THE QUEER TRAIN AIN'T GOT NO BRAKES

don't👏watch👏SAO👏if👏you👏haven't👏been👏trapped👏in👏a👏game

you👏couldve👏stopped👏at👏dont👏watch👏sao

IT’S GOTTEN BETTER!

This post is immaculate

This is one of my favourite things to look at

holy shit this stuff is back

The Gravity Falls one though

@kingduck303

When My Uncle, who’s completely deaf, was about 17, he got in a heated argument with my great aunt, his mother.  They were furiously signing back and forth.  Suddenly they both stopped and started laughing and laughing.  My great aunt had accidentally signed, “Don’t you yell at me.”

If I witnessed that Bruh omg 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Use your inside hands!”

USE YOUR INSIDE HANDS IM

I read in the paper that my brothers are being thrown from rooftops blindfolded with their hands tied behind their backs for violating sharia law. I heard the crowds stone these fallen men if they move after they hit the ground. I heard it’s in the name of God. I heard my pastor speak for God too, quoting scripture from his book. Words like abomination popped off my skin like hot grease as he went on to describe a lake of fire that God wanted me in. I heard on the news that the aftermath of a hate crime left piles of bodies on a dance floor this month. I heard the gunman feigned dead among all the people he killed. I heard the news say he was one of us. I was six years old when I heard my dad call our transgender waitress a faggot as he dragged me out a neighborhood diner saying we wouldn’t be served because she was dirty. That was the last afternoon I saw my father and the first time I heard that word, I think, although it wouldn’t shock me if it wasn’t. Many hate us and wish we didn’t exist. Many are annoyed by our wanting to be married like everyone else or use the correct restroom like everyone else. Many don’t see anything wrong with passing down the same old values that send thousands of kids into suicidal depression each year. So we say pride and we express love for who and what we are. Because who else will in earnest? I daydream on the idea that maybe all this barbarism and all these transgressions against ourselves is an equal and opposite reaction to something better happening in this world, some great swelling wave of openness and wakefulness out here. Reality by comparison looks grey, as in neither black nor white but also bleak. We are all God’s children, I heard. I left my siblings out of it and spoke with my maker directly and I think he sounds a lot like myself. If I being myself were more awesome at being detached from my own story in a way I being myself never could be. I wanna know what others hear, I’m scared to know but I wanna know what everyone hears when they talk to God. Do the insane hear the voice distorted? Do the indoctrinated hear another voice entirely?

NO END IN SIGHT TO THE MADNESS

How do you kinkshame someone whose kink is shame without having to kinkshame yourself for shaming someone who gets off on shame?

HOW MUCH KINK COULD A KINKSHAME SHAME IF A KINKSHAME COULD SHAME KINK?

maybe the real kinks are the kinks we shamed along the way

Do you ever find these posts where you look at them and wonder what digital archaeologists in the year 3016 will say.