Today, Completely Unprompted, On His Own, My Dad, Who Even Just Two Years Ago Told Me I Would Never Be

School really had me thinking my biggest problem was gonna be quicksand

Maybe it’s Mystique shapshifting again

Maybe she's born with it.

Maybe it’s glamour magick.

Musical chairs? I thought you said Magical chairs

Well, there’s no un-summoning the demon now so we might as well play

The gays just do it better

Gay🚀irl

Group projects be like

I asked you to “sign me the fuck up”, not “assign me the fuck-up,”

Relatable

this morning when i was on register this guy gave me cash n it was all wet n he said sorry i fell in a lake

I was drawing a bunch of pentagrams in my notebook during math class because I was bored and I think I drew 150 pentagrams in total before a devilish-looking guy wearing a red suit broke down the door of the classroom and yelled “wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?!”

Credit to ArtSpear Entertainment

people will look at classic dystopian sci-fi like "wow how did the author predict this would happen" and the answer is they didn't. they hoped and hoped this wouldn't happen. (some of them, the lucky few perhaps, even died believing the worst had been averted.) these writers took a look at terrible things happening around them, and imagined a future where these terrible things dominated and warped reality, and they held it up to the audience and said "see? does this future not appall you??? it has already begun."

dystopian fiction isn't a prediction. it is a warning and a PLEA

Currently fighting the trans masculine urge to cut the sleeves off all my shirts