Already seeing people on tiktok saying “I still hate trump but he ate with this one” like … babes … you just got propagandized … that’s literally exactly what he created this situation in the hopes you would say …
biggest reason i make so many flop posts on here is because everything i do reeks of the desperation to make a popular tumblr post. this is deliberate, because it is what protects me from ACTUALLY making a popular tumblr post. so long as i crave it, tumblr fame will never find me. it is only when i turn away, and accept my fate of obscurity, that people will lay their eyes upon me. and it WILL be because i tripped and fell on my stupid face while i was turning
time for people to do the funniest thing ever
Do not.
i'll acknowledge valentine's day with this shrimp. cause i made it today. on valentine's day.
the shimp got too much attention and now there are transphobes in my notes, this is a transgender blog run by a transgender dyke. fuckers.
Reblog this loby when they least expect it.
new boycott infographic posted by bds today
ALTkeep in mind that this list isn't exhaustive; it's only listing US-based companies
I see way too many posts about being really affectionate with your friends and if you aren't hugging and kissing your friends then you don't really have friends and you should be in love with your friends a little bit and it annoys me so here's a post that shouts out non-affectionate friends. shoutout to the people who don't like affection or hugging or being super gushy with each other but still love and appreciate their friends dearly. shoutout to the people who find it really hard to be emotionally vulnerable and sweet but are still always there for you in a crisis. shoutout to people who don't have to be hugging you constantly to prove that they care about you
#ah we’ve done it again haven’t we#there’s this thing (in general but it’s very prominent on tumblr)#where people kinda overcorrect#i have a sneaking suspicion that this wave was in response to the whole#‘friends don’t do that’ thing where people insisted it had to be romantic#and then they took it too far in the other direction and went#‘actually if you’re not kissing your friends what ARE you doing?’#when the point should really be… self determination of relationships#that platonic relationships can look all kinds of ways#not making a new box to stuff ALL platonic relationships into/new standards to meet#hope this wasn’t derailing#just thinking out loud#because this cycle happens a lot here get peer-reviewed Fanby
Talking about the literacy crisis among men with other men is like eating a bowl of thumbtacks. Oh, so you recognize that the problem is that men don't like to read fiction anymore because it's seen as feminine and gay, and you think the solution is for publishers to stop meeting the demand currently being driven by women (the people reading fiction the most) rather than tell your sons and nephews that reading fiction isn't, in fact, gay.
And also that there is nothing lesser about being either gay or feminine.
It ain't drag queens harassing children. If you actually care about the wellbeing of children, direct your "stay away from children" demands at ICE, not at drag queens.
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
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In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.
I kept it in a terrarium and it became a normal 🐸 despite everything. About a year afterward (I thought) it died, so I sadly put it in a shoebox in the shed until the ground thawed enough for a proper funeral but when that day came I opened the box and the frog was fine.
This is funnier than anything I have ever said.
This post is to Easter what a Geiger counter is to radiation.
I see it’s *looks at smudged writing on hand* Lent again.
