Pros of writing gay relationships:
- gay
Cons of writing gay relationships:
- they both have THE SAME FCKIN PRONOUNS SO I CONSTANTLY HAVE TO NAME BOTH CHARACTERS BECAUSE OTHERWISE IT’S IMPOSSIBLE TO TELL WHO’S DOING WHAT OR WHO’S SPEAKING WHO WILL SAVE ME FROM THIS HELL
-Shoutout to all the pansexuals who are told, “that’s just another word for bisexual” -Shoutout to all the bisexuals who get erased by the media and told, “it’s just a phase” -Shoutout to all the gay boys just realizing that maybe, just maybe, girls aren’t for them -Shoutout to all the gay girls who are just realizing that hey, maybe I want a Princess instead of a Prince Charming -Shoutout to all the trans boys who have to deal with menstrual cycles and misgendering and testosterone to achieve what you already are -Shoutout to all the transgirls who have to go through hormones and misgendering to achieve what you already are -Shoutout to all the aro/asexuals who are erased from the community and are told, “You just haven’t met the right person yet.” -Shoutout to all the queer people who are searching for the right term for them, and those who feel most comfortable not defining themselves with a specific term You are all valid. You are all beautiful. ❤️💛💚💙💜
This has been a psa
Fuck this
Panda: I wish I was a dinosaur.
Ohm: Why? Because they’re big and scary? Because-
Panda: Because they’re all dead
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Funny Morning Commute Story:
A portly petite lady gets on the train. There’s an empty seat, but the dude next to it has man-spread so there’s little space to actually sit. The lady is undaunted, she says loudly “I think I will have a sit” as a warning and then squeezes herself in. The man does not attempt to reign in his man-spread.
The guy gets off on a next stop, and I’m not really paying attention to them anymore, except I hear the word “man-spread” so I instantly perk-up and look over. And then she says loudly:
“I’m sorry, but if you have such a great need to air out your balls, you need to be checked out for venereal diseases.”
At some point during that sentence we make eye-contact and I must have a look on my face like I’m five and excited that I just heard a parent swear. Because she laughs, while I grin, because she knows I know what she’s talking about.
And that just made my morning like 10x better.
I think this was last year, but anyways, clapping became a thing at my school. It was crazy. At first it started out small like a few kids clapping when a teacher walked into the room, but a week later it was the whole class clapping when anyone walked into a room. It was loud, there was cheering and screaming as if someone famous had walked in, and let me just say.. This happened to every. person. I mean if you were the second one through the door to a class, that one person sitting there would be clapping. You could hear the clapping from other classes on the other hall. So one day, we’re all sitting at lunch when the principal stands up on the stage(there was a stage type thing in the cafeteria, idk why), and announces that clapping is banned. Anyone who claps will be given a warning, but if they do it again, a referral. And suddenly, the whole cafeteria is quiet.
And then we start clapping.
Ohm: john, are you sober?
Kryoz: *slurred* why *hic* would i be sober on my birthday? huh? tell me that Ohm, ya little bunny rabbit
Ohm: …
Ohm: john, buddy
Kryoz: Ohm, buddy
Ohm: John it’s 10:30 in the morning
Kryoz: and? *hic*
Ohm: *gives him a disappointed look*
Kryoz: geez sorry dad *eyes start to water like he’s about to cry*
Ohm: …john?
Kryoz: *starts to cry*
Ohm: okay okay! you don’t have to record today!!
Kryoz: *through tears* thank you *under his breath* ha got eem
happy birthday kryoz!!
me too
The vaping monks, AggressiveJohn™, destroying sexism, and, burning himself because he farted too much: a synopsis of Kryoz’s recent streams
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