I go by Ollie. (Born in 2000) Honestly I don't really know what I am doing with this... Well anyways anyone is welcome here. I support LGBTQ+, racial diversity, religious diversity, mental health, ability/lack of ability and other groups who are suffering because of prejudice against them. Welcome to my safe space. Listen, learn, check your bias, educate, and stand together. We can all always learn. I am in so many fandoms, feel free to ask me questions! 🏳️🌈 Did I mention I’m super gay?Also will talk/rant about topics things I’m passionate about, relate to my passions, or that spark my interest- so many hyperfixations
Guillermo what were YOU doing at the devil's sacrament??
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ID: 1. Waist up of The Guide and Nandor on a mottled peach background. The Guide leans toward him, twirling her hair with a free hand, and asks flirtatiously, "So are you a big spoon or a little spoon?" Nandor looks over questioningly while twiddling his hands. 2. Waist up of Nandor from the Guide's POV as he turns toward her and looms with an imperious grin, pressing his fingers to his chest. He replies, "I'm a knife." Laszlo and Nadja stand in the background behind him with Guillermo passing by behind them. In unison, all three turn their heads toward The Guide and say "He's a little spoon." 3. Repeat. Nandor whips his head toward the three, cheeks flushed and mouth screwed up in embarrassment. Nadja and Laszlo turn their heads toward Guillermo questioningly. Guillermo looks away awkwardly, face red and sweating. /end ID
Genuinely, I don’t know how else to get the word out, but I feel like if your home-cooked dinners don’t taste right, you're missing either paprika, sugar, butter, or chicken bouillon.
It's Lesbian Visibility Week, an excellent time to be celebrating women who love women. Give it up for the sapphics, their muses, and the gorgeous art that honors them.
6’2 and standing at the front of the crowd is crazy. you already have an advantage just by being alive brother. blocking out all the sunlight. life on the forest floor, withering away