Want some queer movies to watch that aren’t American? I’ve been slowly compiling a list of non-American queer cinema on Letterboxd. It isn’t finished yet, but there are already upwards of 1000 movies and Africa is finished for the time.
Actually your society is the freaks for shooting everything that moves and burning half your “nature reserves” every year so that upperclass dandies can eat leaded pheasant. North Americans are the well adjusted ones here, your country has become a desolate suburban lawn in island form
If you get a new blog following you and immediately sending you an ask requesting help with vet bills for their cat, that is a scam. It is always a scam.
This time, the blog in question was created yesterday and reblogged a ton of stuff to seem legit.
This is one of those works of art that sticks with you forever. My partner and I first saw this comic years ago and quote the “okay, but like…” in our dogs’ voice several times a week.
I do love that every dog owner who has ever seen this just immediately goes “using that forever”
I’m a survivor of the terror attacks who lived 4 blocks east of the World Trade Center. I lost my home that day, spent years homeless and destitute, and I carry a Zadroga Act diagnosis of 9/11-connected PTSD. If anyone who’s doing this RP needs character coaching or if you need help with authentic scenarios, I’m available for consulting services at reasonable rates. DM me here or leave your number on the men’s room wall at any leather bar and it’ll get to me in 24 hours. Happy 9/11 y'all, and remember fireworks are unsafe and illegal in most jurisdictions.
my favorite thing about this post is all the people who chose to use the default icon defending themselves in the notes like no stop it just put a picture up
Loving this energy
*wipes tear* they learn tumblr culture so fast … the spite … the malicious compliance of it all … I’m so proud
this is going to sound insane but today this girl drove me home from school, then back again because i forgot to turn in my graduation form, then back to my house and at one point in the car, she went “you know, as far as dykes at this school go, we’re kind of the only two staying in town” and i was so fucking scared she was going to hit on me or something, but she just grinned and went “we need to get this place a gay bar or something” and i swear to god i felt so much love for the human race in that moment
no because the other thing is we were both sitting there in our bras because it was so fucking hot in her car and she had the country station on and we both smelled so fucking bad and i was so fucking pissed about something dumb and she just got a text from her mom that the fridge was empty and i hadn’t eaten all day and we haven’t spoken in nearly a year but hearing her say that, hearing her call me that, made me suddenly feel so much better.
like, she doesn’t know shit about me, but she knows one thing- that we are the same, and we are not alone.
the context behind the conversation was really important too, she was talking about being mixed race and bisexual and i mentioned being disabled and a lesbian and she went really quiet for a bit and then went “damn, we were never built to live here of all places” and she was so fucking right
sorry just. the solidarity of two people trapped in a place not built for them is making me emotional
