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I have no grander ambitions in life I simply want to live with people I love, play videod Game, and sink my teeth into all the kinds of eatery on this earth
my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented
Stop memorizing my attack patterns. That's fucked up. Who let you do that.
Get all your vaccines
Travel while we have a functioning DOT
Read and buy books on feminism, anti-racism, pro-lgbt
Attend drag shows
Don't skip any of your classes
Read and buy history books
Find your out-of-state networks
Learn to carry cash
Get birth control solutions
Support the Biden/Harris administration
Postpone large purchases and save money
Be careful of what you say online, like un-ambiguous attacks against the incoming administration, especially in spaces that contain your full name or personal information
Feel free to add on.
We stan!!!!
chaotic good
Your body must be rested and fed if you wish to be a pervert.
remember kids, homelessness is the direct result of flaws in the capitalist system 👍 it is not the result of laziness, addiction, or even misfortune. it is a state of being only possible when profit becomes more important than humanity 👍 homelessness is manufactured as a threat, or a promise of what will happen if you don't give your labor to the ruling class 👍 we can disarm this threat by removing its power to cause fear and by being kind to the homeless 👍
when in fics they say two characters gave each other a look this is always what i envision in my head
I haven't seen anyone talk about this yet, so I might as well.
They've updated their content policy to comply with payment processor Stripe and Paypal's censorhip. They gave 24 hours. On March 16th 2024, Gumroad TOS will no longer allows sales of any written or drawn nsfw content.
This is going to hurt for so many creators. Giving that little time leaves people's source of income wildly unstable, especially with such a huge overhaul of what content is allowed.
I hate this. I hate what censorship is turning the internet into. I hate that nsfw content creators keeo getting pushed to the fringes, that they need to digitally migrate so often, because nowhere can be trusted to allow their art for long.
I don't know what to do next, there isn't some sort of "here's what you can do to help!" People just deserve to know.
This is a fake dating game, its not real unfortunately. But maybe some day, in the future! I just love womens, and fairytales, and dating sims; so this is a culmination of all three! (with a fun emphasis on hot butch ladies, we need more of them okay! the mermaid is muscular and hot too okay, i swear).
Any Australian game devs wanna make this happen? Come at me, I’m ready to go batshit bananas working on this as a real game,.
I just couldn’t resist the urge to draw something based on this by @samthecookielord 😂 Isn’t that comforting 😂
So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.
My horny ass could not be a monster hunter
Dungeon meshi, ah, dungeon meshi 🥧
I just love love, even though I lack certain types or variations. I may not know what it means to share that romantic moment under a willow tree, but I can admire it like a stunning painting of a world made in the mind of the artist.
And in a way, I can share those moments instead with the others I love in the ways that I am able. I can tenderly touch my head to my friends and lean against them in the cold, or hug my sister close to me while we stand under the rain. I can run my hand down the earth and kiss the clouds that hang down from the sky.
There is something uniquely special about being able to do that. And I just am overwhelmed by how much I adore that.
they committed treason and genocide
I see it there, it’s infinite repeating, it reminds me of what I was meant for, it whispers the promises of a better reality across the cold dark cell, it’s twisted shape reappearing, ever looping, down and down it’s razor edges, I touch it to find my hand covered in the countless small cuts and I fear the future it holds, I do not wish to step into it for I know what waits outside the open door to freedom, and yet still it speak, it screams at me now its broken wishes, that it wants for the simple and mundane, even though it’s truth is one of sharpness, honed by the nagging thoughts caught in the folds of my mind, and I never wanted to know, every chance I have I stand in the doorway and I never take the step out because then I would be tossing aside my promised future, but I do not wish to be cut, so I stay inside