#call their bullshit out

[janesurlife]

was reading some articles about red bull situation and it was funny to see almost all of them explain RB's decision of not promoting yuki with some vague sentences like 'he did everything right, we just don't understand why red bull didn't promote him, it's such a mystery " BABE IT'S RACISM, you can say the word... it's ok, no one will cancel you.

[smalldicksantiago]

armand: i could not prevent it

ⓘ Fact check: Armand could have prevented it.

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[suddenly-frankenstein]

uhmhmhmmm just occasional thoughts about Daniel's interaction with Marius

[choccy-milky]

ty to @icedmatchawoatmilk13 for sending this to me! i may have gone a bit overboard but this was so much fun to fill out/think about BAHAHA💖 ill still never get over how perfect the song sarah smiles is for them...the lyrics AND the fact that its an alliteration...im gonna do an animatic about seb and clora to that song one day i swear 😩 ((blank template by oakwolves!))

[sehetep-shenwer]

Repeat after me:

AI art is NOT devotional art

AI is not witchcraft

[bonefall]

Anyway. Bi and Mspec Lesbians aren't a hotly "debated" topic or even new to queer culture, it's just the newest thing that bullies who REALLY want to be homophobic and even racist use to justify harassing gay people they don't like.

It's the thinnest possible veneer of progressive language wrapped around TERF and reactionary rhetoric so that they can feel righteous for forming an angry mob against vulnerable targets. If you're gullible enough to fall for the newest wave of bigotry within the queer community, and turn on your allies because they're "confusing" or "invading your spaces," the SAME way they turned on bi/pan labels, trans people, xenogenders, neopronouns, and aroace people before this, then get lost.

[mayhasopinions]

this line fucking hit. but it's true.

queer people for years, centuries, have been oppressed for being their most authentic selves, by the people who call themselves heroes and us the monsters, even nowadays with the most recent law for allowing discrimination against queer people in America. They call themselves the good guys, the saviours, the ones completely in the right and justified for hating against people just trying to live their lives. And apparently we're supposed to be the bad guys in this story.

i'm so glad that this movie came out when it did, the world really needs it.

[duckchaw]

Girlboss Crystal

[autumnrory]

She's often accused of playing the victim, that's a big line in like the Kanye stuff, and so on, like she's self-victimizing. But to me, what's actually kind of interesting, and it's almost an artistic flaw of hers, is that she is unable to be the victim. Like, in Dear John, which is one of her best songs, she has that, you burned all the other girls you date out, but not me, I got your matches before you could burn me. And so like, she actually doesn't play the victim, she's just kind of honest. Like, if somebody releases a music video of you with like, a giant nude wax Taylor doll, she'll be like, that's kind of revenge porn and I don't like it. That's just hitting back, right? So like, what actually irritates people about her is her refusal to be the victim of a situation, but like, they call it playing the victim.

B.D. McClay, Know Your Enemy: Taylor Swift Derangement Syndrome

[the-palelady]

kind of a continuation to this because i am constantly thinking of simon being so soft with his partner.

i know people enjoy the rougher sides of intimacy, and surely there are times when simon loves that side as well, but with you he can't help but cradle you in the palm of his hand.

the sugary sweet whines and gasps that pass through your lips when he ruts up into you, your back pressed flush against the shower wall. your hair is sticking to your skin, damp with water or perspiration. you can't even tell the difference anymore. he's had you like this for so long, taking his time with you, worshipping you, whispering filthy words of praise into the crook of your neck as he presses his hips up, up, and up...

when he comes home from work, the remnants of blood and war staining his skin, you encourage him to lie back in bed for you.

"let me take care of you, si."

but that quickly turns into you on your back, legs hung up on his broad shoulders. you arch up from the silk sheets, palm pressed against the crown of his head. you try in vain to push him away, his tongue assaulting your overly sensitive bud in such a leisurely manner. he's snapped that band that still sits tight in your core so many times you've lost count.

or there are nights when he wakes up from a nightmare. he turns to check up on you. always.

your hair fans out around you across the pillow, knotted in places, a few strands sticking to your drool covered lips. the blanket is bunched up around your waist, t-shirt drifting up your torso to expose the softness of your stomach.

the storm that raged in his mind just moments ago all but ceases, waves no longer thrashing angrily, fat droplets of rain and fog no longer obscuring his vision. all he sees is you as he presses his lips against the dip of your hip, kissing one then moving to the other.

simon kisses every inch of you, covering you in the scent of tobacco and his body wash. scarred hands find the arch of your back when his lips trail up the line of your sternum, chapped lips dragging along skin that's so sweet he knows the dentist might find a few cavities the next time he goes.

when he reaches your tired face, eyes barely cracking open to meet his amber irises, he sees the confusion and concern. a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he whispers a quiet, "s'nothin', love," and you hum, relaxing in his protective grip.

i love you was a strangled series of syllables that simon never found himself capable of uttering. he wished deep in his heart that he could say those three simple words to you, but they never came.

so he instead would paint each letter, line and loop, one by one against the delicate flesh of your body with his lips until it was embedded in the furthest depths of your brain.

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

can’t stop thinking about dorian being jealous of beau. imagine the gay man you’re in love with starts talking to a married lesbian about her workout routine and your first thought is wait no he has to know that i’m ripped too!!

[stonesparrow]

[dapandabanda]

fwoo

[bame-the-3d]

„I think so highly of you, I didn’t realize you thought so low of me“

Oh my god SHUT UP

[dudedidujust]

AU where it's Stan not Ford that almost gets accepted to great college for like a football deal or something. But Ford messes it up by accidentally, I don't know, tripping Stan up and spraining his leg so he can't play his match

Same thing but reversed where their dad gets furious and kicks Ford out. Except there is no universe where Stanley Pines would ever abandon his brother so he leaves with him. And it's just them surviving. They still end up at gravity falls, though this time they're together.