The thing about reclaiming slurs is that once you've been affectionally called 'faggot' by friends, loved ones, and amiable fellows on the internet for long enough, you almost forget that it means something else to people who hate you.
Honestly at this point if a stranger on the street yelled "hey faggot!" after me, I'd probably turn around like "what?" like they'd just casually called me by name, and they were only trying to get my attention because they wanted to tell me something, before processing that they're being hostile.
(Dom)estic Maria I guess?
just the prompt cause I don't feel like drawing
the horrors persist but my friends write beautiful fanfic
Mi versión de Miku Malagueña (y Cenachera)
Amante de los camperos y del cartojal cuando se va a la feria en Agosto. Olé, esa boquerona!
Homenaje a la figura más emblemática de la ciudad junto el biznaguero o el boquerón, el cenachero, un vendedor de pescado del siglo XX.
that’s how the other avengers find em half the time in the tower (there are blankets) og tweet under cut
If my ocs were real and I walked into a room with all of them I'd immediately get jumped
i like how ever since 2012 we’ve all decided that clint barton’s default state is looking like he just got the shit beaten out of him
they should invent a grief that doesn’t define you in new and strange ways for the rest of your life