TUESDAY AGAIN NO PROBLEM
HAPPY ONE MILLION NOTES TO TUESDAY AGAIN NO PROBLEM DOG
“giovanni is homophobic” is a funny joke to make but personally i think “giovanni is such an annoyingly overbearing ally that he named team rainbow rocket in honor of silver coming out” is funnier. the idea of a cartoonishly evil mob boss who has no problems killing people and is obsessed with power and money being an ally to his gay son is hilarious
as much as i appreciate the increased usage of they/them pronouns as a non binary person that uses those pronouns, y'all need to also understand that using they/them on someone who does not use they/them is still misgendering
Using they/them for someone whose gender/pronouns you’re unsure of: good; doesn’t make assumptions; more concise and inclusive than the dreaded “he or she.” not misgendering
Using they/them for someone who has already told you their gender/pronouns (and doesn’t use they/them): not good; ignores their implicit/explicit wishes; often used as an ‘out’ by closet transphobes to avoid referring to a binary trans person with their preferred pronouns while still appearing ‘woke.’ this is misgendering
Hey tumblr user spockoandjimjim how is that campaign you dm going
Well I’m glad you asked
To celebrate Leonardo’s recent breakup, I want to share my favorite TikTok on the subject. (Via @natsingssongs)
Anonymous asked:
*multiplies you by 1*
Ach im the exact same but a process has occurred
I'm thinking about this post and i have decided that it is one of those things that is a poem in some undefinable way
omg so we have 1 seeing dog and 1 blind dog and whenever there's a toy they both want, the seeing dog takes it and just...stands very still. immobile. she KNOWS he will try to wrestle it from her but she has figured out that if she does not squeak it, then he will not find it. leading to this.
"god....grant me the strength to not squeak the squeaky toy"
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
if cats aren't meant to be kissed on their heads then what's that little space between their ears for
when i was a kid my parents bought me an inflatable doll of the Scream by Edvard Munch (??) that was significantly taller than i was at the time and i used to slow-dance with it and pretend it was my boyfriend. It had its hands attached to its head obviously so it felt like he was always a bit horrified to be forced to dance with me
i didn't need no imaginary friends i had Screaming Joe right here !
I love this website I love it when people tell us what's wrong with them
