The contrasting Pete/Cody edit ideas I have are so funny it’s like
Pete: colorful! funky! stop the turnstile! low frame rate with stars and yellow!!! whimsical instrumentals mixed with fresh urbanism!!!
Cody: 2009.
GOOOOOOOD MORNING TO ARTISTS WHO DRAW FAT PEOPLE!!!!! IN A NORMAL WAY!!!!!!!!!! and to the rest of y’all……good morning ig.
Heartwarming! Revolutionary! Local chubby femme goes shopping for intimate apparel and doesn’t buy anything with the words “tummy tuck” in them. A trick that would have worked on them 4 years ago.
the butch/femme scene of 1990s san francisco by chloe sherman
saw an artist draw Kim with forget me nots and Harry with apricots and now I need to run laps around my room. Past life vs past world, the desire for change in ones own circumstances that may affect the world around them. Ideology as a placeholder for want. Symbols and objects that humans attribute to complex things and reminders, appreciative and revolutionary statements, as messages to others. I think apricots and forget me nots grow in the same garden in a miraculous patch of fertile soil in Revachol West somewhere, where the ground is kinder.
watching house md for the first time…man is just like me for real…NEED vicodin
Do you think she ever encountered the futch scale.
The concept of Blue Lock and trying to rationalize the Blue Lock Project and initiative is so funny to me because like. What if the best striker in the world who can bring Japanese soccer to its glory is a woman. Is there a Blue Lock for girls? Did Ego ever consider this as a possibility?
And the boys themselves haven’t seen a single woman other than Anri for months. That’s insane to me. There’s NO way they were getting play before Blue Lock except Reo and even then all of them are too focused on soccer and their MALE teammates. How are there only 2 characters in this series who are on the LGBT wiki. I can’t defend anyone else anymore.
Telling people who aren’t lesbians about lesbian exploits is so funny. “SHE PICKED YOU UP IN A CHURCH???” yeah and you’re straight up not a virgin.
Ohh I love statues, not in the pretentious “postmodernism is a plague to society Roman empire” way but in a queer sensual humanistic way. They capture all of the beauty of nature, people, and rust all while not having a single inch of flesh on them. The way the crinkle, break, and fold is extremely human, but they still are cold to the touch unless touched by something with warmth. Maybe that’s warmth of the skin or warmth of the gaze. There’s something so queer about them. They reflect the epitome of beauty to their creature.
I think that the water bugs that have been to space for scientific research and the ones that are in the local creek enveloped in nature long for each other. to catch a glimpse into how the other one lives. A tardigrade that wiggles past a kid’s knee submerged in dirty lake water wonders what more is out there. A tardigrade released into the unrelenting universe by astronauts longs for back home. Microscopic love, the smallest in the world.
Hello I’m Kate (they/them), the multi fandom lavender menace that makes thingymajigs (music) and watchamacallits (other creative endeavors) 18
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