#gay site

[ghostieking]

gonzo, the pride raccoon is now available in all these flag variations over at my redbubble shop

art by ghostieking

[ryan-is-a-god]

What have I done to summon all the straight kink posts to my for you page. Some blog or post contained a curse and I was careless to think I'd escape it. Now I prepare a ritual to cleanse my feed.

[gaywebcorenostalgia]

2000

[evilgoodguys]

try to forget.

[quercus-queer]

Small collection of The Chicago Rat Hole saga

[skyburger]

do they celebrate pride month on teo

[inkskinned]

love when men cry about body hair bc "it's hygiene" and yet 15% of cis men leave the bathroom without washing their hands at all and an additional 35% only just wet their hands without using soap. that is nearly half of all men. that means statistically you have probably shaken hands with or been in direct contact with one of these people.

love when men say that women "only want money" when it turns out that even in equal-earning homes, women are actually adding caregiver burdens and housework from previous years, whereas men have been expanding leisure time and hobbies. in equal-earning households, men spend an average of 3.5 hours extra in leisure time per week, which is 182 hours per year - a little over a week of paid vacation time that the other partner does not receive. kinda sounds like he wants her money.

love that men have decided women are frail and weak and annoying when we scream in surprise but it turns out it's actually women who are more reliable in an emergency because men need to be convinced to actually take action and respond to the threat. like, actually, for-real: men experience such a strong sense of pride about their pre-supposed abilities that it gets them and their families killed. they are so used to dismissing women that it literally kills them.

love it. told my father this and he said there's lies, damned lies, and statistics. a year ago i tried to get him to evacuate the house during a flash flood. he ignored me and got injured. he has told me, laughing, that he never washes his hands. he has said in the last week that women are just happier when we're cooking or cleaning.

maybe i'm overly nostalgic. but it didn't used to feel so fucking bleak. it used to feel like at least a little shameful to consider women to be sheep. it just feels like the earth is round and we are still having conversations about it being flat - except these conversations are about the most obvious forms of patriarchy. like, we know about this stuff. we've known since well before the 50's.

recently andrew tate tried to justify cheating on his partner as being the "male prerogative." i don't know what the prerogative for the rest of us would be. just sitting at home, watching the slow erosion of our humanity.

[wolfiemun-official]

Shadowheart got tuckered out while repairing the farm

Not to fear! Lae'zel and her red hen, Quiche, will make sure she's safe while she sleeps 🐤

[phanyaoi]

OH NOW HES REBLOGGING IT?? theyre 100% laughing at us.

[mrrwsoup]

metalhead rat tease

[ghostieking]

this site is so fucking gay

[fell-contract]

I promise I’ll behave this time 🥺

[biophonies]

a story for pride I've been sitting on for way too long. a reminder to both myself & you all that I do in fact still make comics outside of books, haha.

this is half of it... read the rest for free on my website~

newsletter, patreon, ig, bluesky

[adobe-outdesign]

Apparently everyone was so busy freaking out over the traditional Japanese folklore documents from the leak that they missed this very cute story about Wurmple so here you go, enjoy (Source: The Cutting Room Floor)

Theme: The Strength of Bonds Formed from Changes Brought about by Friends In a quiet field, hidden in the long grass underneath the shade of the old trees, there was a Wurmple gazing at a Burmy from afar. The Burmy clung to a tree branch, swaying in the gentle breeze, and had a body covered in leaves and branches. To the Wurmple, the Burmy was perfect - a calm and beautiful being. The two of them spent every day together. While crawling in between the branches, the Wurmple always nestled close beside the Burmy; while the Burmy slowly moved from branch to branch, it never strayed too far. The two of them would eat the same leaves and basked in the sunlight together every day. The happiness the Wurmple felt during these days and the specialness of their bond was something it believed would never change. The Burmy was also content just being by the Wurmple’s side. Having it as a friend was good enough. However, suddenly one day, the Burmy disappeared. It wasn’t at the typical spots in the tree it would usually be - it had completely vanished. The Wurmple hurriedly searched around the tree to check if it had fallen down, or evidence of it having been attacked, but there was nothing. The Burmy really had vanished. The Wurmple was at a loss, overwhelmed by this sudden change. The Burmy it had loved before was no longer there. The Wurmple, stricken with sorrow, soon evolved into a Cascoon. Even then, underneath the tree where the two of them had once spent their time together, the Cascoon was sinking deeper into sadness. One day, the sound of wings broke the silence. Under normal circumstances, the Cascoon would have been on alert. If a bird Pokemon wanted the tree, the Cascoon would give the tree up to it. If it tried to eat the Cascoon, it also would not care. Now that the Burmy was gone, there was no meaning to the Cascoon’s life. The wings eventually lowered down next to the Cascoon. The sound of the strong gusts shook the grass. When the Cascoon turned to face it, what was there was not a bird or a predator. It was a Mothim. The Burmy hadn’t vanished. It had evolved. It hadn’t become a Wormadam, but a Mothim. The Cascoon was overjoyed, and began to glow once again. This time its evolution didn’t come from sorrow, but from happiness. Whether the Burmy was a Wormadam or a Mothim was irrelevant. The important thing was that it was there. When the Cascoon finally evolved into a Dustox, it stretched out its wings for the first time. Although it was trembling, it felt determined to try flying. The Mothim hovered right beside the Dustox and tried to help with its flight. Although the Dustox’s balance was shaky, it eventually learned the technique to soar in the sky. The two of them flew around above the trees, no longer bound by old expectations; as though they were being carried by the bond that had continued after overcoming their change into their new forms, they joyfully flew away.

[laniidae-passerine]

positively obsessed with how Rockstar Lestat is the exact kind of guy one of my friends would show me a picture of and swear he’s really sexy and cool and brilliant. Whole time I’m thinking “oh dear GOD” staring at a trainwreck weirdo and wondering what’s happened to everybody else that is absolutely missing me. jesus christ he’s blond

[monasdiabolica]

Coveted