(Happy disability pride month, heres a short post to see if you wanna help a disabled trans person get back on xeir feet a lil bit from xeir own mistakes)
[Keeping it simpler for now to make this easier I might add more later yaay]
[Blinkies under here btw, be careful!]
Ok youknow what im leaving this up to tumblr, I made this guy his name is Reftor and I like him a lot but I don’t know what to draw with him, open offer to give me things to do to this thing
Fuck all yall all I win at birthday cake
fuck 4chan
fuck twitter
fuck reddit
fuck tumblr
and fuck you
the cici's pizza mr pibb hits different
could you make up some more words please :)
wawa gobbler
belly laughing while sloshing my chalice around in my many ringed hand
I WONT LIE FOLKS, THIS WHOLE YEAR HAS BEEN AN EXERCIZE IN STOPPING THE BLEEDING. BUT *CROWD LAUGHS* THAT DOES NOT CLOSE THE WOUND *UPROARIOUS LAUGHTER* NO IT DOES NOT.
I think I may've been one of the first to make Canon Human Scag art and it was birthday gift yume art for our beloved psys @nnugatoryextravagance <3 #Floppycopter4Ever
There’s a certain folkloric idea that if you die at sea, your soul is sort of. Inextricably stuck in the sea. Because your body is irretrievable, your soul is also irretrievable, down out of the reach of the gods who look at the surface of the world. In Norse mythology, they said that the souls of sailors who died at sea are caught in the sea-goddess Rán’s net and dragged into her domain, a distinct and separate afterlife alongside Hel and Valhalla. Davy Jones Locker. The funayūrei. A lot of cultures agree that once sea has a hold on you, even when your body has rotted and dwindled and been made food for crabs, it still won’t let you go.
Do you think we’re going to wind up saying the same thing about astronauts.
