Happy Pride Month To The All American Bitch

Thank you so much for making this!

Thank you! I'm really glad you enjoyed it, it was pretty fun to make!

Wow. The patience, kindness and calm communication skills. Outstanding.

From raindovemodel

Knowledge is empowering

you’re my favorite queer alley Dipper ❤️

i hate you all.

If look back I’m sure I’ll remember, the words I held back and chose not to say. I am sinking, drowning, dying in my despair; a despair I caused and chose not to share. How I feel feels unimportant, not worthwhile of mention, I just wish I’d had said it before I started to feel benched in; inside my room is where I’ve chosen to stay, despite how I wish and want to feel the sun and go out to play. I have not the words to describe the way I feel caged, it’s pitiful truly. Stuck in a gilded prison I myself made. I find it sad though to be honest, I finally spoke my mind and mentioned this bind that in myself I find; and the reaction was tame, it makes me feel lame to say that I was hoping for hope, for words left unspoken to fall from my mouth and for your response to make me not quite hate myself, but here I am sitting in bed, phone in my hand and pillow at my head listening to you ramble on unabashed, wishing I’d trusted you less and acted less rash. Your speech is slow, words are slurred as you speak about pottery sharing interests long unheard. A part of me feels bad for my one word responses, for the fact that if you asked what you’d said I’d be at a loss for words that were supposed to be held in my mouth; words that even had I known I’d dare not spout. I love you my dear, you’ve always been there, and you’ve kept me up as sturdily as the chair, that was carved on the day I turned 8, I ate those feelings away, lost to the old wind, the passage of time, a reference to a time that bas never been mine but I have longed to reach in hopes of some simpler days that my mind conjured up in a tired, alone, upset, and tied down haze; And even as I speak these words now I am all to unsure that my words will be heard, that the ears I called forth for word, will brush me off to the side and my the words I once chose to keep but now relent on saying will once again go unheard. I love you my dear, but goddamnit are you dense; I wish I’d not crossed that fence, the line where I chose to belt out my heart in hopes that you’d hear, but to my dismay you were gone away in the fray of people living through their days, Ignoring me and walking around me without a word as if I am in their way.

Uh- are you aware of the meaning of proship?

Proship has never meant anything except a combination of three ideas:

Ship and let ship (your ships don't harm me and vice-versa) and YKINMK (your kink is not my kink, and that's okay; my kink stories don't harm you and vice-versa)

Harassment over fiction is not acceptable

Censorship of fiction is not acceptable either

Any other definitions are made by antis, not proshippers, and are an attempt at revisionism to justify harassment based on false claims.

“Is love bad sometimes?”

Sometimes. It can lead you to just let others hurt you. Sometimes we ignore the bad things people do or the bad way they treat us because of a good opinion of them, or because of loving them. It doesn't make the way they treat us okay, just means we don't recognize it- or consistently continue to create excuses for them in lieu of facing the way they treat us, and talking to them or cutting them off about/over it.

But it can also be really good. It can lead you to the best moments of your life- even if they were never really meant to stick around. Our idea of self-importance is never stuck relying on the person we love- even if we feel like we don't matter without the love of that person. Sometimes people just aren't meant to stick around. Some people get lucky and find "the one" early on, and others take a while to get there and find their loved one.

Some people die before or after their loved one, and have to live on afterwards, but I feel that it's important that we continue to live in those cases. After all, the person who loved us would only want for us to keep on making happy memories once their gone if they truly loved us. Love is a fickle thing, it can be so good when it's good, and heart-crushingly bad when it's bad. It's like a wave, you've gotta ride it. If you can't, you'll crash under the waves and have to swim to shore/get pulled out the sea and try again at that big ass wave. For those who want live, it can be the most wonderful thing in the world to experience, and for those who don't it's just lovely to see. Love takes time, and is difficult. It's different for everyone, and there's no one true way to go about it or explore it. It's something that can't really be perfected, as there's no perfection to it- just happy moments with those you love that feel perfect.

“But can you love someone too much?”

Yeah. And sometimes it can hurt. But you’ve gotta find out how to find the balance- otherwise it’ll fall apart. Sometimes though, we love someone just enough, and they don’t love us as much and so it feels like we love them too much. Doesn’t mean we do. However- it’s still entirely possible to live someone too much, you just have to be sure the person your handing your heart over to won’t drop it or let it fall. If you think the person you’ve given your heart to will hold it like it’s precious, and won’t let it fall. Then there’s no such thing as too much, there’s only just enough. Because they love you just about the same amount.

RAHHH UR ART IS SO EDIBLE.. i wanna colour it so bad 😭

twitter absolutely ate these up so heres some moshang sketchies

ehehehe been having thoughts about an au.....

(context: someone submitted their post-trial sex)