I love impressionism bcs that's exactly how I see with my astigmatism
The Pond at Montgeron (1876) by Claude Monet
Actually it makes sense...
my personal take on the situation
I already had come out as bissexual, but I had many trouble about my gender. A few months ago I found this identity and it feels very fitting. I'm feeling very happy for comming out for 2 people and they both accepted me.
This beautifull images were made by @Switch-Pride on wattpad (Idk how to tag you, sorry ;-;)
The link is here 👇
If I ever DM and run out of inspiration for random encouters I'll open tumblr and let my players fight whatever comes here
I’m sure someones already said this but I often see Tumblr described as a hellsite. This is fundamentally incorrect.
Tumblr is the faesite. Everybody is super confused and lost, you keep running into random places. Somehow you end up stuck there forever after interacting a couple of times. The people are all strange, everybody simultaneously seems to be from the future and the past as if time is meaningless.
a cOMIC BASED OFF OF THIS POST BECAUSE IT LITERALLY MADE ME SCREAM IT’S SO GOOD
Tomoe breking stereotypes. You don't have to see to be a toxic mom about your child's art
So we all agree Tomoe needs to chill, right?
I wish my high school teachers were like this, instead of eating me and my friends with the eyes. I'm 20 now and at uni, but I know I look younger, so any person over 30s that looks at me on a sexualized way seems absolutely gross to me.
normalize my 12th grade English teacher, who admitted that his favorite TV show was Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and when a male student suggested that it was because Buffy/Sarah Michelle Gellar was hot, wrinkled his face like he’d bitten into something rotten and dead, and said, “At my age (he was 53), there is nothing less sexy than a teenager. You’re all disgusting messes.” It was 1999, I was 17, and I’d grown up in conservative Christian schools and churches. In my life I’d heard heard dozens of sermons from male preachers and teachers and even some older students, whining about how hard it was to be a dude and not commit the sin of thinking sexual thoughts, and how they needed women to wear long skirts and cover their bodies to objectify them
and my bitter, misanthropic, atheist Brit Lit teacher, who hated my class because he was obsessed with teaching Huckleberry Finn but got stuck with Shakespeare and Jane Austen, was the first, and this day the last man I have ever heard articulate a rebuttal from the depths of his soul to the idea that it was normal for teenage girls to be desirable to middle aged men