Able Bodied People Seem To Be Under The Assumption That If They Do Everything Right That They’re Immune

WOOOO REPRESENTATION WIN!

From The New Anecdota Americana, 1944

I have so many takes that would be received way better coming from a cis woman.

love whatever this teamup is FHSKGSND

Bumblepurr 🐝🐈‍⬛🤍

This little floof companion, half cat and half bee, is ready to bring warmth and joy to your life! Unlike my other plushies, this one is ready to fly to you (just in time for Christmas). But watch out—there are only 1,000 available.

Bumblepurr is soft, cuddly, and full of purrfect love. And if you’d like to give one a home (or gift it to someone special), check the link on my profile.

Thank you, as always, for your love and support. 💛

ngl expected more evil and less lawful

Tag game!!!

Do this quiz

And this picrew

And tag people(obviously)

Although anyone who wasn’t tagged here can of course join in, it’s open to anyone :3

@anartistwithamask @gummy-axolotl @shadowthegay @auseryoumayknow @copper-ichor @moonysfavoritetoast @alexthescaredenby @invaderxeya @fungal-boy-witch-yay @artists-void @hazbin-hotel-lucifer-simp @ka1-the-pr0ot @theautumnalcat

For all you know, I might be a completely fictitious personality, composed by a group of five weird nerds who take turns posting their own unhinged bullshit on the same blog.

Tbh the more “weird” a person is, the more I get confused when they don’t support other “weird” people

Like how can you be a system and alterhuman and objectum and autistic and trans and queer and schizophrenic etc etc but then be anti endo or anti “contradictory” labels

Like

Like dude those are our cousins what are you talking about

You’re weird as fuck why are you complaining about other people being weird in different ways tf

future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

Vent Post

I am tired, and I am sore. My bones creak with every movement, my body throbs with the pain of torn muscles, poorly circulated blood and old wounds. My heart aches for all the siblings and niblings we've lost along the way, for those buried in graves marked with poisonous names. I am fighting, every day I sit down and I fight for my people, no matter how much pain I'm in I cannot and will not stop until I am sure that if not me, at least those who come after me will live a happy life, free from oppression. I am fighting, but I am tired. For now, I rest. Tomorrow I will pick myself up and continue the fight, and then I will rest. Do not forget that in order to keep fighting, you also must rest. Stay safe out there, take care of yourself, and above all else, keep fighting.