Green Or Pink ? 💚🩷

Arthur facing the KIY vs Arthur facing the Dark Young:

i seriously cannot comprehend the sex drive that makes one exclusively horny for captain america looking movie hunks or the victorias secret angel archetype of tall underweight women with generically pretty faces in bikinis. that shit is like carbon monoxide or infrasonic noise to my libido like my sexual senses cant even clock it

You can literally make anything and anyone problematic if you try hard enough seriously give me people and things and I’ll make them all “problematic” right now.

and then send my straight friends the same thing and they’re like: i’m sorry???

fans of series w lots of acronyms: yeah you wanna get started with sfjfsa but if you prefer something more recent glhel and qeotg are beginner friendly i personally love the tkle tie ins with eiejgks

tumblr tuesday: reflective aesthetics

Happy Smoke and Mirrors day! What does that mean? No one seems to know! We do like mirrors and reflections of one sort or another over here, though, don’t we. So here are some dreamy aesthetic renditions of reflections of real things. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You’re all beautiful.

@lila-schmetterling​:

@solarflaredfilm​:

@megageorgeous​:

@ar-dz​:

@of-two-lands​:

@aetherxdiscette​

@simplytegwin​:

@iamnotamango​:

@foggyforresst​

@somnolent-aesthetic​:

my goal for 2025 is small simple and clear: change my whole entire life

people will be like “don’t worry it’s all in your head!” like babe… yes… that’s the problem… how do i get it out of there…

characters going “we were lovers once”: eh, it’s okay i guess. it’s nice enough

characters going “we were friends once”: absolutely devastating. one hit knockout i’m gone

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

i love leaving my pronouns off of faceless accounts like tumblr because i like to make it a guessing game. for free? no. you have to work