when I was a baby-queer, I fell prey to the trap of not respecting queer people who “make being queer their whole identity” and then I fucking grew up and discovered not only how much more complicated being queer is than I thought when I was 15, but also how much more joyful and beautiful life can be when you embrace yourself so fully and show the world all of the important parts of yourself, no matter what those parts might be.

cringe culture is dead and there’s no room for shame in this house. be unabashedly queer for yourself and for others. happy pride, motherfuckers.

augustdementhe:

IT’S GLASS.

This is “Arras”, by Mark Lewanski, and the medium is G L A S S.

Just incredible.

notcaptainjack:

ladyoftheharbour:

ladyoftheharbour:

that picture of the little boy holding a puppy and smiling with the writing on the bottom that says hi daddy this is my doggy chelsea isn’t she cute i love you and the picture of the cat with the writing that says our michael… pet photos of all time

these ones

depsidase:

capnsoapy:

smolbluegoblin:

capnsoapy:

totally-lyrical:

capnsoapy:

capnsoapy:

grumpy-bat-central:

capnsoapy:

the-drunk-game-master-deactivat:

capnsoapy:

do you think that a certain genre of queer person is so obsessively weird about pride flag discourse becuase their flags fill the gaping hole in their personality where a hogwarts house used to be

I suppose? You can just replace that with what kind of bender tribe you’d be, or if you’re a Jedi or a Sith.

Personally I don’t want to have my personality defined by any commercial property for preteens because I have a three-dimensional sense of self,

I’ll do you one better, identify with your choice of lightsaber color and form you’d use~!

Personally I don’t want to have my personality defined by any commercial property for preteens because I have a three-dimensional sense of self,

Personally I don’t want to have my personality defined by any commercial property for preteens because I have a three-dimensional sense of self,

ok but power rangers are dope as hell and also are FREE to watch on youtube so tag yrself im light blue

Personally I don’t want to have my personality defined by any commercial property for preteens because I have a three-dimensional sense of self,

tumblr user capnsoapy

Personally I don’t want to have my eternal punishment defined by any futile boulders for kings because I have a three-dimensional sense of eternal torment,

red-twist:

escuerzoresucitado:

I feel like the audience of the first moving picture

marlynnofmany:

tooies:

when a pelican bites you there’s no malice in their eyes. they aren’t upset at you. they are just hungry and want to see if you fit in their mouths. and if you don’t then it’s no problem and everything is fine. and if you do then well i guess your fate is sealed but that’s ok it’s a beautiful animal

Okay, see, I knew about the capybara gif:

But I didn’t know that they really are That Dense, All The Time. The same way sharks will bite anything that might be a seal, just in case, these birdbrains will apparently test just about anything for beak size. 

Behold a short list of bad ideas:

Human foot is not food, bird.

That is clearly bigger than your entire body.

…You do know what a bear cub is, right? Right??

That is a BICYCLE SEAT.

That’s it; arrested for bird crimes.

bettedavisgf:

this is frying me so bad

alivehouse:

what do you mean you havent used mindfulness techniques to accept the state of the torture labyrinth as is yet. its like youre not even trying

ashblossomandjoyousspring:

aurpiment:

ptstd:

butch-himbo-king-deactivated202:

brazybunny:

Okay ms.rona wrap it up hoe

Happy okay ms.rona wrap it up hoe sunday

Happy okay ms.Rona wrap it up hoe Monday (2022)

I’ve queued this up a year in advance for ms. Rona wrap it up hoe Tuesday 2023 and I swear to god if things aren’t better by now

bovineblogger:

mushroom-soup-is-my-religion:

bovineblogger:

kcrossvine:

bovineblogger:

can you guys watch my squab for me im gonna go on my smoko

baby need smoko

BABY DOES NOT NEED SMOKO

New pin

WHAT THE FUCK

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

romanceyourdemons:

first day as a second century warlord i have my men tie branches to their horses’ tails to stir up dust and make it look like there’s a lot of us but i forget it just rained so there isn’t any dust and the enemy can clearly see there’s like twenty of us all spread out in a line

second day as a second century warlord i bribe a bunch of kids to start singing a nursery rhyme i carefully crafted to spread misinformation and further my strategic ends but they change the lyrics to be about poop and the enemy isn’t misdirected at all

third day as a second century warlord i lure my enemy into a narrow valley and send a team of archers to shoot them from the high ground but there was a feral hog napping on the trail up to the overlook and they couldn’t decide whether to try and shoot it or just go around and by the time the hog woke up and left on its own the enemy had already passed safely below

fourth day as a second century warlord we attempt to join a battle on the side of the guy we want to ally with but he and the guy he’s fighting have really similar names and it’s finally dusty and i misread the standards and attack the wrong guy. so now we’re stuck with this total loser of a liege lord, because how the fuck do you explain that after a battle?

