To Die In A World Where The Only Things That Could Ever Love You Without Judgment Being The Stars

Before combat in New Vegas I make myself fight better by eating all food items in my inventory so I am forced to fight good cause I can’t heal without wasting stimpaks now.

This is really funny imagined in universe cause the companions watch the Courier have a nervous breakdown before each big fight and with a primal ferocity scarf down all their rations before running in machete first with Blamo Mac n Cheese dripping off their face.

nihilism is not punk. doomerism is not punk. quitting is not punk.

the stark reality is that if they announced there was 24 hours before a giant comet hit the earth, i would find reason to fight and advocate and celebrate in the ensuing chaos up to the final seconds.

punk is walking into every situation and punching it in the mouth regardless of how big it is or the dominion it holds over your existence.

punk is hope and growth and love and fury and anger and passion and spit in the face of hostile forces.

punk is community and mutual aid and soup kitchens and block parties and festivals and little libraries and clothes drop boxes.

punk is dancing on the deck of a sinking ship because hey you motherfuckers i didn’t hear the music stop.

punk is having the hope for something better on behalf of those who can’t see it right now.

punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead.

The fact I've felt deeply alone as a trans man who acts "oddly" is hard to deal with. I'm just another dude, but suddenly I'm not queer enough because my hair isn't dyed! But I'm suddenly to feminine because I paint my nails. It's like I don't fit in anywhere in the queer community!!! Every queer space I've ever been in has always excluded me as a transman because I'm not enough to them! It's beyond frustrating to have to explain my every breath to people, especially other queer people who should understand!!!! I've recently been trying to come to terms that I may be bisexual and so many people have been telling me as a transman I either have to be straight or gay, that suddenly me being trans means I can't be queer in another way. It's depressing. I shouldn't have to even label myself if I don't want to! But I'm not enough of a man to others apparently!??! Even when I enter queer spaces I'm excluded and often ignored because I'm the only transman around for miles!!!!!

trans men & mascs are constantly in a damned if you, damned if you don't state of being when it comes to finding community with other queer folk. if we dress "too masculine" and pass for cis men, we are too threatening, we "scare" the women and (feminine) nonbinary folks. if we are "too feminine" and have long hair, wear makeup, have ""feminine"" hobbies, dress in feminine clothing, etc. we are constantly harassed for not being "Real men" and people literally proudly misgender us.

there's no way to win if people keep shifting the goalposts on purpose so they don't have to accept that trans men exist and are just as varied and complex as anyone else when it comes to identity and presentation.

I can’t imagine being a Sam Wilson hater. Like I’d cry, I simply can’t imagine hating that beautiful, BEAUTIFUL, lovely, sweet, down to earth, has never done anything wrong ever, kind man. He’s the absolute best, literally amazing.

Just as a reminder, Anthony Mackie is a GORGEOUS man. I need everyone to understand just how beautiful this man is. This just turned into me simping over Anthony Mackie, and I’m okay with that.

"i would notice if you switched, so you must be faking"

bitch I can't even tell if i switched 80% of the time

Unfriendly reminder that while you're busy mourning the loss of your childs old gender, claiming you need to mourn the death of your son/daughter, there's a group of boys/girls/enbies scrambling to take your kid clothes shopping, snatching up the chance to take those "first" experiences from you forever. Your sons first fishing trip is gonna be with his best bros, your daughters first makeover is going to be with her girl friends, your kids first camping trip out as themselves is gonna be with the besties. Good luck getting those bonding experiences back. While you're busy trying to guilt-trip your kid with your weird manufactured parental trauma, there's a whole community ready to take your place as the better family.

Your loss, someone elses gain.

I need you all to see what my deranged doodles of mirage consist of every time i just try to sketch him. it always devolves into a pure chaos.

141 showers 🚿🫧

full here

Been thinking of trying to do commissions and put my art out there again ?

One to many people very frequently saying I can sell my art rn.

If I have a nickel for every time someone said I should do commissions, I'd have x amount which is weird it keeps happening?