Tessa/June 30, 1994/She/her/Age 30/FanArtist/Obsessed with Lupin the ThirdStarting over with a new tumblr blog! I've been drawing art a lot on Instagram as of late so I'll be reposting a lot of my Lupin III fanart (lots of OCxCanon) and comics as I get around to it!
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【7/9(水)~7/22(火)】日本橋三越本店 「IIIRD展」解禁
◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢ 解禁 ◤◢◤◢◤◢◤◢
―「III」の邂逅―
Coming soon
会期:7月9日(水)~7月22日(火) 場所:日本橋三越本店
※続報は6月27日発信予定

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adriana smith who was forcibly kept on life support after being brain dead to incubate her fetus due to anti abortion laws in georgia, usa will be taken off life support this week. she had an emergency c-section today and the child was born prematurely and is in the nicu. her family is raising funds for hospital bills (that the state didn't even pay for despite forcing this "treatment" btw!) and for the new baby. donate if you can. [source]
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my craziest take is you can be cis in a trans way if you feel like it. Like its literally no big deal. if you wanna be completely cisgender but still feel as if you're alienated from your agab then you can be cis in a trans way
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being doomed by the narrative is cool and all but i like when a character is doomed just by being a fucking idiot. sorry that happened to you but it is entirely your own fault and you could have just chosen to not do all that
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THEY MIGHT HAVE FIGURED OUT WHATS CAUSING LONG COVID?!?!???
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you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
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