fifth day as a second century warlord and some sort of wizard wanders into camp, my loser liege lord wants to execute him for being a wizard but i convince him to let the wizard stay, because i want to do more weather-based strategies and i’m pretty sure having a camp wizard can help with that. after the welcome to the team banquet the wizard steals half the treasury and my liege lord’s wife and leaves

sixth day as a second century warlord my loser liege lord sends me to reinforce a city he’s taken, but in the confusion of leaving i forgot to take the token that would have gotten us into the city, so my men have to wait outside the city walls for like eight hours while i ride back to get it

seventh day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord finally joins me in the city, it turns out he’s actually a pretty cool guy, and he isn’t even that mad at me for letting the wizard steal his wife. i decide to shoot my shot but i’m really nervous and keep on stalling because what if i mess up our relationship and by extension jeopardize the security of my men, and eventually he just says goodnight and goes back to his room, where an assassin is in the process of setting up to kill him

eighth day as a second century warlord and my loser liege lord tells me to fake defect to his rival warlord, the one i originally wanted to ally with, to find out if he was the one who sent the assassin and why. but my whole way over to the rival warlord i’m worried that this has something to do with the wizard thing or how awkward i made it last night

ninth day as a second century warlord i try to tactfully ask my fake liege lord if he sent the assassin to kill my loser liege lord and it turns out the idea of using assassins never occurred to him, but now that i’ve suggested it he’s really into it. in order to save my loser liege lord i volunteer to be the one to kill him

tenth day as a second century warlord on my way back to my loser liege lord’s city i realize i won’t be able to collect my men from my fake liege lord until i bring back my loser liege lord’s head. this would have been a great thing to think of before i got myself in this situation. i go back to my loser liege lord and ask him to rescue my men, and he tells me that if he could sack my fake liege lord’s camp he already would have. that doesn’t change the fact that my men are still trapped. they’re prisoners, even. i go back to my room to sulk

eleventh day as a second century warlord i find a little caged pigeon in the rafters of my loser liege lord’s room and deduce it belonged to the assassin. without asking permission or telling my loser liege lord goodbye i let the pigeon loose and follow it north. don’t ask what i was doing in my loser liege lord’s room. it’s not important

twelfth day as a second century warlord i disguise myself as a wizard and enter the camp of the coalition leader the pigeon led me to. in the middle of my little sleight of hand performance i make eye contact with the coalition leader’s second-in-command. IT’S THE WIZARD THAT STOLE MY LOSER LIEGE LORD’S WIFE. after the banquet i corner the fake wizard and ask him what the fuck is going on and he just says “wouldn’t you like to know” and leaves. i don’t know what to say to that so i just let him go

thirteenth day as a second century warlord i’m honestly so sick of not knowing what’s going on, so i adjust my wizard costume to passably disguise myself as a woman and break into the women’s area of the camp, where sure enough my loser liege lord’s wife is. i ask her what she’s doing here and she tells me the fake wizard overheard her singing a poem she overheard on the street, not knowing it contains the coalition leader’s formation’s weaknesses. the fake wizard kidnapped her and assigned an assassin to kill her husband before they figured out the poem’s significance. she shares the first couplet with me but i’m discovered and thrown out before she can share any more. she doesn’t need to. through a bizarre coincidence of homophones, it’s the poop version of my misinformation nursery rhyme

fourteenth day as a second century warlord i go back to my loser liege lord and tell him everything, urging him to join with my fake liege lord to attack the coalition leader according to the weaknesses in the nursery rhyme. he tells me frankly that he doesn’t trust me anymore. i ask him to execute me if that’s really true, because i can’t bear to live if i can’t protect him and i can’t protect my men. he agrees to attack the coalition leader

fifteenth day as a second century warlord. due to the information in the nursery rhyme, and thanks to my loser liege lord reminding me of the weather conditions multiple times while planning our battle strategy, our alliance carries the day. my loser liege lord gets his wife back. my men tell me that our fake liege lord actually treated them really well and they’d like to stay with him if i don’t mind. i do mind, now that neither the men i love nor the man i love have any use for me, but i don’t tell them that

sixteenth day as a second century warlord i’m preparing to leave to i don’t know where, maybe to try to become a wizard for real, when my loser liege lord stops me and asks me where i’m going. he says he had hoped i would continue to work as his advisor. i was unaware i was his advisor in the first place. i agree, and he tells me he’s truly honored to have me in his service at last. he has known i am a rare and talented man with a strategic intelligence far above his ever since the day he witnessed me tying branches to my horses’ tails in six inches of mud, and could not for the life of him figure out why

engelsca:

gothlovingoth:

ralfmaximus:

saxifraga-x-urbium:

The note inside a bullet.

B-17 bomber is riddled with German anti-aircraft fire but miraculously survives. Later they discover the explosive shells were all inert; sabotaged by Nazi slaves working in armament factories.

Inside one empty shell is a written note: it’s all we can do for you now.

The most important part of all this is that these small acts of bravery and noncompliance cannot be known as long as the enemy still stands, and might never be known. Just because it doesn’t seem like anyone is doing anything doesn’t mean it’s true. The best malicious compliance or subtle sabotage is the one that’s never detected, but makes ravages nonetheless.