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me and stevo talk about the commodification of alternative crowds

no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak

go white boy goooo

hey if you're trans in the us i love you. hey if you're queer in the us i love you. hey if you're a person of color in the us i love you. hey if you're a woman in the us i love you. hey if you're disabled in the us i love you. i love you i love you i love you

A Day at the Dyke March (2004)

This is definitely how it went down

if you're on instagram get off that thing and go outside

if you're on tumblr hold fast and keep scrolling soldier

comfort abbacchio drabble cuz i'm sad and lonely :(

Abbachio didn't love easily, he had convinced himself he didn't need anyone else but himself. Yet here he was, letting you run your hands through his bleach fried hair, a classical music album providing a calm ambience as you two cuddled in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor of your apartment. His eyes were closed, simply resting in the moment, no real thoughts crossing his mind, perhaps because of the immense amounts of wine you two had drunk throughout your ‘sleepover’ of sorts, or maybe he was just so calm he had surpassed the need for consciousness. You mused these thoughts out loud to your boyfriend, weaving a simple braid into his silver locks.

“Nope both are wrong, i'm just so horribly bored I can't think anymore” He jokes, you knew that, you two hand bonded over your similar dry sarcasm.

“Or maybe you love me so much you can't think of anything but me” 

You could see him roll his eyes behind his eyelids, but you also didn't miss the slightest tinge of pink gracing cheeks. Slowly your hand moved his head off your lap, earning you a grumpy grumble from the man, as for you to lay next to his, closing your eyes you moved your body closer to his. This, you suppose, is what heaven feels like, simple contentment and love, Nothing fancy, just your boyfriend planting a light kiss on your forehead as you drifted to dreamland.

“Love you Leone”

sry this is kinda rushed, just wanted to wright smth to make myself feel better

fun fact of the post: im a touchstarved bitch. ;-;