Garden Gnomes Work As Projectiles Right?

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings

EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.

Me: *disassociating in the car on the way to the musical I'm in*

The podcast my mom has on: for more on fish having a better life than you,

Me: *suddenly aware and slightly offended* I know it's true but still RUDE

Help them

LGBT+ refugees in Gorom Camp, South Sudan, are currently facing hunger, no clean water or medical care, and daily threats. The war in Sudan has made things worse, and some of them are in hiding, are injured or have lost their lives.

Below is their mission statement

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Dear friends

I am Frank Qum an LGBTQ person in a sudan refugee camp. I and my fellow LGBTQ refugees face a lot of challenges including homophobia, hunger, lack of medication, lack of bedding and so many other challenges.

We are aiming at raising 5,000 USD to cover all those expenses so that LGBTQ people can get essential necessities like pads, food, medication and bedding so that they aren’t pressured into prostitution. Anything you can give will be of much help towards our survival however small it may be.

We thank you for standing with us in this horrible and traumatizing situation.

yours faithfully

Frank Qum.

HELP THEM

@humanrightsdefenerz32

gofundme.com

Donate to Support Frank Qum and LGBTQ Refugees in Sudan, organized by Benji Stewart

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Trust made of dust and bones

Trust is like a chalkboard.

Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.

It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.

I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?

Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.

Its more permanent, It lasts longer.

I think I understand why we use chalk now.

Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.

It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,

But it's always there.

We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.

We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.

The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.

When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.

With chalk, You can just wipe it away.

Spilled ink is forever ink astray.

guess who just learned two Italian cuss words?

*gestures to myself*

This person!

my biggest achievement is being rickrolled by the country of france

Edit: twice

yall know that one audio where a woman yells STEVEN in an Irish/Scottish (I genuinely cannot tell which) accent?

Imagine Danny and Damian's reunion goes like this:

At a gala (Danny is unfortunately vlads heir)

Damian: DANYAL!

Danny, freezing:

Damian: I thought you were dead!

(please tell me I did not hallucinate a whole audio)

I'm so bummed man,

Im hanging out with Jerald and I can't take a good picture!

I know it's not his fault he corrupts every picture he is in, but I wanted to show a slefie!

its shedding season

You all know what that means

It's time to get out the loom.

Hopefully this year my skin actually fits

I am so sick and tired of being the second choice.

I talk to you and introduce you to my friends! And what do you do?

You only ever talk to them.

But when you have a class with me and not them, I suddenly become your friend again!

You leave me out of group projects.

Even when theys said 2 or more.

Nobody ever chooses me.

I am the consolation prize.

Now you may say "I would choose you!"

But you haven't.

And you wont.

Stop with the lies please,

It makes me hope.