#I'm not joking.

[asubakaa]

kids from my classes keep sayin "English or Spanish" what does it mean /srs

[cosmichoneyz]

hey tumblr last night i got a man's number and his snapchat by having a chat about doctor who with him. get on my level

[sleepknoot]

This pride month, I learned how to shoot a gun. 👍

[echoequinox]

*KICKS IN THE DOOR*

MY ALT GOT NUKED, TIME TO BE HORNY ON MAIN, SORRY Y'ALL!!

[bear-cubs-art-things]

I shit you not working on Aziraphales hair and making it better came to me in a dream

[jellyloveru]

i will not die during his regime.

[davy-zeppeli]

my photo gallery atm:

Art References 90 pictures

Tumblr 70 pictures

Favourite Photos 63 pictures

Mike 1521 pictures

PicsArt 128

someone who is good at photo organisation please help me sort this. my gallery is dying

[mchiti]

also some of them came with their families but some others came alone (non-accompanied minors...literal kids...travelling all the way to europe...the west will answer on this sooner or later). those who came here alone (unaccompanied minors usually come from sub-saharan africa):

dream: going to france

interests: living in france, football, mbappé

[the-name-was-lost]

I feel this. The things I consume are often heartbreaking, terrifying, painful, and/or rage inducing. I like them though, and the fact that they have things that could trigger someone is not a reason for me not to like them. It is more important to engage with media critically than to stop everything problematic immediately without understanding why.

whenever someone is like “[X] is so good but you can’t just recommend it casually bc it has every trigger warning under the sun” that in itself is a recommendation. all the truly good shit needs a minimum of 5 disclaimers or it can’t possibly reach the level of visceral catharsis necessary to be classified as a masterpiece. the funnier variant of this is when you come across a callout post for a piece of media that ends up reading like a recommendation instead

[mayhemchicken-artblog]

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

EDIT: reblogs are STAYING OFF. op was right and correct and i have never regretted making a post as much as this one. if you want to reblog my art you can reblog something else from my blog. or commission me, lord knows i deserve financial compensation for the nightmare this post has put me through

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[ihaveatypeanditstrickstergods]

One of my favorite D&D gags that I ever came up with is part of a oneshot I've run a few times where the party is hired by a young wizard to help clear out a few active security measures in a tower that the wizard inherited from her old teacher.

The first obstacle to be cleared is the re-animated skeletons that the old wizard was using for gardening help. It's a pretty straightforward fight, but during the encounter, players may notice one particular raised bed of herbs that is set back in a corner of the garden by itself.

Upon further investigation, this one raised bed is absolutely shining with magical protections. There are runes carved into the wood of the bed, gemstones inlaid in the top of it, this bed is absolutely protected out the ass... and an arcana check shows that the protections are all pointed inward, attempting to keep what's in there from getting out.

What's growing in that raised bed, you may ask? What is so dangerous that the old wizard felt the need to place all these protections?

Mint.

[marypsue]

Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.

All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.

[brinnanza]

ceo of united healthcare i hope you die I hope you die I hope you die screaming and soaked in piss I hope you step on a lego I truly wish you the most pain it is possible to survive at irregular intervals to prevent numbness or getting used to it

i need to replace my iud and I'm going to commit a felony murder or arson

[xamitras]

For many of years I had this tradition of drawing Wirt and the beast once a year to see how much I have improved, then depression hit in 2023 and couldn't continue, but it left so really amazing art in the process