On My 100th Rewatch Of The Gamers Little Playground No Commentary Lets Play And My God. I Love Them All

On my 100th rewatch of the Gamer’s Little Playground no commentary lets play and my god. I love them all so much. Seasons 1 and 2 are best don’t @ me

hey sweet pea 🍊🌸

The one night I decide to check my tumblr again and I have a bunch of notes from art I made 10 years ago for a crack ship I forgot about 😅

Anyway, thanks for the love, here’s a new quick sketch from me 🥰

found my very old fanart of them 2day and decided to redraw it

tell your cat i said pspsps

A part of me is ready to just end it all. My father has decided to just worm his way back into my life, now suddenly wanting to be a father suddenly now that his marriage has fallen apart. He's just like my mom. They act like I'm an idiot, incapable, just to be talked over and have people do things for me, then get mad when I don't know it. They talk about me living with them forever, not want me to go anywhere, make comments about me not being able to stay away from home. They only call me when they want somebody to mother them. I'm too stupid to be on my own or make decisions for myself, but yeah, go ahead and call me to baby you and do what you need me to do, or when you're lonely. Don't respect my boundaries or what I tell you. I guess I'm still 13. 10 years means nothing. Nothing I did meant anything.

Even with friendships, I'm only liked because they're lonely and miss somebody else, I'm a backup. Everything, nobody cares how they've treated me, and still expect me to bend over backwards or drop everything for them. I want to pack up and leave, yet I don't know where to go. There's nowhere to go. I feel like I'm disposable, there to be picked up when needed but on my own the rest. I wish I knew where to go, but I feel out of place everywhere and I'm so emotionally drained. Everybody acts like when I'm anything but fine it's a hassle and I'm dramatic. Idk what I've done but it's just my curse I guess. I should've ended it and stayed in 2014 forever.

do not forget the patron saint of these weeks that we celebrate ourselves proudly and openly in the streets

her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

thank you, Marsha. we remember you.