Pretty much every episode

Adrien growing up in the Agreste Household X

this was funny so i animated it i guess lol

Twitter discourse brought this map to my attention today and the ACCURACY is just. 🤌

sorry I saw a post about AAVE and got fired up and had to make this

And probly classist

Just cuz you can't understand code switching doesn't mean everyone who can understand and use it is less intelligent/"proper"/etc. You're just jealous

coming of age checklist:

✔️get gay and/or trans

✔️ realize the “shitty” music you listened to as a preteen is good, actually

✔️unlearn gov propaganda

✔️ think a lot bout starting an lgbt subsistence based commune with friends

thinking out loud

it’s just one of those croissant days

we love a recovery

This doesn’t just strike a chord with me, it’s the whole gosh darn song.

One of those fandom things that I love is when there’s new characters around and, with the unwavering confidence of an old farmer appraising cattle, fanfic authors take one good look at them, tilt their imaginary hat, and go “Aye. Praise kink, that one. Mighty case of praise kink if I ever saw one.” And everyone else just “aye.”

Not to mention the plot tropes.

“I don’t think the Highschool AU is going to come in too strong this year. Fandoms a touch jaded for that. But the hurt/comfort is growin’ thick as weeds and twice as fast. It’ll be a good harvest, fer sure.”

colour-code your infants so strangers know what their genitals look like

this is THE WORST idea anyone has ever had on this site. ever.

yeah you’re right……haha……..imagine some sort of dystopia where newborns were dressed in certain colours according to their genitals……….jeez……..how fucked up would that be……..how could I have ever come up with something so silly

good job everyone

we’re doing great guys keep it up

Society: Capitalism and the free market is great because it lets customers CHOOSE who’s the best company and then that company makes all the money while lesser companies have to improve or die.

Millenials: *boycott companies that benefit off exploitation of people and natural resources*

Society: WAIT NO NOT LIKE THAT

Conservatives: Let the free market decide!

Millenials:

me, rereading the part where butch goes through old pics and videos of buttercup for the 57th time:

Sometimes I just sit and think about how Aziraphale and Crowley spent several years giving some ordinary human kid THE weirdest possible upbringing of all time.

uhhhhhhh fic of Warlock as an adult where he mentions things offhandedly in therapy sometimes and his therapist is EXTREMELYY???????? CONFUSED????????????

Warlock: Yeah, when I was a kid it always seemed like the adults around me were trying to use me for their own reasons. My Dad had his Super Macho, American Man thing he was trying to project on me and I think Mom was trying to use me to get back at him in some way because she felt neglected…

Therapist: That sounds frustrating.

Warlock: God, you have no idea. And then there was my Nanny and the gardener.

Therapist: Did you have close relationships with them?

Warlock: Yeah, I loved them, but it was always “Warlock, you must love and respect all of God’s creatures and only use your power for good, don’t listen to Nanny, blah blah” and then Nanny would be all “Warlock, all creatures exist only to be ground under your heel, all the powers of Hell are at your disposal”.

Therapist: …

Warlock: I caught them making out in the pantry once, it was really jarring. 

A little late with this meme but…

despite my many fantasies about it i just wouldn’t make it in the victorian era. i don’t have it in me. one of my close, ambiguously gay companions would tenderly brush a strand of hair back from my forehead, or hold my hand while rubbing their thumb over the back soothingly in a show of emotional support, or send me a heartfelt, affectionate letter lamenting our time apart and looking forward to our next meeting with dried flowers handpicked and pressed into the paper and i’d just end up sprawled over the nearest couch or draped languidly across my four-poster bed, letter still clutched loosely in one of my limp hands, sighing dramatically and succumbing to fits of weeping at irregular intervals until my concerned family were forced to call on the physician, who would take one look at me and instantly diagnose me with nervous hysteria, and lock me up in the attic of my own house to prevent me from inflicting myself on polite society or, even worse, writing poetry

i’m a simple bisexual. i see a pretty person, i [aggrieved noise]