HEYOOOOO

WEEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!

Needed this🩷

👁️👁️

hear me out for a second guys

This makes me miss winterguard season ;-;

Also holy fuck she’s INCREDIBLE

Taisiia Onofriichuk from Ukraine performs her hoop routine to the sound of "Thriller" by Michael Jackson at the 2024 Paris Olympics Rhythmic Gymnastics Individual Qualifiers

🍰Strawberry Shortcake🍰 This is fanart for @littlebodybigheart because her music is amazing and so inspiring to me. Luv you Melanie❤️ 🍰😢🍰😢🍰😢🍰😢🍰😢 #k12movie #strawberryshortcake #melaniemartinez #crybaby #selfworth #youareenough #cake #caligraphy #k12melaniemartinez #beyourself #youarebeautifuljustthewayyouare https://www.instagram.com/p/B5nnT8ig-n6/?igshid=ayzekgql086i

Little noodle lookin guy

thinking about creatures.

Concept: an evil villain who does the whole “Ya wanna know how I got these scars?”bit, but instead of being mutated from government experiments and telling you about the corruption they’ve witnessed, they walk you through each scratch and scar and tell you about the shenanigans they got into as a kid. Allow me to illustrate…

“Wanna know how I got these scars?… Well this one is from my razer scooter after I attempted my first trick, and this one is from when I fell on the ground and scraped my knee….”

Like would that not be so wholesome and silly???

I love her sm

Miss Anyaaaaaaa is here YAAAAAAAAAAY

Continuation of what I've dubbed the "cornchip comic"; Terzo was just trying to warn him... sort of. (part one here)

ID in ALT text!

Bonus extra panel of the culprit:

i was at a restaurant last week, watching the political ads on the TV between sports games. one from the trump campaign ended with the slogan “kamala is for they/them. trump is for you”. it was vilely clever - and it made a clear statement about who was the enemy, the other, the unwelcome, in trump’s great america. i thought about how the right had gone all-in on transphobia this election season, and i hoped it was a gamble that would cost them.

this week has been a gut punch, and i’ve been feeling a lot of things - rage, fear, grief, and subspecies of those emotions. what i kept coming back to, though, as i digested these feelings, were the people i love. my queer friends. the trans kids in my community. the people who, already, are losing their rights to bodily autonomy, state-by-state. the way that i’ve had to start looking at our country as a fucked up patchwork of safe and not-safe. the way that access to medical care, increasingly, changes depending on which side of an arbitrary border you’re on. i’m also realizing the ignorance and privilege it is to only think of our country this way, now. america has always been about picking and choosing who deserves rights, who we consider a person. but, despite the deep-seated flaws of this country, i live in it. so do so many people i love. and that’s what I keep coming back to: the people i love, and my desire to protect them. at the very center of all the rage and hurt and anxiety and sorrow i’m feeling, is a deep, perilous love. i am holding onto that love. i hope you are, too.