In my excitement, I was going to make an 8tracks for ladynoir but then I went to my ladynoir playlist and it’s 6 hours and 15 minutes….
Gimme
Well, it’s… actually, uh- I ended up splitting it into two playlists since like… the songs were either REALLY FUN AND CUTE (or at least p lighthearted) OR… or intense and low-to-high key sinful and/or angsty.
Only hoppin’ wholesome trusting partner songs for this tho!!!
okay I just threw it (and even more songs than before) into
I was gonna put the (mostly) wholesome part first so itd be like progression, but let’s be real with each other here. Enjoy having the thirsty songs first~
*DEVOURS MUSIC*
I SAW HELLBENT AND OH GOD CHAT NOIR BEING HELLBENT IN LOVING LADYBUG YES YES THIS IS SO GOOD THANK YOU YOU ARE MY NEW RELIGION
CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE IS AMAZING OH MY GOODNESS
ALSO INVINCIBLE IS AMAZING J DIDNT EVEN THINK OF THAT SONG IN THAT WAY
AAAHAHAHAHA YES YESSS PEOPLE ARE EXCITED ABOUT MY OTP SONGS WITH ME THIS MAKES ME SO GIDDY
Invincible is another favourite of mine from that playlist. Ladynoir is so tumultuous and I love how the song reflects that. Most of the song has the drum & bass at a march but then 3:30 hits and NOTHING BUT BASS. Just this deep, dark, dull bassline—until the guitar comes in all high and bright—and everything else jumps in and the tempo goes into a mad dash and the vocals GO HARD and I’m like YEEEE BOIIII!! (so like, music is really good, everyone.)
Just a quick message of love to my fellow Native Americans who either mourn on Thanksgiving or who skip over the holiday entirely: you are so fucking valid and however you tackle this holiday–whether it is with anger, grief, or outright denial that it counts as a holiday at all–just know that you have the right to do so. Don’t let colonizers try to guilt you into celebrating a holiday you aren’t ready to or don’t want to reclaim.
The holiday season is coming up and if you’re being rude to a retail worker while they’re pulling off a 12+ hour shift cause it’s a holiday, you’re going directly to hell and i’m sending you there myself.
It doesnt even have to be a 12+ hour shift. If you’re rude at all during the holiday season, you’re going straight to hell.
To anyone with an eating disorder on Thanksgiving: I know it’s scary. Stay safe. You deserve to enjoy your dinner. Treat yourself kindly after you eat. You can do this, and I love you.
My name is Yves, I’m a trans guy, and I have severe PTSD, and am chronically ill (rare blood clotting disease, and an autoimmune deficiency disorder), I suffer with severe chronic pain, I’m also disabled, and because of all of this I NEED my medication to survive. I’m not getting the medical treatment I need and have limited access. My health is failing and it’s taking a toll on my body. (Read my gofundme for a more in depth info)
I’m trying to move to Colorado to escape (my abuser and stalker that I have really traumatic history with. Violence and assaults)
I’m stuck in my hometown right now in northern MN. Where I’m at right now IS NOT safe for me. My friend in Colorado has a place that I can move into ASAP, I just need first and last months rent. I have to move this month or she has to find a different roommate because of her own financial situation, so this is my chance!! I NEED to move to Colorado for better access to health care, and for my own safety.. This is vital for my health (mentally and physically).
I appreciate anything and everything! If half of you donated 10$ I’d be okay. If you consider yourself an ally to trans ppl, disabled ppl, chronically ill ppl, SW’s, Survivors, indigenous ppl, please boost this. If you have any questions, I’ll answer them.
Hey everyone, so you know organizations like UNICEF and whatnot that allow you to buy the kind of gifts where you donate mosquito nets or something in a person’s name? Well a lot of those organizations will let you donate vaccines, as it turns out. Like, right now on UNICEF’s site, providing 100 polio vaccines to kids in need is 19 USD. And I’m not saying you should buy it and then send a card to an anti-vax relative saying you’ve provided lifesaving vaccinations in their name, but actually that’s exactly what I’m saying
i dont know how to explain this but. this might be me. i had a brown hoodie exactly like that. the phone on the table? i had a black and white case like that when i was like 12. my middle school’s classrooms looked like that. this literally might be a picture of me in 7th grade, shoveling pasta directly from a ziploc bag into my mouth like some sort of goblin, reblogged by twelve thousand people on the worst website known to mankind. and i dont know how to deal with this
What’s interesting here is that there’s only a possibility that this is them in the picture.
This means one of two things:
1) They remember doing this, but believe it to be so commonplace that it could be literally anyone in that photo. Like if you saw a picture of someone reading a book, you wouldn’t be like “Hey, I read a book once! That must be me in that picture!” because lots of people have read books.
In this case, I bet their belief is based on personal experience. Perhaps there’s a town out there where people regularly eat pasta from a bag in class. Or even a secret society of such people living all over the globe.
2) They don’t remember doing this, but they’ve done so many bizarre (yet still extremely relatable) things that this could very well be one of them. This wasn’t the most noteworthy thing that happened to them that week. There were so many other, stranger, bigger things going on that they did remember, and this event simply wasn’t important enough to commit to memory.
In this case, they’re just out there living their life. Society told them “don’t eat pasta from a ziploc bag in class”, but did they let that stop them? No. They have bigger fish to fry.
i’ve never been fucking obliterated like this before. i dont know what to do. how do i go on when @perfectlygenericblog produced a fucking literary analysis of my life, wholly accurate, from one picture and my reaction to it. i’m getting this tattooed on my forearm
Disheveled Mess 