Morrigan! He’s From The Same Universe As Cassian. Same Timeline Too…. He Just Dresses Like That.

Yesterday when I was out with my friend, I had this like, black bean chicken stir fry at this Chinese spot I'd never been to 😭 and imma be real, I need ts by the bucketful. I think maybe the beans were fermented, I WISH I knew where to find that at the store, like I've never tasted anything like that before, I CANT stop thinking about it.

in this baeutiful world. straight up "enjoing it". and by "it". haha. well. let's justr say. My frands

*zooms in* microscopic boys

goth prep x goth jock be like

Yes he do

It’s that time of year to say no to the Salvation Army.

Never forget they let a Trans woman die instead of helping her.

Never forget they have tossed entire families on the street for having an LGBT child.

Never forget they tell non Christian families that unless they convert they will not help them.

Never forget that the Salvation Army is bigoted and hateful, many of the bell ringers routinely heckle and harass LGBT couples.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

artfight ppl 👁️👁️ where r u getting those little sheets u put ur user/characters/who u attack on 👁️👁️ it’s my first year n i wanna do one of those to post 👁️👁️ send help

Throws him and runs

Daily schedule:

Wake up on the problematic side of the bed

Eat a harmful breakfast

Log onto tumblr and reblog posts from abusive mutuals

Attend narcissistic classes

Watch an irredeemable movie

Listen to offensive music

Eat a cancelled dinner

Go to sleep derogatorily

Have dreams that will have aged poorly by the time I wake up