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OK CONCERNING THE WHOLE HEADCANON THING IM WRITING THAT PPL KEEP ASKING ME ABT, i was talking to @chompiee abt a ~love confession~ and then @cryptidsp00n abt the aftermath of said confession concerning them kissing

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nicolettekloe: Life with Lucille Ruby = ❤️❤️❤️ Thank you all for the love & well wishes. We’re so in love with our little family. 📷 by daddy @leslieodomjr

Does anyone remember that game that was once on gamefudge about dragons? Basically, it was a pixelated game where you start in a castle. You can be healing, fire, or ???. Blue green and red. You grow up in the castle and can choose to murder or heal people. You then are in the town. ?? ahhh???

I do not remember what it’s called, please help D:

edit for those who won’t see the reply: it was found, thank you!!! <3

anonymous asked:

do MoC dating white girls bother you? Because like it bothers me and idk if that makes me awful or not? Like date who you want but it just bugs me because like ... why can't people see the beauty in black women too? idk i think im just bitter because i know like abunch of white girls with awful attitudes but they can get away with it and all the guys here love that shit, meanwhile if i don't smile for two seconds, i get called out for "mean mugging all the time."

It bugs me when it’s obvious they date white women because of bad attitudes about WoC or because they think being with white women is winning some sort of jackpot. Plus, white girls get brave about disrespecting WoC because their ashy boyfriends enable them And specifically speaking, all nonblack women do this to Blacl Women

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.