Where You Put Your Tongue On The Guitar Changes The Act Do You Understand Me?

Me: you know what, fuck modernism. *proceeds to write a masqurade ball fanfic*

see it never even occurs to me that you can fight & kill vampires. that’s not my first, immediate thought when i see them. not the penetration i have in mind

i love how delusional some articles of clothing are, like you read the tag and its like “hand wash only/tumble dry on low” son you are a cotton tshirt. youre going in the warsh and whatever happens in there is in gods hands

how queer people have felt for the last millenium but, you know, continue.

The straights are mad about the amount of gayness in The Sandman

"Wound from a rupture of a projectile" Medical illustration by William Schultz, 1863 [Edit: I'm unsure about the author of this work. This is the only credit I found]

There are two basic arguments for shutting the fuck up about cishets at Pride.

First: What if a trans kid asks their parents to show their support by attending Pride with them? What if a lesbian can only attend pride if she gets a ride from someone and the only person willing and able to drive her is her straight brother? What if a bi disabled person can't attend a large outdoor event without hands-on assistance from their straight partner? What if someone just wants to bring their fucking friends? What if, contrary to popular tumblr discourse, most queers don't inhabit perfectly pure social bubbles populated only by other queers? What if it's none of your business?

Second and perhaps more important: If you think you can tell that someone is CIS, let alone HET, by LOOKING at them, you are a cop and an idiot.

im easily enraptured by violence and bloodshed