Make It Gay Marvel
The last gif is whatever the opposite of gay panic is.
Gay Exhiliration™️
so this just happened
Leia, I’m sorry. I know. I know you are. I’m just glad you’re here… at the end.
WHat even is this year
It’s a wrap on this one. Already wasn’t feeling it but Tomi just confirmed my anti swifterness
Bruh I would retire on the spot 😷
this is mean and terrible but it exhausts me to be around people who haven’t finished going through their pretentious asshole phase like okay holden caulfield i know we’re all helplessly suckling at the teat of modern media but can you shut up and play some goddamn mario kart for like five minutes
I feel this in the pit of my soul
that is so ugly i hate her ass
tiny brain: kanye west is satan incarnate and we must stop him before he murders taylor swift with his bare hands and dines on her flesh, signed, me, tumblr user speaknowandbefearlessin1989
equally tiny brain: taylor swift is an ugly bitch with a bad boob job and a victim complex and it’s okay for me to say that because she’s uhhhhh a bad feminist
regular-sized brain: by virtue of her whiteness, taylor swift holds a great deal of structural power over kanye, and she appears to be deploying this power to play into a longstanding cultural narrative of white female vulnerability that actively endangers black men by painting them as predatory. simultaneously, kanye west has a long history of inexcusably misogynistic behaviour by which black women have been hit first and hardest. we must ask ourselves why his sexist treatment of taylor swift has elicited a widespread defensive response that his attacks on, say, amber rose did not. it is possible and necessary to have this conversation without directing misogynistic vitriol at taylor swift and racist vitriol at kanye west.
enormous brain transcending the known universe:
you can only reblog this post if your tumblr icon fits these guidelines
not to harp on this point but the care with which a girl you’ve known for maybe three weeks will ask you “what’s wrong?” if you look even mildly distressed is more emotional labor than you’d receive from any man over the course of six lunar cycles
if my dad sees me crying, he pretends he’s getting a call so that we don’t have to have an awkward conversation, but a drunk girl who stumbled across me in a public bathroom would literally become my emotional triage nurse






