~ Mistress of Blades ~ 20s ~ she/it ~ Icon courtesy of GhostlyGrapes
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way back in 10th grade i had gym class with a scary girl with neon green & black hair who chewed flavored condoms like chewing gum and once showed me a picture of her boyfriend's back scratched completely bloody. she only ever addressed me as "eyeliner." one day i asked why.
"cuz of your big gay stupid pretty eyelashes"
"....shouldn't it be 'mascara,' then?"
"shut up, eyeliner."
anyway that's why i'm gay now
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Wicked dolls by Mattel have the wrong website of the film printed on the packaging which directs you to an adult film website.
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ex ZA/UM members have formed a paramilitary organization and have taken over an oil rig as a forward operating base for mercenary work, deterring international intervention with a nuclear-armed mechanical weapons system
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if you say "i'm an ally but if you don't coddle me and people like me forever we're going to become neofascists" then i don't think you know what ally is because you're not describing an alliance -- you're describing an attempted hostage situation
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Seeing a lot of trans faux-progressives talking about breaking the law (in relation to diy hrt) like it will instantly end your life and you will never get away with it, and its very irritating to me because if you have read some queer history you know people have lived long, fulfilling lives outside the bounds of the law in our community since we started banding together. It was at one point just outright illegal to even be gay or trans in public and yet we held rallies and shows and events and we still went to the bars and we demanded our dignity. Do not let the law strip you of what you consider important, especially if it's transition
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I’ve posted two of these before, but here are all 3 warforged commissions for @hinkledinkle together in one post! <3
The top two are heavily inspired and referenced from designs by Alan Blackwell by request.
twitch / commissions / art tag
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On the topic of Leftist Andrew Tate and other mythical creatures of the liberal mind
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Jerboa from Minecraft (Alex's Mobs)
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“This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong. I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table. I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind. Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase. It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it. Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies. You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do? In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie. Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice …” I mean, it doesn’t really work. We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away. Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies. The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.”
— Douglas Adams (via revolverwife)
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