Fuck That Life Fucking Sucks

THE SHAPE OF WATER (2017) dir. Guillermo del Toro

These are the best tags @puddle–wonderful

this just made me realize… pretty much all of the monsterfuckers I know have some sort of disability or are LGBT+ (tho most of the LGBT+ ones also have disabilities; the rest might idk). I’m trying to think of one who doesn’t fit either/both categories and I’m coming up blank.

This is a REALLY good article about why monsters mean so much to trans folks, and it just… it says what I’ve never been able to articulate as a trans man who resonates with monsters.

Y'all just hit reblog when you see "gay" and "bread"

God I really wish carrying stuffed animals around with you was socially acceptable

I don’t mean to take over a post, but I actually did a project on this for my sociology of deviance class in college!

I carried a large stuffed rabbit whenever I went in public for about a week to observe the reaction of others. The point of the project was to do something harmless yet unusual to see if the action would be considered deviant, in which case someone had to try to correct or shame the behavior.

Long story short, nobody tried to correct my behavior. I was asked about it casually, had a few lingering stares thrown my way and when I was with my boyfriend, shop employees would direct questions to him instead of me. However, nobody refused to assist me when I was alone in a store, nobody said anything about the rabbit besides “oh, thats a cute bunny!” and I attended college classes without even a teacher questioning it.

In conclusion, it is socially acceptable to carry a stuffed animal, its just not a societal norm. ^^

#for followers with a big anxiety or self hate problem #bring a friend with you (via @kingdom-for-muses)

DOING IT

My friend gave me a stuffed monkey plushy when I was struggling with uni, and I took him everywhere for like four years, usually velcrod to my backpack. No one said a damn thing, except my renaissance professor who saw it one day in the hallway and cracked the fuck up because I had a literal monkey on my back and he just looked at me like, “oh god, me too”. I used to leave him on desks during classes and exams (the monkey, not my prof). It was my reminder that someone cared if I was coping. But more than that it was soothing to have something to fidget with that wasn’t a pen. I used to ping those fucking things across the room I was so agitated. Harder to hurt people with a projectile stuffed monkey.

I got what I thought was a normal screen cleaning kit for my computer while I was in college. Much to my delight, instead of a little washcloth or whatever, the kit came with a tiny stuffed pig. 

So I carried this pig in my backpack all through college, periodically taking it out, spraying my screen, and using the pig to wipe it off. 

Now, I kept the pig in the side pocket of my bag where he was completely visible.

Then one day in screenwriting class I pulled him out to wipe my screen. 

One of the guys sitting next to me looked appalled. “You’re wiping it off with your little stuffed animal??” 

I explained what the pig was. 

Turns out, the guy had noticed it and just thought it was adorable I carried a stuffed animal with me every day. He’d never mentioned it before. 

Honestly, people do not care, and will not say anything. No matter the reason for your little stuffed animal friend. 

And if you’re still really nervous about it keep a stuffed animal keychain on your bag. I have a cute little frog that stays on my backpack so when work gets stressful I can squeeze it.

For my anxious followers.

Confirmed. I take my Venom tsum tsum to uni when I need a little mental boost. The little goo always brings me good luck and overall makes my day just a tiny bit better. I haven’t received a single comment about them so far.

Bring your stuffed buddies to class/work/whatever, guys. People don’t care.

I have a couple of Ikea sharks* and have had cause to periodically carry them around in public - one of which I bought with the last $15 I had at the time, after making a series of big life changes. “This is frivolous and I don’t have to care about that because I’m getting paid shortly—I’m going to do it!”

The reactions I get range from amusement through delight and “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT” but so far, never disapproval.

The moral of the story is Carry Your Emotional Support Plushie With Pride, You Deserve It.

