god… mcgucket the man that you are…
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For my partner
In his arms, I found a refuge. He carried my unhealed wounds without hesitation, even the shame I held of being too much, or for never being enough. He held space for the parts of me I was and am still learning to love, waiting patiently as I struggled to trust in something as tender as safety.
He waited, steady and patient, as I found my way through the pain to be able to see him more clearly. In him, I discovered new depths of love and connection that I didn’t think I could feel, or ever trust enough to experience, especially with a man.
They say you need to love yourself before you can love someone else, and while that’s true, sometimes love from others is what teaches you how to love yourself.
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My final Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica designs
If you saw these no you didn't
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Source
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I want more adventures for them.
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not to sound like your dad but if your not having a great time rn you might legitimately be playing too many video games or being on that damn phone too often, or at least without any necessary activity buffers
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123movies & putlocker provide more for the people of this country than the army has ever
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I just want queer safety and queer happiness
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I feel bad for people who’ve never experienced a corn maze bc it’s not even fun but you just have to do it
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FINALLY FINISHED 😭😭 it took forever to make a good background I swear, I’m also wondering if I should make some short comics about g1 ghouls?
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"Did you ever have an imaginary friend?"
The beer can was thoughtfully swirled. "No," she said eventually. "I tried, though. It just - it didn't work."
The wind blew over the stoop, cool and smelling of rain.
"'Didn't work?'"
"I wanted it to work, it - I was six, and I was in my dad's truck, and we were in the Wal-Mart parking lot at night - I don't remember why - and I thought, 'I should make an imaginary friend,' so I looked through the window and-"
She frowned. "Fuck. This sounds like a joke, but I made a Vaporeon. It was just a fully formed, perfect Vaporeon in a parking lot of a Wal-Mart. And I was so happy and I opened the door to make it jump in so I could take it home with me.
"But there was something - wrong with it. I'd made it perfectly, but I forgot to make it alive. It just sat and stared and I begged it to jump in the truck with me before my dad drove off, and it sat and stared, and we drove off and I was so sad and confused and - disappointed."
She wiggled the tab of the can. "It's still there," she said quietly. "I drive past that parking lot sometimes, and that same Vaporeon is still sitting in that spot. I've seen that parking lot get full to the tits in the middle of the holidays, I have never, not even once, seen someone park in the spot it's sitting in."
A car drove by. After a moment the frogs in the ditch started to chirp again.
She tipped her head back and downed the rest of the beer. "Anyways, that's what I think god's deal is," she said.
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made this gem on Sunday. had to wait all week to post it
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Hey if you’re schizophrenic/psychotic I just want you to know that you’re a wonderful person and that you deserve so much better than the demonization, marginalization and stigmatization you face in this society.
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