Postcard From The Artist Collective Project THINK AGAIN

Reblog this to teleport yourself into the yuri pit with all the other sluts rebloging this.

oops, my finger slipped

ms word ms excel and ms powerpoint are all snooty disagreeable ladies who wont speak to me due to my meager dowry but then i meet their beautiful sister ms paint whos clumsy but charming and we fall in beautiful love. and i become mr paint

i'm bored

reblog for a 50/50 chance of getting either girlcock or an infodump about a random topic in your dms

teleport this bread around

come on spread the word

@ the readfems making the “a cis boy who is medium at sports could just transition and become a star on the women’s team and get accolades and scholarships” argument:

Okay. Then you do it. Men have all those societal advantages. All the power. The system is built for men. You talk about this all the time. So why don’t you just become one? You want to get those promotions, that respect at the car dealership, you want to walk home at night and look over your shoulder less often. All it’ll take is, you know, a few years on testosterone. Changing your name. Reminding your friends and family to use the new name and pronouns because this won’t work if everyone knows you’re just pretending.

Or does the idea of doing all of that for the hope of a leg up in one or two specific areas seem, you know, fucking ridiculous?

Ya'know, I think I've hid my Mommy Issues from women I call Daddy really well

aww, you’re such a cute little floret~

Mrow :3

I fucking love painting shoes