yes i did steal this from facebook

Did I just have to delete my post because I “stole” a gif from a blog that I don’t even follow?
(I found it on Facebook tho)

Yes, yes I did.

Anyways, y'all can steal my gifs without any problem. I enjoy making them in my free time and I really appreciate that they’re good enough to be stolen.
And well, I’m not curing cancer by making them so….

Whatever, maybe I’m getting to old for this or maybe I just don’t care about those things.

anonymous asked:

can u please find me the post from the translesbian memes facebook page where a trans woman was having ""consensual"" sex with a lesbian and the caption said "yes its a penis you feel; welcome to the 21st century?"

I believe you’re talking about this shit:

Which turned out to be some creep stealing an old piece of fanart that did in fact feature two actual women and slapping that text on it. 

Preference #109: Little School Stories

Jack: You flipped through your old yearbook, looking at the young faces of people you used to know. You remembered school events, cheerleading and Jack. He’d been much younger, not yet filled out into manhood, and had that sweeping bang over his eyes. You’d actually liked that bang strangely. Then you saw the “prom” page. ‘Remember when you banned from prom?’ You asked Jack, sitting not too far from you, ‘Vividly. Why?’ ‘No reason, just remember going all alone-‘ ‘-You didn’t go alone! You went with all our friends-‘ ‘-I danced by myself when they started playing music and stood with the other rejects when the slow songs came on-‘ ‘-I’m not apologizing again. I’ve done it millions times.-‘ ‘-Sorry won’t make up for having a corsage-less wrist.’ You laughed at his irritated face, and dodged the paper ball of tossed at you.  ‘While you shot fictional army opponents, I was stuffing my face!’ You cried out in mock sadness, ‘Do you know what that’s like?!’ ‘Yeah. I see you do it now.’ ‘Oh shush you!’ You tossed the ball back at him.

Finn: You saw her face on his old Facebook page. Her long black hair reaching down to her waist like back then, and looking as pretty as always. ‘Jesus…did she age like at all?’ You muttered to yourself, looking at Finn’s old girlfriend. ‘What are you doing?’ ‘I found Kelly on your old Facebook page.’ ‘Are you stalking my ex-girlfriends?’ ‘No. I just came across her looking for somebody else.’ ‘So that’s a yes…’ You looked at her profile picture, bright smile and all, ‘I remember her being taller than you. I never got why a guy would date a girl taller than him…’ ‘You didn’t seem to see that when you stole me from her.’ You gasped, ‘I did NOT steal you! I barely spoke to you before we had history class together. You started talking to me, remember?’ ‘I remember you knowing full well I had a girlfriend when you flirted with me over my history book. You’d pretend you left yours at home so we’d have to share. You’d brush up against me a lot and bat those eyes at me…You were completely irresistible to me, honestly.’ You laughed, recalling how flustered you’d make Finn simply by looking at him. ‘How do you deal with it now then?’ ‘You sorta get used to the over abundance of beauty after a while, though it kinda hits me whenever you sneak up on me.’

Dan: You slept in his old bedroom in his parent’s house, both of you spending the Christmas weekend with them. You smile to yourself as Dan wrapped his arms around your waist, cuddling against you with his head against your shoulder blade. ‘Remember when we’d cuddle together after school?’ You grinned, thinking about the awkward teenager who’d force you into his bed so he didn’t nap alone. ‘Yeah,’ He said, his voice breaking the nighttime silence, ‘And try to cop a feel at the same time.’ You shared a laugh. ‘Those were the really nice times…Just lying in your bed with you, having you hold me and comfort me.’ ‘Well, what kind of future boyfriend would I have been if I didn’t do that for you?’ ‘The only thing you had confidence in…’ ‘Well, I knew you’d eventually figure out that we were meant for each other and stop dating complete dickheads.’ ‘They were only dickheads because they were dating me.’ ‘True.’ ‘How’d it feel being friendzoned?’ You joked. He chuckled, ‘I wouldn’t say ‘friendzoned’ since that would imply I was some pathetic idiot who tricked a girl into being friends in order to be her boyfriend later. I really wanted to be friends with you when we first met.’ You felt his fingers trace circles on your side like they always do when you cuddle. ’So…you’re…you’re…telling me you weren’t completely captivated by my obvious surface beauty right away?’ You pouted. ‘Oh no, I was. I just didn’t think I was good enough for you.’ ‘Well, you are…you’re definitely good enough.’

Phil: You couldn’t hold back your smile when you watched his old videos. Not the university videos or the 2009 era. The videos of school Phil, who’d just gotten a camera of his own and filmed complete nonsense with friends. You were in these a lot more than the newer ones. You loved watching the one he made about the day you came over, and he filmed everything you both did. You played in the snow, making snow angels; you played with your new kitten and talked about yourselves. ‘Oh God, why are you watching those?’ You saw him come into the room, holding two cups of tea and in his Christmas jumper. ‘I like watching them sometimes. It’s nice to see school Phil and Y/N.’ You kindly took your tea mug from him and sipped it. ‘Ugh, but it’s all so cringe-worthy! I can’t…’ He put his hand on the screen just as Phil ended the video with kissing your cheek. ‘But Phil! We’re so cute! Look how cute we are together!’ You lifted the laptop to his face, ‘Oh gosh, no wonder they ship us, Phil! Philllll!’ ‘Get that out of my face!’ Phil laughed, pushing the laptop away. He stares at your freeze-framed face. ‘You’re way too pretty for me.’ ‘And you’re way too good for me.’