"you Shouldn't Bite The Hand That Feeds You" If You Insist On Treating Me Like A Beast Then You Can't

"Do you want a boyfriend/girlfriend?" no i want a best friend/roommate/soulmate that I can go on silly adventures with and hang out with and have deep intellectual discussions with and we can be life partners without any of the romance stuff

i wanted to draw batman's fresh as fuck look, but robin totally stole the show.

this post is about him now

So I'm of the belief that one of the finest things in life is a well loved book. A book with yellowed pages and a weathered spine, clear water/tea/coffee damage... That comes with time.

Usually you have to get those books firsthand and weather them down to that point yourself, or possibly find it at a library sale or a garage sale.

But occasionally. Occasionally someone will see you reading a book and say "I have something for you" before handing you something so rare, so important.

A book. A book with bent corners and crinkled pages from getting wet one too many times. A book that has creases in the spine and the cover from where its been bent over and over again.

That kind of book is special. The kind of book that has been loved and been passed along with intention, not just happenstance, a knowledge that the one being gifted it will love it just as much.

Those kinds of books mean something.

I know i’m functionally a gay DARE officer at this point but I do in fact feel some sort of way about Cocaine being back in vogue. Surely I sound like a square + narc and I’ll concede ok do whatever you want, nobody can materially stop another person from using drugs if they really want to 🤷🏻 I don’t really care that it’s hip to do party drugs, moreso I want to articulate a general level of caution and concern that I never see a sidecar of harm reduction and safe using practices along with the commonplace clips of people straight up snorting coke I’ve seen for “brat summer!!!1!!”

You 🫵 are not immune to ingesting fentanyl or any number of other additives. Do you think drugs at the gay club are different than the drugs people are taking under bridges and in gutters? I promise they’re not! So if you want to use drugs and continue being alive, do your part to be safe. Protecting yourself protects others and your community.

Do not accept drugs from strangers. Test your drugs with fentanyl test strips. Carry narcan and know how to administer it. Never use alone. Have an exit strategy if you’re using drugs in a public space. Know the contact information for your local harm reduction groups, overdose emergency hotline, and if you need/want it, addiction treatment orgs. This is all the bare minimum for community care if you intend to be out in the world using drugs. Mainly I encourage you all to be buzzkills if it means you don’t have to die of an accidental overdose. Overdose is the leading cause of death for Americans under 40. I have a whole lot of social workers in my network and however bad you think the synthetic opioid crisis is, it’s worse. The war stories I’ve heard from my people on the ground are… The shit of nightmares. Don’t let it be you or anybody you love.

If you live in the state of Georgia, DM me for a longer list of resources.

Fentanyl information (harm reduction.org)

Get Narcan

How to use fentanyl test strips

Call 311 to find out where to get Narcan in your community at no cost to you

one of the cited threats of another Trump presidency is that more people will feel safe to be openly racist and its crazy that libs are proving this fear to be completely correct by personally sending death threats and deportation fantasies to racial minorities online for saying they don’t support genocide

It actually makes a lot of sense that Bruce was one of the few people left standing in the crowd at Haly’s Circus when Dick’s parents died.

Watching two innocent people plummet to their deaths is gruesome. It’s shocking. It can be horribly traumatic, depending on the blunt force trauma of hitting the ground. They might not have died right away. They might have bled and made awful noises that were heard even above the sounds of the crowd.

But Bruce is Batman. Bruce saw his parents get murdered right in front of him. And he knows the sounds and sights of someone dying. He’s hardened himself to stay calm in a situation like that, both through trauma and practice.

I think the image of a young Dick Grayson making eye contact with the one unshaken person in the crowd is chilling. A man standing resolute when everyone else is screaming, sadness etched across his face. But not panic. Not confusion. Resignation, maybe.

i must ask you reblog this so said beast, you know. actually has attributes also ping me or something if you draw it i want to see.

i love fur, i love leather, i love wool, i love long lasting materials without plastic in them that will decompose and go back into the ecosystem after serving me well for several decades.

Actually, people are good by nature and you’re a fool if you think otherwise.

Fun fact: even moving out of an objectively harmful environment is scary. Change is scary. I can't really neatly define what I'm feeling as depression, but there's something that has me pausing before I enter my room because of just how empty it is. More and more my parents are getting used to the idea that I'll be gone; I guess I ensured that by picking up a house sitting job and staying weekends elsewhere so I could get to work on time, but still.

I get my new key on Thursday.

I'm excited to have freedom and be able to exist without having eggshells under my feet, but it's also so terrifying. I haven't been able to get out of bed on days I don't have work, just because there's no schedule, no one to enforce it. What am I supposed to do?

It'll all be OK, eventually, but right now it's a lot for me.

Here's to freedom, let's pour one out for childhood.