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Reblog to have something lgbt happen to you this summer

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My aunt is currently in the hospital after having a heart attack and a stroke she is 46 years old and has two daughters please donate and if you can't please spread the word

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Stick it to Rainbow Capitalism!

Since rainbow capitalism sucks, here are some small queer shops to support this coming pride month instead of giving all your money to Disney and Walmart!

Pride bows!

All the buttons you could ever need or want!

Dice and dominoes!

Bottle charms!

Armour-inspired jewelry!

Stickers, stickers, and more stickers!

Black queer art prints!

Shoelaces!

Hats!

Patches!

Cross stitch!

Earrings, earrings, and more earrings!

Bat dolls!

Bracelets 1 and Bracelets 2

Dragon dolls!

Sweaters!

Queer deer!

Abrosexual pride!

Do no harm, take no shit!

Pride moths!

Misc. Identity merch!

Chocolate!

And finally, it’s not specifically queer, but these shops do custom flags!

If you have a shop or know a shop you want to promote, please reblog with a link!

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DO NOT SUPPORT SALVATION ARMY 

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a wild egg appeared?

everyone who reblogs it before Oct 25 will get a Pokemon based on their blog in their submit inbox (make sure submit is open!)

happy hatching!

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She’s a wonderful contribution to humanity!

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(via meanboysclub)

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Rescued tiger gets a pool for the first time. (via)

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So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

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it’s jeff! infinity comic #8

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This is potentially life saving information everyone should know.

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My Choice of Pronouns

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rb if ur gay

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Racism/appropriation of indigenous ppl is RAMPANT in the furry community so let me say some things:

STOP calling ur characters w*nd*g*s. You don’t even have to change the design, just stop calling them that. Call them like. Skull deer or some shit there is no reason for you to be using that word.

Stop using “spirit animal” in referral to ur fursona. This is obvious idk why it even needs to be said.

Stop making “two wolves inside you” jokes. The “two wolves inside you” is in reference to a racist made up native proverb from a white dude.

You aren’t appreciating cultures by doing things we tell u to stop. If you want to appreciate: buy from indigenous ppl, respectfully learn about cultures, listen to native people, and DON’T MAKE EXCUSES.