*pictured: not my shark

true story: I once had an appallingly awful day at the hell job and it coincided with my giant squishy Baymax being delivered from China, and no lie I hugged on that Baymax to keep from crying until it was time to leave

I travel with DC (”Don’t Care”) the Emotional Support Honey Badger.  I go through TSA with him attached to my backpack, I hug him when I sleep in transit, I prop him next to me in cafes in cities, towns, and rural areas.  The only time anyone’s ever so much as raised an eyebrow at me was the TSA agent who recognized what he was, and asked it he could get his picture taken with him.

People don’t judge.  Kids think you’re awesome. You get a companion who never judges you.  It’s all win.

I know probably everyone has seen this post already, but its too good not to reblog.

Don’t be afraid to carry your comfort items around with you! :D I take some of my stuffed friends to work sometimes, and no one ever bats an eye at them!

*looks at my pink teddy bear I named Ruby* you’re coming to college with me and that’s not a choice

This post made me cry bcuz sometimes i feel bad for having stuffed animals/plushies

i needed this a lot

the boyfriend had to go to hospital two years ago, big heart surgery and he wanted something of mine so I gave him my stuffed Toothless which I’ve gotten from the BFF a while back. Toothless sat on his nightstand in three different hospitals, watching over him and nobody even batted an eye. some nurses asked about him, but that was all. He was there when he came out of surgery and has been HIS ever since. so yeah, carry your emotional support plushy with you. It helps YOU and that’s all that matters!!! 

I take Tigz, the plushie Tiger I’ve had nearly forty years, with me on holiday because I can’t sleep without him. Every hotel I’ve stayed at I’ve come back to find room service have made the bed, changed the towels… And tucked Tigz up in the bed with his squashed little head on the pillow, or put him by the window so he can enjoy the view, or put in a comfy armchair with a book for company.

Seriously, if anyone takes offence to your plush, it’s their problem, not you. And IKEA sharks are AMAZING

I don’t really have many plushies (except for a life-size giant isopod plush I got for my birthday. But she lives on my bed), but I do have lots of plastic dinosaurs and other little toys that I’ll sometimes bring in the car or even in a bag to work just for something fun and comforting. The exact toy tends to cycle- sometimes it’s a Safari Dilophosaurus, sometimes it’s a little plastic otter. Right now it’s one of those McDonald’s big-head toys of Wanda Maximoff.

Bring your toys where you damn want if they make you feel good.

MOTHER OF GOD

ARE YOU FUCKIN

OH GOD ITS BACK

DEAR GOD THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TUMBLR POSTS IN EXISTENCE.

YOU THINK JUST THE NOISE IS FUNNY AND FITS WITH THE GIF REALLY WELL

BUT THEN

THEN

THE LYRICS START

seriously i have almost crashed my car into a telephone pole, becuase I suddenly thought of this post and started laughing uncontrollably

modern day who’s on second

“me saw who! me saw who!!!”

I cannot stop watching this video. It’s fucking hilarious and I’ve watching it’s approximately 20 times already

blessed beltane 🌼 remember that regardless of the winter, spring will always return

watercolor on bone (found deer jaw, judging by marks, eaten by another mammal)

Hey all, just a tip because I haven’t seen it anywhere yet.

More news like this please

AU where the plot of SPN never happens so Sam gets to go to law school and then his first big case is prosecuting a man on several identity theft charges and then that man is John Winchester. Sam is giddy.

Dean shows up to confront him, but the next case Sam has is clearly some poor lady framed by a shapeshifter. Shenanigans follow with Dean hunting the shapeshifter while Sam tries to figure out a legal way to get this poor woman he’s supposed to be prosecuting off the hook without hurting his budding career. Dean & Sam eventually make up, but the story turns into a supernatural courtroom drama-comedy where Sam has to do things like prosecute a murderer based on the victim’s ghost testimony. 

when someone asks me to do a drawing tutorial

MAD PIANO/SUPER MARIO 64

watch out for this guy

SOUND ON.

when a post flops:

younger me: ah.... it wasn't good enough..... I'm a failure...... :"(

present me: I'm gonna keep reblogging it until y'all give it notes and that is a THREAT ^w^