therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.
cunt dracula:
[jojo pose] count dracula. [different jojo pose] nice to meet you. [jojo walk cycle] alexa, turn down the music! [the obnoxious music doesn't change volume] mr harker
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therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.
cunt dracula:
[jojo pose] count dracula. [different jojo pose] nice to meet you. [jojo walk cycle] alexa, turn down the music! [the obnoxious music doesn't change volume] mr harker

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Pro tip: Donāt go to Dr. Mario for your prostate exam.
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WHY ARE HIS NIPPLES CENSORED
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so apparently itās skids day for the festival of the lost light but i didnāt complete this but iāve only posted about it on twitter yet so :ā)
iāve managed to audio synch the first third of it, [the last cut isāt finished], but I have not made very big progress. Iāve only had less than an hour to work on this in the past few months ):
and then here are gifs that arenāt animated/synched to audio yet [animation file corrupted in last gif so i have to redraw those oTL]
and smoke and stuff from that last shot
HOLLLLYY CRAP. This is amazing.
What manner of spectacular art sorcery is this?!?!?!??! /O n O\
It all looks so well animated, and the sound in the videos and DAMN i n iĀ
jfc @shokveyv this is just perfect /TTnTT\
THIS IS WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS WHEN YOU FORGET TO RINSE THE TUB OUT AFTER USING A LUSH INTERGALATIC BATHBOMB!
Heās fine. He got a bath.
Lush glitter is made of seaweed.
glitter cat is amazing
;>_> *looks at own black cat and deeply considers making own glitter version*

