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Leelah Alcorn’s blog was deleted and posts about her are being removed. Don’t stop spreading this. Reblog everything you can, post everything you can. 

These are her pictures

here are some of her drawings

this is her note

Don’t let this die.

Not this.

Oh wow- September 21st

Niiice thanks!

Last song I listened to: WAP by Cardi B & Megan Thee Stallion

Currently reading: Better Together by Harpywrites

Sweet/spicy/savory: more spicy nowadays but also sweet

Obsession: MARVEL. Our Flag Means Death, and Criminal Minds

Relationship status: Single 🥲

Last thing I googled: "hidden figures bathroom scene script" it was for an audition

Currently working on: Keeping these GRADES UP

@parker-fluff @nhasablogg and anyone else!

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tagged by: @aecholapis! ack tysm for tagging

last song listened to: Rakuraku Anrakushi by PEPOYO

currently reading: The Transformers Manga Volume 3

sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet

obsession: Sonic and Transformers 💙

relationship status: Single

last thing i googled: “Simon Petrikov”

currently working on: Two 3D models, one digital painting, soo so many WIPS, school just like in general.

Tagging: @reaphantom @artisfox @robotwithanr @sunxstreaker @mx-jester @rubydreamsuwu @misses-anonymous @glittergummy @whirltherescuebot

God this is amazing

UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!! UNMUTE!!

Screaming

Request from my Instagram (unus.annus.collages)!!!!

Trans and pan unus annus💕

Ah yes, The Tism Touch (tm)

the more I rewatch the raimi trilogy the more I realise tobey spidey definitely had a touch of the tism.

I just finished the PS4 Spider-Man and let me just say….tears. I’m far too sensitive over fictional characters-

10/10 would definitely recommend

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

I..never knew I liked this ship…until now…what have you done…..I lowkey like Burt more than wjsjsidbd

oh no! mistledrone! anyways.

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