HOW COULD YOU SAY THIS TO ME

running into a trans girl while you're out and about makes the entire miserable errand worth it, whatever it was. like glancing upward at just the right time to see a shooting star. I spot a trans flag and it sincerely ceases to matter that the bus is crowded and it rained unexpectedly and my shoes are soaked through and my headphones are dead. I am happy to be on that specific bus on that specific day, because you're there too.

Hhhhnnnngggg i need to write the next chapter of SR but i just wanna draw

I cackle with glee and malicious intent as I watch those reblogging my sun and y/n art thinking it's wholesome...... hmmmmm

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can we like…get rid of the so-called leather and rubber “pride flags” ? it’s honestly ridiculous and offensive to the lgbtq community. those aren’t pride flags. 

I don't know if people genuinely aren't putting 2 and 2 together

But when Trump is arguing that native americans "don't have birthright to live here" and is trying to "deport them"

It means we go in the same camps immigrants are going in

Mexico and other countries aren't taking the immigrants the US is "trying" to send back, he's going to kill us

The US is making death camps, and they are taking everyone they find undesirable to send there

Natives count as the undesirables too.

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*blows you malicious smooches*

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Before the virus, Moon used to carry around a blanket.

Before the virus, Moon would drape it over cold children. Anxious children. Scared children.

It was a simple, blue thing. A cozy shade that looked just as sleepy as the kids who used it.

Before the virus, Moon was happy to lend it. He took good care of the blanket, so any kid that needed one would have one that felt loved and familiar. It was meant to help them feel safe. And it worked.

After the virus, locked away in his own mind, Moon still carries the blanket. He won't share it. He won't let it go. And he doesn't remember or understand why it's so worn and pilled. He just knows he needs it. And he knows he feels safe.