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this was blocked on youtube nobody will ever see my greatest failure
i was wrong
Since joining Tumblr, Iāve met a lot of young queer people. Look, Iām a bisexual man in a gay relationship, and Iām approaching 30. I was still a kid when Matthew Shepardās story was being covered on the news. I remember thinking, āI better keep my mouth shut about these feelings Iām having.ā
And then I met Dominic when I was 12, and people could see how in love we were. And we got the shit beat out of us. The year I met him, some kids in the grade above me held me down against the bleachers in our gym and stomped on my hand until my fingers broke. Instead of sending me to the nurse, the teacher sent me to the assistant principal to explain the situation. She asked why the kids had beat me up. I said, āThey were calling me gay.ā
Her response was, āWell, are you?ā
My, āI donāt know,ā earned a call to my parents, and I was outed. Efforts were made to keep me from seeing Dom. Throughout high school, Domās stepmother intensified these efforts. He slept in the basement of the house. Although he was an incredibly talented student, he was prohibited from participating in any extracurriculars. He suffered a lot of physical abuse during those years.
The day he turned 18, he packed up everything he had and walked to my house, and weāve lived together ever since. Things are better, but theyāre not perfect. Iāve had trucks pull up next to me at stoplights and, seeing the pride sticker on my car, through old drinks and garbage into my window. I no longer speak to my dadās side of the family. I havenāt been to see them for Christmas or Thanksgiving in years. One of my uncles had cornered me at Thanksgiving when I was 17 and said, āIām not going to judge you, but Iād be happy to break your neck so God can do the judging a little sooner.ā
I joined a support group for trans and intersex people. When I joined, 40 people attended regularly. Within the year, the group was half the size it had been. Some couldnāt make it anymore, because they were staying at the shelter, where their stay hinged on them agreeing to instead to attend homophobic sermons. Some were put in correctional therapy. Five of them died. Three of those, I didnāt know, but I knew Alex, the 19 year old who was fag-dragged in Kentucky and died a day later in the hospital, and I knew Stephanie, who went home to Alabama to care for her mom in hospice and was beaten to death with a baseball bat by her momās boyfriend.
Tumblr is not reality. The dynamic here does not reflect the dynamic out there. Hereās the part where I finally make a point, and it might be extremely unpopular - but guys, value your allies. Value each other. We are met with enough hate in our daily lives to enter an online safe-space and meet more hate from our own, over petty things. Donāt go after one another over every little thing you find problematic.
Learn to see nuance. Maybe the word āqueerā bothers you, and you see a gay man using it as an umbrella term. Maybe someone called a trans man a trans woman because theyāre confused about terminology, but the post where they did it was voicing support for the trans community. Maybe someone is just asking a question, wanting to learn more. Stop. Attacking. These. People.
Allies are being driven away. Members of our own community are being ostracized. Others are feeling nervous and estranged, and itās largely because of places like Tumblr, where the social justice movement is quickly becoming violent and radical. I am begging you, stop nitpicking āproblematicā things and start directing your efforts to create real change. When it comes to comes to your allies, forget the āsocial justice warriorā mentality and put down your torch. Educate calmly. Be respectful. Be understanding. Be forgiving. And Iām certainly not saying that your anger doesnāt have a good place - when you are met with bigots on the street, congress members who want to pass hateful laws, violent protesters, abusive parents, prejudiced teachers, thatĀ is when you need to be a warrior. Thatās when it counts. In the real world. When you have the opportunity to protect people from real harm. Attacking your would-be allies via anonymous asks is just going to lose us ground in the long run. And we donāt have time for that, not when trans women of color are being murdered every day, not when states are still fighting against marriage equality, not when there are politicians in office who believe that trans people are possessed by demons, not when weāve just lost 50 brothers and sisters to one gunman, not when the media wonāt even admit that the attack was homophobic.
Please step back. Look at the big picture. Look at where we are, globally. Donāt just log on to your safe space and attack your allies over small missteps. Thatās like washing the dishes in a house thatās on fire, kids. Letās fight on the battlefield, and when we come home to each other, letās just focus on bandaging up our wounds so we can go out and win the war.
Signal boost to this unbelievably important message.
Whenever I see people attacking others for things they might not even be familiar enough with to know how to educate themselves on yet (despite the sentiments being in the right place) it always makes me think of this one time I was riding the subway and saw an old man who had fallen down the stairs and was in extremely bad shape. The medical people had been called and were doing their job, but everyone was scared and upset and feeling helpless. There was nothing I could do but stay out of the way, so I left and I just remember the feeling of getting further and further away from the site of the accident, and how that bubble of awareness kind of slowly evaporated. You turn the corner from the immediate vicinity where everyone was panicking and you pass by people who have not seen the old man, but could tell from the commotion and worried faces that something was wrong. Then you turn another corner and even fewer people are aware something terrible happened down the hall.
I remember getting up to the street, where absolutely no one had any reason to know that there was an old man dying so close to them and getting this surge of completely irrational anger. Like āhow can you all be so happy at a time like this? DONāT YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHATāS GOING ON?ā, and to a lesser extent, almost like I was angry at the idea that I had to experience this scene and feel bad about it but they would never have any reason to know about the situation happening underground
Of course rationally I knew that obviously there was know way they could know or appreciate what had happened on the subway, but that gut reptilian brain reaction of āhow can you be ignorant about this thing that is consuming my whole head right nowā really made me stop and take stock of how easy it is to forget that some people havenāt gone through all the same doors that you have yet. Sometimes people are just going to be so removed from situations they canāt even KNOW how much they donāt know yet.
I suffered from really bad chronic nosebleeds when I was a kid and one time i had one so bad it covered my face and chest and shirt. i mean it was everywhere i looked like iād just eaten someone. so i go to my mom and tap her awake and she opens her eyes to see a blood soaked child leaning over her in the dark sayingĀ āplease helpā and to this day and can still hear her screaming
im crying omg
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I need to get this!
A LITTLE LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK

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I love how itās canon Anders canāt play the lute like can you imagine Hawke walks into their room and heās on the bed all seductive with the lute and he strums it and it sounds like a dying squirrel and Hawke just falls over from laughing like āshut up, holy andraste, what if my mom hears youā
cassandra: how would we lay a trap for the warden who blew up the chantry varric: put 10 perfectly-tuned lutes in a circle in the wilderness somewhere and heāll come along just to fuck up the strings
four horsemen of the apocalypse
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That one time Slade thought Clark Kent was Bruce Wayne and slipped him a Neurotoxin Mickey only to get his ass kicked anyway.
This comic is great!
[Superman: American Alien #3]
Best.
AMAZING LMAO
āTa-dah! Sard borken.ā
Fav comic panel in the history of comic panels.
This is the best āvillain gets Clark and Bruce mixed upā situation Iāve ever seen.
I had no idea why you could take Renās tail off, what purpose does it serve? Thereās no alternative tail, he just had a stump!
Then I realized somethingā¦
āAoba, Iām over 9,000ā
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youāve angered the beans
Beans -> sharp beans

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