What The Fuck Is This Genre Of Gif Called. I Had A Collection Of These Kinds Of Images And I Lost Them

woah is that @rainncoater's ocs!? woah...

go look at my friend @reohni ocs they are cool

Sydney Star Observer (June, 1993)

a beautiful country now just beautiful people.

i love this line because it's actually really important!! i see americans (rightfully) upset about things looking like they're crumbling - and yeah! it will be hard! and i wish people could just set aside their difference so it wouldn't be!

but even if not united, a country is filled with people. and there are people who, even if fighting against big things, will be brave, kind, and hopeful - and that's beautiful :]

fuck the police

really fucking pissed about police brutality in my community against a student driven palestine protest, so here's a poem to show for that

Tear gas strewn across faces

A flag flying despite it all

Wickedness at the head of an establishment

About to fall.

These people starve, they fight and wail, we hear and we listen, 

All of us listen, except those who truly matter. 

How much more blood. must be shed, before you finally quit your palaces of gold

And stand before the pile of corpses building outside your squeaky clean window?

How many more kids must be rendered hopeless and afraid

Of a future you are, again and again, willing to steal?

Hauling your oil around, until the ashes of this earth finally reach your shined shoes.

How many more voices must be silenced, and awoken yet again

How. Many. More. Cycles must we traverse?

How many more dictators, and revolutions, 

How many more years, until our own burning earth, will finally eat up your hate, 

And our hope?

When you stand, finally, watching your mansions of ignorance burn to the ground

Will you think of those kids? 

Will you think of a teen flattened to the ground, 

For daring to hope?

Will you think of the sight of a dying sunset, off the shores of a decimated nation, 

Awaiting the promise of night, now non differentiable from the promise of flames,

And bodies under rubble, 

Homes rendered to dust

A beautiful country now just beautiful people.

Will your tears run red, as you mourn the loss of your home, and will you understand, how hunger feels, 

When we haul you back to prison

Where you’ll rot, 

With no cash in your hands.

Will you understand then? 

Or will you understand now.

@intothepast9 @yourfavvvintj @fireflies-in-daisy-fields @prophecyhaunted @foxes-n-frogs

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YOU HAVE A GOOGLE SLIDE!?

what do you think of my baby 🥺

i have a common theme with my favorite pokemon (small)

I'm curious. Tag this with your sexuality and what your favorite M/F ship is.

hey so i’m braindumping but has anyone ever thought abt the transgender potential of like. a member of the fey clan. probably but im gonna talk abt it anyway.

you are small. and the women of your village loom over you in more ways than one. they are different in a way that is unlike you. maybe you are born to one of the powerful ones, a strong bloodline, your ability all but guaranteed. you are fussed over, coddled, the legacy of your mother and her mother and her mother’s mother. you will be powerful one day. but as time passes, you are not. you cannot change your body, cannot change your mind, cannot force yourself into the corners to make room for a new conciousness, be someone you are not. you are different in a way that is unlike them. maybe you wish you could. maybe this shows you something about yourself. maybe all it shows you is that those who coddled you only did so for the power they assumed you would bring them. maybe you are alone. maybe you were only ever meant to be yourself.

ALTERNATIVELY.

you are small. from a young age you know that you are not special. you envy the other girls around you, their community, the hushed whispers you can’t quite hear, the spaces that feel like home but deny you entry. they are a part of something large. you are a fragment, something small, built to support their weight. and yet you grow. there is power in you that people are convinced is wrong. it doesn’t belong to you, they are sure, but it is so familiar. it is you. you find yourself in others. not just the ones you can be, now, the ones whose voices you can return from the dark. the ones who always cared for you, loved you despite and because of whatever you felt had fragmented within you. the ones who knew you were something bigger, something familiar. there is power in finding yourself. there is power in finding home.

does ur thumb hurt. from all that scrolling./silly

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Michiko by @lunesartsworld !!!

she looks badass actually :] also very unique!

please give me your ocs to draw,,,

i think it's very cool that we just have little guys we spin in our brain and torture sometimes 💙

true love is gazing lovingly at your disaster partner who can't fold a blanket