The Worst Part Of Pride Each Year Is Riding The Subway Late At Night And Seeing The Gay Guys, Mostly

The worst part of Pride each year is riding the subway late at night and seeing the gay guys, mostly the ones riding by themselves, slowly take off their rainbow stickers and beads and what-not in preparation for their walk alone in their neighborhood, doing their best to prevent the off-chance of being jumped. I saw one guy with a flag in his bag turn it upside down so it wouldn’t poke out.

So yeah, fuck that heterosexual pride day nonsense.

finally taking the time to listen to the mechanisms … on ulysses dies at dawn & hades is serving some mr. ceiling energy and i’m here for it

i looooove characters who are sacrificial lamb coded. characters who have never lived for themselves. characters born to be a tool, a weapon, a sacrifice, all of the above. a character raised by the heroes to save the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. a character raised by the villains to end the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. characters who are denied personhood so they can be used as tools instead. characters who never even had a chance to be people because they were shaped into something else from the moment they were born. characters who were born to die.

y'all ever reach the end of google

idk if this is a warning to others or a mark of solidarity

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

keeping this

Peeling paint or peeling skin, how do you cover up your sins?