“keep up, mama!” little feet navigate the rocks with deceptive ease. his trainers are in the bag on his back - dinosaur shaped and hideously green, to match the dinosaurs on his shoes - and the sand gets caught up between his toes in shell-lumps. it doesn’t matter though. they are on an adventure!
“I’m Jon Snow, and all my brain power goes toward growing my beautiful curls so there’s none left for critical thinking skills. Herp derp look at my hair!”
Pink Prison, a comic I did for my color theory class this semester! we had to pick a color, research it, and do a piece related to it somehow. i chose pink :)
june is NOT pride month. it’s the month when people on the internet who have never been in irl lgbt spaces or have irl lgbt friends will be like “lgbt people need to STOP sucking and FUCKING during pride parades” and then when you go to a parade, instead of seeing the promised sucking and fucking, you get pelted with gay pens from bank of america
respectfully, shows about queer middle-aged characters who do wild nonsensical shit>>>>shows about high schoolers that focus on the exploration of sexuality
DC Twitter must have been INSANE when it got out that Superboy’s dads were Superman and Lex Luthor. Holy shit. The memes. The ship wars. The homophobes. The mpreg jokes. People would have lost their fucking minds. Lex Luthor releases a statement like “he’s a clone of me and Superman no birth was involved” and people are like KINDA GAY OF YOU TO HAVE A SON WITH ANOTHER MAN, LUTHOR. Lexcorp’s PR team locks themselves in a conference room and refuses to come out for love or money.
tumblr is my preferred social media site partly because it has real basement energy.
like, everything that happens on tumblr is kind of happening, spiritually speaking, in somebody's basement. different kinds of basements in different kinds of posts, of course—sometimes the basement is finished and you're down there with friends in a giddy slumber party and sometimes you are covered in mud and crouching gibbering in someone's storm cellar, but that basement feeling remains.
twitter? instagram? tiktok? those are above-ground apps, my friend. out there in the open air where anything could find you. i'll take my social media experience at worm-level, please.