I Am Sitting On The Couch, I Hear Tapping On The Door Behind Me, I Turn Around And See This

Reblog if you support bisexual people!!

After all this hate on whether its enbyphobic and transphobic (it isn’t), I think we just need love.

What you’re supposed to do in band: Rehearse What my woodwind ensemble did: Learned how to tie ties

rich white men defending crisp rat’s right to not be political as the supreme court gears up to vote away my (and hundreds of thousands of other people’s) rights is peak privilege

Take this everyone, you deserve it

Imagine Tony dying by the hands of his enemy, and just weakly whispering “I’m finally getting what I deserve”

god today i ID’d an old dude buyin booze and he pulled out a fake ID with an elvis pic, then laughed and pulled out a matching one but with curly from three stooges on it, and im like okay please and he finally pulled out his real license and his legal name was steve sinner

My sociology professor had a really good metaphor for privilege today. She didn’t talk about race or gender or orientation or class, she talked about being left-handed.

A left-handed person walks into most classrooms and immediately is made aware of their left-handedness - they have to sit in a left-handed seat, which restricts their choices of where to sit. If there are not enough left-handed seats, they will have to sit in a right-handed seat and be continuously aware of their left-handedness. (There are other examples like left-handed scissors or baseball mitts as well.)

Meanwhile, right-handed people have much more choice about where to sit, and almost never have to think about their right-handedness.

Does this mean right-handed people are bad? No.

Does it mean that we should replace all right-handed desks with left-handed desks? No.

But could we maybe use different desk styles that can accommodate everyone and makes it so nobody has limited options or constant awareness that they are different? Yes.

Now think of this as a metaphor. For social class. For race. For ethnicity. For gender. For orientation. For anything else that sets us apart.

You guys do know you're supposed to reblog things, right

my final letter to the king himself~

i think what really hurt the most after watching the 'so long nerds' video.. was the realisation that techno's diagnosis was terminal this whole time. his dad said they had been discussing a final video 'for months' and his mom said he was always focused on beating what he knew were almost impossible odds.. even as he told us his doctors are amazing and that he's getting some of the finest healthcare around.. the entire time he knew. and i think that speaks extraordinary volumes about the kind of person that techno was.

his announcement video was essentially a goodbye video. and i think he just didn't want us to know that because it would have meant everyone would have spent this past year in a state of grief and sadness, rather than coming together and focusing on pure positivity, focusing on motivating him, sending him all of our wishes and strength and love. technoblade never dies - and i honestly did not have a single doubt about his recovery even for a second, because that's the kind of strength and courage he has put in me from the very beginning.

i cannot imagine how hard that must have been. i cannot even fathom how tough this past year has been for him and all of his loved ones. but what i do know, is that i will be eternally grateful to you technoblade. because you have always loved and cared, and you had the strength within you to put hope in people's hearts while knowing the universe was not kind enough to return the favour. i am in awe of the person that you were, and it has been a BLESSING to be able to support you these past few years. you have played the game well. now it's time for you to rest.

technoblade never dies 🐷👑

please do not forget to give whatever you can to the sarcoma foundation, in honour of technoblade

If someone hails the Soviet Union they can look at my left ass-cheek

i swear i was being sarcastic