#mans is going through it

[willowedspirits]

“Is it me?”

[tsukana]

[agirlking]

I caught Armand and Louis trying to convince Daniel that Dreamstat was truly Lestat. Which Daniel knows isn't true, Louis mentioned Lestat couldn't read his mind after turning him, but unfortunately Daniel was trying not to have a mental break down this episode.

[theautotrophic]

Show biz producer Vox who knew that he was queer when he was alive and frequented underground gay bars and fucking hated the Hays Code but would probably sell out any other queer person for one(1) singular corn chip if it meant furthering his career because "That's just show biz baby ;)"

Vox who hid his identity as a trans man and went through his life passing as a cis man and who told himself that it was just to have a chance at a better career but who always knew that he was really lying to himself

Vox who still had so much internalized biphobia and transphobia after he died, who thought he had to "pick a side" and that if he liked men he must be faking his attraction to women and who hated the fact that he liked men because he felt like it made him less of a man and who was still heavily repressed

Demiromantic aspec Vox with internalized aphobia because he thought that not wanting to fuck everything that moved made him less of a man

Vox who met Alastor and formed such an intimate connection with him and who finally let himself truly fall for a man without shame or guilt and then it turned out horribly (whether or not if their fall out had anything to do with Vox's feelings or if they ever actually got together)

Vox who, for as much of a show as he puts on, hates himself hates himself hates himself

[agoldengalaxy]

the seth missions, aka john marston having a terrible time

[clownsuu]

God I love the insane amounts of d r i p Stanley just casually wears

[stil-lindigo]

frankly, the people whose kneejerk reaction to bisan asking for a global strike form the 21st-28th is to say that it takes years to organize a general strike are really unhelpful! no one is saying otherwise, but palestine will be a smoking crater if we all wait for years to do anything - bisan is asking us to do something now. Like are we only supposed to do something if we can do it perfectly??? At some point it’s a valid critique about the work that goes into social movement, and at another point I feel like some people are just trying to absolve themselves from not putting any effort into observing a week of economic inaction.

like idk! I get it, okay! People have bills to pay that don’t magically go away for a strike, we don’t have nearly enough social infrastructure in place to support people to fully stop going to work for a week. But fuck, dude! Stop immediately responding in such a defeatist way! Cut out unnecessary purchases! Try to shop local! Put more effort into promoting Palestinian voices online! Attend a protest, call a local rep, do something!

[noodles-and-tea]

Who’s your favorite gravity falls character?

THIS GUY

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

HOT, SINGLE, UNSTUDIED SPONGES. 3000 NAUTICAL MILES AWAY. Come sail the distance and read Tiger Tiger!

[kendyroy]

I love how we can pretty much call this Logan “Wade’s Logan”

That’s HIS man. No one else’s. That’s his little honey badger. That’s his big boy. That’s his peanut. That’s his Wolverine.

He actually adopted this guy into his family and now he’s gonna be his for the rest of their never-ending lives.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

I think I made some of you guys a little sad with my last post, so you can have some happy aftermath twins before part 2, as a treat ❤️

[egophiliac]

queen of diamonds, upright + reversed 💎

I've redone this like eighty times, I have to just be done with it now and stop staring at all my mistakes oh no 🫠

[bixels]

I watched Starship Troopers tonight.

[chloesimaginationthings]

This is basically Michael in FNAF Sister location,,

[extravagav]

Too🤨 many?? Too🤨🤨🤨 many dudes????? How many dudes are there normally sanji?🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

[faeriekit]

I think Alfred needs his own prompt 👻(dp x dc)

Alfred had died.

(It was a bit of a waste of time— he'd been scheduled to get the boys to and from their suit fitting at this time. Now here he was; languishing. Murdered. Sulking, even.)

(How frivolous.)

As a busy man with children (an adult child) to care for, a house to maintain, and a budget to supervise, Alfred's main goal was to return to Earth, obviously. If he left Master Bruce in charge of the dusting, the man would absolutely let the unused parts of the house go into disrepair. Too impatient, his ex-ward was.

The only problem was that in this green, nebulous, and gravity-free afterlife, there seemed to be only one way out— navigating through the individual worlds that the denizens of this world have molded around themselves, until he finds a being willing to grant his wish to return.

Alfred sighed, checked for the pistol at his hip and the rifle on his back, and marched straight upwards. Or. Well. Downwards. Actually... Never mind.