Nowy Papież Szczerze Mocne

god i know im just drawing the same scene literally everyone else is in my basic af style but i wanted to put together a print of the boys because i am unwell :') so here's one more meager addition to the pile. godspeed jayvik nation.

Best Luke character, round 2 (269)

(this is gonna be a bloodbath)

do care + did ask + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you + im hugging you

it fucking kills me that eurydice died twice. once because orpheus wouldn’t look at her and once because he did

veggie bowl, crocheted for my little niece's second birthday 🍋🍏🍊

Is that a valid argument in your pants or is it just a phallacy?

I’m sorry but if there is one thing the Tumblr left needs crucially, it’s the ability to celebrate.

I remember when marriage equality was called and there were waves of rainbows and love wins posts. When we successfully defeated Donald Trump, there was lukewarm relief, a reminder that you were only allowed one or maybe two days to celebrate and then it was back to work. That is if you were even a good person for voting Biden. We never did settle if he was better than Trump. (We did.). We didn’t celebrate student loan debt relief or any of the accomplishments of the Biden administration, or any of the times Trump was blocked, or other countries succeeding in keeping fascists out of office. Who cares if we had successes? It’s not good enough. Back to work!

And this anti-celebratory attitude stretches back to the past. On the 100th anniversary of female suffrage in America, we were reminded that not all women had the vote and so we weren’t allowed to celebrate. The only post I saw about Juneteenth was reminding us that there were enslaved people who were killed instead of freed and therefore celebrating the end of chattel slavery was wrong, and besides, we have prison labor so nothing really changed or got better and there’s nothing to celebrate anyway. Trans Day of Visibility comes with Trans Day of Remembrance so that people don’t fill the tags with hate crimes and death. So on and so forth. Nothing gets better. Nothing changes. Back to work!

So of course when we have a major setback, we fall apart and have to start frantic damage control. Frantic discourse ensues over how much people are allowed to unplug before it becomes bad and selfish. Yes, maybe you can have this one day off Mr. Cratchit but you better be here and miserable early the next morning. Like abusive bosses always insisting you squeeze out more, more, more, and any achievement is just proof you were lazy the other times and impetus for more work.

If we are never allowed to acknowledge any of our victories, how are we supposed to survive our defeats?

Crowley's best look By Far was his 60s get up, I will not be taking any comments at this time

(Part I, part II)