Miss Alice Notbop

this is how lesbians text when you’re trying to figure out where to go for dinner

i forgot to post on the 1st but happy pride moth everyone!! go kiss someone if both of you want to and wear a cute outfit and know that you are loved!! (>o<)

every time i say velociraptor is very important to imagine a turkey-sized predatory bird and not the weird lizard thing from jurassic park

i don't know. maybe we are all fucked. maybe there really is nothing worth saving.

people in the notes trying to turn this around seem to be missing out on the context that it was posted in the middle of the night five minutes after I learned that a 19 year old trans girl in my city was stabbed to death yesterday. to hell with all of it. to hell with this country, to hell with this world, to hell with this society we've built that not only allows but encourages this. to hell with all of it.

i've talked a lot about the internal discord between a principle of and belief in rehabilitative justice and the desire to strike back at those who have done horrible things, and this is what i mean. because i do believe everyone deserves the right to a second chance. the right to change. the right to live. but what i believe isn't always what i feel. because god damn it all if i don't want to see the guy who did this hanging from the highest yardarm with his skin peeled back and his raw muscles burning in the midday sun as he screames out his final breath into a world as uncaring and uninterested in his continued life as he was in hers. i want to see him suffer. i want to see him die slowly, and i want to see the same of everyone who has enabled the world in which someone like him could feel so hateful and empowered as to kill a teenage girl for the fact of her birth and her bravery in existing. i want it to hurt, and i want him to know that he deserves it. i want him to feel the helplessness of living in an uncaring world.

this chocolate milk is rutting into my mouth and cumming down my throat

wikipe-tan bashfully acquiescing into doing more and more embarrassing kinks in the name of academic thoroughness

“You… you need a p-public domain image for bimbofication?” and so on and so forth

I love this image so much. it’s so lovingly made. it’s so earnest. it was made with a level of passion and delicacy exclusively reserved for perverts. this was not “we need an image for shipping discourse haha wouldn’t this be silly” this was made with more yearning than the human body can bear

unstoppable force (my constant need for attention) vs immovable object (my debilitating fear of being annoying)