Hi. Things Are Bleak, I Know That. I Know That We Paid For Trump's Last Term With Blood And It Is Likely

It’s almost christmas. Palestine is still under the brutal oppression of Israel. Please, donate what you can to Palestinians.

usamericans, do you remember in the incredibles when syndrome made the robot go haywire just so he could swoop in and 'save the day'

james "the city needs me" potter and regulus "you have jury duty, you're not batman" black

I made this out of the rage I felt from seeing transphobic, butchphobic and enbyphobic comments in my tl.

Being a lesbian is part of my identity too and I refuse to let other people tell me I am not a lesbian just because I don't fit their binary perception of things. It's so sad to see other lesbians shitting on butches and gender non-conforming or non-binary lesbians.

But hey, we are here and we're not going anywhere, I am not going anywhere. I've always been a loud lesbian and I'll always be.

Keep being loud, proud and gentle with other lesbians and be fierce with the ones who try to erase us.

one of my favourite things about saiki is how hes just chanting to himself 'i dont care i dont care i dont care i dont care i dont care i dont care everybody except for me and mine can get fucked' and meanwhile he's like scooping baby ducklings out of a storm grate to reunite them with their mama with his hands and LIGHTNING KICKing nendo out of the way of oncoming traffic with his foot and retrieving random childrens balloons from trees with his telekinesis and inspiring passersby to do the best with their lives that they can. he has the entire weight of the world perched on his head. in his opinion. but he doesnt care about it. not at all. prommy. honest. HONEST.

headphones on the tulpar cuz we don't always agree with the DJ!! (curly) #onlyfacts

L and Light lying in bed one night

L, thinking: I want to fuck him

Light, also thinking: I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME

Life is great, and a wonderful gift! :)

(I finally ate again)

fundraising on here is genuinely making me cynical in ways that feel so fucking foul, do you know how it feels to sit here trying to come up with 'strategies' to tell a new interesting story every day to get people's attention for someone surviving a literal genocide. like genuinely i do not want to believe that most people are so thoughtless and careless that they would turn away from mohammed and his family simply because one of my posts doesn't catch their attention like a youtube thumbnail but what am i supposed to think when every 18–24 hours the campaign stagnates again because i miscalibrated and people didn't see a perfectly cute kid photo or enough coloured text. idek what to say i wish that i had a million krona and i would just fund the whole thing and not ever think about how to package a story so that a genocide can generate compelling social media posts day in and day out. it's the polar fucking opposite of how i ever want to think about this atrocity it makes me feel dirty and slimy and not even dirty enough to be reliably succeeding. i just want people to fucking care enough for them to buy a packet of biscuit rations on the black market and it's like pulling fucking teeth