When Gerard Way Sings "the Broken, The Beaten, And The Damned" And When Kermit The Frog Sings "the Lovers,

pink? pink <33

Illustrations from The Fairy Book by Warwick Goble (1913)

Do you ever just. American rock band my chemical romance

hey! has anyone looked at the photo of original paris cast!combeferre with his disaffected vampire morrissey eyes and gently existentialist coat with the casually upturned collar lately? no?

i’m glad we could all do this together thank you for your attention

it’s just me and my hairy transgender legs against the world

Lareine SHOXX vol.59 | 1998.01

and what if i said i love the word “transsexual” not because of an indication of “changing sexes” but instead a connotation of sexuality (regarding both sexual orientation as well as sexual feelings generally) inherent in gender euphoria. what then.

laura jane grace is such a legend. she burned her old birth certificate onstage, waved at it, and shouted, “Bye-bye, gender!” into the mic. she worked with Food Not Bombs after dropping out of high school. she refuses to transition in ways people would expect her to, because she’s comfortable with certain parts of her body and refuses to give into pressure to look or act as cis as possible. this woman is so badass, go research her right now please.

Imagine how much scarier zombie movies would be if the zombies smiled when they saw you because they were excited to finally eat. Imagine walking into a building to go and find shelter, scavenge, whatever, and you shine your flashlight into a room only to find several zombies idling there. Your light catches their eyes and they turn to look at you, their expressions desolate and empty. However, the moment they spot you, their open mouths turn to wide uncontrollable smiles and their eyes disappear into slits. They almost look friendly. Maybe even some of them manage to laugh instead of groan. How would you feel after months and months of losing people you know to smiling hoards? How would you feel after every encounter with a joyful zombie leaves you shaken and tired and fearful? How would you feel after hearing the sounds of laughter mixed in with the sounds of screaming and flesh being torn? After everything, what would your brain's wiring process do to you when you see a friend smile? Would you hate smiling? Would you feel rage? Would your brain devolve back into a time where showing one's teeth always meant a threat? What would you do if the joy of the human race was now only kept by the dead