you must reblog every sunday
Reblogging, Just because it’s sunday
Three minutes past. I could’ve avoided this lul.
It is Sunday. Therefore, it is relevant.
every sunday
Sunday
sHIT
I WAS GOING TO PASTE SOMETHING INTO A CHAT RP WHILE I WAS DAVE AND MY PARTNER WAS JOHN AND I JSUT MUST HAVE MISSED THE COPY BUTTON OR SOMETHING SO IT PASTED IN THE LAST THING I COPIED AND I DIDNT CHECK BEFORE I SENT SO I SENT THIS
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED
TG: …
what if there was a really flamboyant assassin and after they killed someone they just snapped their fingers, turned away and said ‘you’ve just been SASSassinated’
Hussie always seems to kill off the dream selves that relate to green first.
First Jade
Then jake
And UU
And nepeta’s and kanaya’s dream selves are dead too.
I think Hussie just doesn’t think green is a creative color.
my headphones have reached that stage where you have to hold them off the empire state building at a 39.5 degree angle and chant an african prayer for both sides to work
I’m no expert, but this is basically what I do.
If it even remotely helps one other person, than it was worth it to make this.
Sobs quietly into hands because Suna is a wonderful person who actually made this
Thank you so much, this helps me like you don’t even know
I can barely articulate words right now Also that ask looks stupid I wish I had worded myself better now and now everyone thinks I’m an idiot
- uu asks dirk to draw him some “pornography”
- uu says that dirk has drawn “pornography” his entire life
- uu believes that pictures of kids hugging and holding hands is “pornography” and is shocked when dirk interprets his request for pornography as a request for naked people doing it
- dirk has drawn “pornography” his entire life
- dirk has drawn himself jane jake and roxy hanging out
- for his entire life
When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’
God bless drag queens.
I’d like to believe I have a guardian drag queen looking out for me.
I wish the whole thing wasn’t in the title, it’s a little obnoxious, but this is such a touching story I’m going to post it anyways.
