2024 RISK map for transgender people in the us
It’s happened a good few times where I’ll sit there and muse on life and love and wonder if any of it holds meaning or if love is even real. But stuff like this reminds me that even if I can’t see it, the world is brimming with love in its many forms.
lately i’ve been thinking abt how love maybe doesn’t exist. like,,, people pretend to be in love to feel better about themselves.
then i remembered that philza minecraft said he doesn’t regret dying to the baby zombie in his hardcore world because it gave him enough exposure to bring kristin to him so they could get married
then i kept thinking, about tommy and tubbo planning on moving in together after tommy graduates
sapnap, dream and george planning on moving in together when they’re able
ranboo donating over $100k to the trevor project for his cousin
dream wanting to wait to face reveal until he’s with george
wilbur calling tommy his best friend
wilbur helping tommy ‘break into his office’ for his vlog
wilbur getting out of bed just to talk to tommyinnit
karl, george, sapnap, dream and quackity falling asleep over a vc call
ranboo making sure to warn his chat about jump scares, flashing lights, and potential triggers
maybe love isnt dead
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Pink to blue means I love you!
I finally drew this stinky bastard man. I’ve always imagined him as a short, skinny, pale, black-clawed, fluffy haired bastard with a perpetual shadow on his face.
These are the progress shots I remembered to take.
Rebloging this really late but still before midnight for maximum funny
happy holidays fuckos
Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.
Every time I check this site I find out more. Man, November 5th is 2020 apologizing.
today has been the equivalent of getting repeatedly punched in the face
Me: Chilling and thinking about my SMP Headcanons for Bad.
Quackity:
Me reading through the Whumptober fic I’m working on:
Yep, that’s him
is THIS your man? [shows an image of a malnourished injured exhausted man with big sad eyes looking up at the camera with blood smeared all over his face and mouth. and he is visibly trembling]