Don't Talk To Me Or My Son Ever Again.

A tiger at my animal sanctuary, biting into the cardboard box that had her Christmas dinner inside it: mmhmhm, crumbchy.

*Sits backwards on the couch so that my spine is bent awkwardly and my face is pressed into the cushions*

do you think cymbals have dents because someone went ham?

I don't know if anyone else has a favorite type of cell but I do and it's a macrophage

you know those stories where the swan takes off it’s feathered cloak and turns into a sexy lady that some creepy farm dude marries? that but instead of a swan it’s the goose from untitled goose game and instead of being a sexy spouse it’s just doing the same things it always does it just has hands to more effectively grab things and longer legs to run with and instead of trying to keep the feathered cloak from it everyone is desperately trying to get it to put it back on

In honor of Asexual awareness week coming up;

(Oct 21st - Oct 27th)

Smash that motherfucking reblog button if you support Asexuals and consider them a valued part of the LGBTQ+ community!

Exclusionists/Acephobes do not interact.

Edit; Acephobes/Exclusionists who have replied to this post anyway, obviously unable to read… I am not here to argue with you. This isn’t about discourse. Fuck you.

Our identities have been discourse topics for too long. Not this week. This week is about celebrating ourselves. This week I’m done with you. I’m no platforming you.

This is the week we block on sight.

I was scrolling through Thomas spider images to change my background, and I went on a journey that ended up dressing me as a clown and stabbing me in the throat 12 times

I lost 30 braincells painting this with nail polish

It was worth it

I feel like a lot of people don’t want to ask questions they have about gender/sexuality to LGBT people because they don’t want to offend them because we talk about cishet people asking stupid or intrusive questions a lot

But actually when you’re questioning it’s really helpful to be able to ask some ‘stupid’ questions although you’re too afraid to

So can y'all LGBTQIA+ people reblog this if you’re totally fine with people asking questions about your gender/sexuality, as long as they do so respectfully

Did anyone else experience this? Tell me if I'm not alone

Okay so when I was 7-8, I saved up enough money to buy a custom American girl named Tia. Mostly bc my mom wanted to sew doll clothes, and so did I. Also because I was still in a cutesy, girly phase.

Not too long after, we start getting random letters in the mail from someone. She said her name was Jett, and she was Tia's older sister. She hadn't been bought yet, and she was touring the US as like, a traveling store or something.

It was so weird. It was like Toys logic, except some people were allowed to see them? Most of the letters I got were actually kind of horrific now that I'm reading some. In this one a guy named Bruce holds Jett over an alligator, so they sneak out and just wreck his boat. In another one one of the dolls wanders out into the night (I think that was Yellowstone) and doesn't ever come back.

But like, she bought legitimate things too? The t-rex tooth was from La Brea tar pits. There was probably more, but I haven't found them yet.

It stopped after a bit, so I guess she was bought. But was this normal? Was that a random guy from the factory who stumbled on our address, or did I have a random sugar sister? Was it actually the dolls?!?