I love you grandmother who helped me pin a trans flag to my battle vest, I love you leather daddies checking on us, I love you trans dykes driving the forklift loaded with water and ice, I love you queer kids in your renfair outfits, I love you faggot punks sizing up the cops, I love you drag queens laughing in the dressing room, I love you i love you I love you I love y

i love you kids in pup masks and fur suits in almost 100F weather, i love you people with packers and tits out and ambiguous genders, i love you old fags screaming the same rallying cries you screamed at pride parades in the 80s, i love you guy with pinwheels on your nipples, i love you girls with rainbow heart tape over your nipples, i love you middle aged gay in his fishing gear taking out his boyfriend’s lollipop to give him a kiss, i love you i love you i love you i lov

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

Actually forget what I said. This dream is more important than anything

Just when I thought I couldn’t be radicalized more, I learn the CEO of my “small” family company owns not two but THREE houses

Damn, you gonna do anything about it?

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One time I went to Ren Faire and there was an Aziraphale and Crowley and Crowley offered me an apple and it made my entire life and I still think about that and am filled with such joy at that random occurrence and they probably have no idea.

The moral of the story is you probably have no idea how happy you've made a perfect stranger just by living your life and expressing your own joy for something.

The other moral of the story is if you've ever gone to Ren Faire dressed as Aziraphale and/or Crowley you're really cool and I wish you well.

nvm Google won't let me have fun anymore

CROWLEY??? IT WAS YOU ALL ALONG????

op I love you but in what universe is crowley hedonistic or even slightly chill. he puts more effort into appearing detached than i have put into my entire career. he doesn’t even eat food? the only decoration in his apartment is religious art about sexual repression… He’s like a desert ascetic with anxiety

I was on FB when I found this old gem by @neil-gaiman

Do you remember it?

One day in South Africa I got David to record it on my phone, with a vague plan of auctioning it off for charity...

I really ought to find it again.

The only reason I chose Ohio is because I'm a slut for Cincinnati Chili. That's literally the only reason

Sometimes they eat sand dollars : )

Sharks have 10-20 times the bite force of a human.

A sand dollar test has roughly twelve times the crushing strength of a Pringle. QED, a shark may indeed experience the crispness of a Pringle.

THE POWER FLICKERED THREE TIMES

IF WE LOSE POWER I’M QUITTING

JUST GIVE ME 20 FUCKIN MINUTES FOR MY CHICKEN NUGGETS TO COOK PLEASE

please

(vegan) I hope your power runs out 

thats fuckin nice and all but the chicken is already in the nuggets. the power going out doesn’t save a chicken. it’s a nugget already. sorry

I love this post because they said (Vegan) like its a fallout skill check

Okay, but I would pay extra for this driveway.

Um, can I please get every neighborhood kid and animal to come walk across my driveway? Can I get a cat to just run around on there? This flock of ducks did such an amazing job!

I was 18 months old when my parents built their house. After pouring the concrete slab for the foundation, my father, world’s most sentimental man, carried me down into the hole so he could preserve a single imprint of my little baby foot in the house he was building for me to grow up in.

Naturally, I wriggled loose, so what is actually preserved for posterity in my parents’ basement floor is my mad dash through this glorious new mud pit, followed by my father’s footprints in hot pursuit, a visible scuffle where the fugitive was captured, and then my father’s prints returning to the ladder.

I hope some future archeologist finds your parent’s basement floor because they’re going to lie down on the ground and cry about it.

I don't know if I ever posted this shot from the desert in February 2018 of Michael and David (he's getting mic'ed up, not mugged). It was the kind of panoramic shot that decides that Michael is a big floating giant head.

Future meme

I think it has happened to all of us at some point... (I'm bored and sleepless)

Had to...

map of britain but it's the shadow of this sloppily taped over piece of wire hanging out of a wall

Sorry!

Hope this is more to your liking :D

ten years of fighting and when shit hits the fan tumblr instantly has reddit's back. the greatest enemies to lovers story ever told.

you understand

Having your own personal blog is honestly quite a nice change of pace compared to Reddit. I could put a funny GIF of George Bush getting hit by a shoe on here and the worse case scenario is that no one even notices.

You put that on a big subreddit and you get your eyes gouged out and a heap of political discourse underneath your post.

[id: cats participating in pole dance practice, often by sitting on conveniently flat poses their humans have struck]./end id.

Cats will interrupt you doing literally anything.

HAS SOMEONE TOLD THE REDDITORS ABOUT THE TUMBLR HOLIDAYS???

NEIL BANGING OUT THE TUNES?

IDES OF MARCH?

OUT OF TOUCH THURSDAY???

THE ONE RANDOM DAY IN JULY WHEN WE ALL REBLOG THE NEW VERSION OF THE JACK SKELLINGTON "EXCITED ABOUT HALLOWEEN" POST???

Our monthly Day 15 posts

Twas the Nizzle before Chrismizzle and all through the Hizzle