#pride month motivated me

[anonymouscheeses]

I'm gonna be shitting and screaming and starting fights if Sera becomes a villain. I can't take sibling angst, Sera loves Emily I swear guys believe meeee.

[i-eat-lip-gloss]

let me tell u

the most accepted i’ve ever felt, the most majestic and inspiring thing i’ve ever seen,

was on the first day of pride at school last year.

more than half the kids there were dressed in something pride. quite a few of them had flag capes, umbrella even saw a kid with a trans flag. there were so many kids and people dressed their queer-best for pride, rainbows, flags, and all. i have never felt so accepted in school or ever in my entire life. sure there were some kids who got kinda pissed at it, but they were really outnumbered so it didn’t matter. one kid said “it’s just June not dress up like fruit loops!” and i honestly burst out laughing. at lunch me and all my friends had little pencil flags (the pole is a pencil; made my umbrella) and Lint had a pretty well sized rainbow flag, and as a group of kids were walking past our table to go get hot lunch, one of them as walking leaned forward and said “eeewwww” but we all honestly laughed. it was pride month, we were being rlly represented, we were too strong to even care. that’s the beauty of pride month to me, it empowers us queers by being and feeling so accepted and represented we’re too strong (emotionally) to care abt what anyone else says

[mynonah]

The Anderson-Hummels 🌈

[whisperwillyou]

I want you guys to know I have SO MANY fucking Owl House Wips

But my adhd brain absolutely REFUSES to let me focus on any single one long enough to actually finish any. I keep erratically bouncing between sketches like I’m made of Flubber.

Eventually I will get to a point where I’ll start finishing them one after another and it’s gonna look like I’m SO good & fast at art.

Don’t be fooled by future me, my friends.

It is but a feeble illusion.

For now, have an some Echo Rats changed it because I like rats and I make the rules here I drew way back that we’re supposed to be part of a larger concept where Hunter gets roped into helping Luz train her lil guy after he mentions reading about experiments where Echo Rats were trained to display the information they had consumed on command. Except then he fell in love and ends up adopting two more because eCHO RATS ARE SOCIAL THEY AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE KEPT ON THEIR OWN, LUZ, HE HAD NO CHOICE-

Hunter 🤝 Echo Mouse: *consumes information from books with a voracious appetite and then repeats it verbatim whenever prompted*

[moonfang182-magic]

Happy (late) Pride #18!! Today is one of our few non Gregaverse participants, Gregory from the Golden Bro au, a combined age/role swap au! He’s loud, he’s proud, and he’s got a mean swing with his meat cleavers! None of his story is posted just yet but maybe some will in the future~

“Golden Bro” - Gregbear/Gregory by @honey-bunnysaurus (and kinda me lol)

[kakusu-shipping]

Mushroom Kingdom Pride Parade!!!

[rawliverandgoronspice]

*crying as I break every single one of my weapons against ganondorf* you could have been great, you know.... you could have been so great.........

[sugary-bxnny]

Happy pride month!!

[celadonch]

Happy Final Day of Pride. Remember, love is love and every one deserves love.

[vampirebiter]

finally im getting close to actually finishing this ...

[multikore]

Hello my friends and foes, plus those in-between!

My unspoken allies and those who keep keen,

Of all of their actions and all of their moves!

Let’s all just hope that this battle improves.

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!!!

Felt inspired to do a random poem so have my poem for Pride Month!

Really happy the way I did it for no reason but here you go, it wasn’t made for Pride Month but I wanted to post something to celebrate so ended up just doing this!

I don’t know what else to say so- I hope everyone has an amazing gay month <3 /hj

[elevatormusic]

i’m on my at eighteen oh je bullshit again and there are literally no fics for my mans. so do i just have to bite the bullet and write one myself?

[nonsensicalollie]

pride is year round shhhh

[echoquadrant]

I’m going to create an MCAT studyblr to keep myself motivated and on track

Things I need to do tomorrow:

Take the Blueprint diagnostic test

Clear the desk and make it a dedicated study spot

Find a notebook for my content review

Non-MCAT things to do:

Have fun at Pride Parade!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

And

Laundry

(Is there anyway to get the full array of pride flag emojis? iPhone has just about every country but not an asexual flag)

[raeathnos]

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[hedgehog-moss]

The lower rung of the ladder in my kitchen broke last month and I stuck a little Post-it note on the wall to remind myself to step over the missing rung so I wouldn't break my leg every time I go up or downstairs—but then my mum came to visit and she saw me hopping over the gap in the ladder with practised ease and her face was the definition of "you live like this?" And she went to get a screwdriver to unscrew the ladder from the wall so we could carry it outside and repair it.

Some people see a broken ladder and immediately open a toolbox to fix the problem; some people see a broken ladder and stick a Post-it note to the wall to train themselves to step over the problem forever. (I admit my response is inferior.)

I think I felt daunted at the thought of tinkering with this ladder because it's been here in the same place for over a century and I pictured the whole thing crumbling into dust if we tried to move it—but no, it's still solid, except the lower rung. Which wasn't damaged by time, but by Pandolf. (And some insects. But mostly Pandolf.)

When he was a baby, for a week or so after I took him home, he was extremely upset about having to spend the night in his dog bed in the kitchen while I went upstairs to my bedroom, he would cry and cry and one night in a fit of despair and rage he attacked the ladder. The next morning I found the lower rung (the only one he could reach) looking like it had been attacked by a termite colony, but it was Pandolf's pointy little puppy teeth. By the look of it he'd spent half the night furiously gnawing on it until he dropped from exhaustion—his reasoning was clearly that if he destroyed the ladder, I wouldn't be able to go upstairs anymore and would be forced to spend the night on the floor of the kitchen with him.

It's really hard to be mad at baby Pandolf, though. Go on, try.

Eventually he got used to sleeping in his dog bed and he abandoned his ladder destruction project, but the lower rung has been fragile ever since, and it finally broke last month.

My mum is extremely efficient; she sent me to the barn to find some kind of thick board (you can find anything in the barn if you have a torch and aren't afraid of bats or century-old spiderwebs) and when I came back she had prepared all the tools and taken all the measurements.

The worst part was tapering the sides so the rung would fit in the notches, because if one side was a little bit thinner than the other then it was wobbly—

—plus I used a file at first and it took forever (Pandolf was so bored), but then I remembered I own a sanding machine and it went a lot faster. So much so that my mum said I should make a second rung while I was at it—she was motivated to replace all of them, but then it started raining and we decided the rest of the ladder is solid enough and we'll replace the rungs two at a time.

I always forget that it feels satisfying to fix things! There's this little spark of pride from then on when you look at the repaired thing because you helped make it. I tend to procrastinate because I assume it'll take ages or I'm worried I'll do it wrong, until someone who's more confident with their hands than me goes like "no come on, we just need a saw, a file, a hammer, it'll take an hour tops" and we do it and it's never as difficult as I feared. (My mum: "We gave you a toy toolbox when you were little, to smash sexist stereotypes, and you're afraid of fixing things :( ...") (I cheered her up by reminding her that my brother smashes sexist stereotypes by being also afraid of fixing things.)

But yeah I spent half an hour sanding down the sides of these two lower rungs and now I look at my ladder and remember the delightful feeling of getting the tapering just right and inserting them into their slots effortlessly like a VHS tape into a VCR. I have a whole new affection for my kitchen ladder now.