10ismydoctor:

ghostpoetry:

Yeah, I miss you.

10’s converse appreciation post.

When I was 16, I had a fake I.D. and decided to go to a gay bar by myself because some friends bailed on me. While there, an older gentleman bought me a drink. He wasn’t a creeper, and he definitely wasn’t unattractive. I accepted the drink and began talking to him. No big deal. As the hour progressed, I felt myself feeling strange. I mentioned that I felt like I had a headache, and this guy helped guide me out of the bar. As we were walking down the street, the thought of, ‘Oh god, he’s drugged me, I’m going to die’ came to my head. I tried to get away, but I was so drugged up that I could barely walk, let alone speak. It also didn’t help that I had really large ‘goth’ platform shoes because I was going through a phase. Anyway, this guy brought me to his suv and began undressing me. As a final act of defiance, I hit him over the head with my platform shoe. He then punched me, and I remember thinking, ‘Why don’t they ever give workshops to gay guys about being victims of rape too?’ While I was as careful as possible, I never saw the guy slip something in the drink. I even watched the bar tender make the drink. Anyway, I lied there completely paralyzed while this pervert was lubing up. I locked eyes with his for a moment, and that’s when it happened. A very large and angry drag queen opened the door of the vehicle and beat the shit out of my attempted rapist. She and her other drag friends helped dress and care for me while the police arrived. I was saved by a group of guardian drag queens. They were basically the modern day ‘angels from heaven.’

para-moriarty:

courag3:

welcome-to-the-sinners-ball:

imgayitsok:

God bless drag queens.

This deserves ALL of the reblogs

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infinity-imagined:

Particle Collisions

Franz Kline - Meryon, 1960-61. Oil on canvas

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desperatedesire-unadmirableplans:

One-Eighty By Summer - Taking Back Sunday

Go on just say it, you need me like a bad habit.

I need you defenseless,

dependent, 

and alone.

(Source: valentinovamp)

quee-rrr:

Grungey fuckin’ queers.

I can’t wait for the next photo shoot…

I need some themes… hmmm….

sorryjustkidding:

Taking Back Sunday - “You’re So Last Summer”

She said, “Don’t let it go to your head. Boys like you are a dime a dozen.”
She said, “You’re a touch overrated. You’re a lush and I hate it 
But these grass stains on my knees, they won’t mean a thing.” 

And all I need to know is that I’m something you’ll be missing.
Maybe I should hate you for this
Never really did ever quite get that far.

If I’m just bad news, then you’re a liar.

Cowboy Bebop: Realism by ~Shilesque

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voodoopoet:

Bubbles from Powerpuff Girls, Stimpy, Jake from Adventure Time, Pinky AND the Brain, all performing scenes from Star Wars. Narrated by FUCKING BATMAN.
GLORIOUS.THIS DOESN’T GET ANY BETTER

how homestuck will really end.

adriofthedead:

henrycw:

lexxerduglas:

notasenator:

olliethecello:

liamdryden:

This ring features a complete band of Gibeon Meteorite framed and mounted in an 18k gold band. The meteorite has been etched with nitric acid to reveal the characteristic patterns, or Widmanstatten figures, of iron meteorites, and set with 9 gemstones representing the planets of our Solar System. Mercury is represented by a rust colored Sapphire, Venus a golden Sapphire, Earth an irradiated blue Diamond, Mars a Ruby, Jupiter an Opal, Saturn a Cats Eye Chrysoberyl with an inlaid 24k gold ring, Uranus a green Sapphire, Neptune a blue Sapphire and Pluto a black Diamond. What really makes this ring special is that the band of meteorite spins independent of the gold ring, so when it is on, the planets rotate around the wearer’s finger.

TL;DR SPACE RING GIMME

“and set with 9 gemstones representing the planets of our Solar System.”

What.

Shhhh, Brian, shhhhhhhhhh some people don’t care that Pluto was recategorized okay it’s a cool ring shhhhhhhhh /paps

mementomoryo:

Full size HERE

She said, ‘They all think they know him well.’
She knew him better, better, better.
Everyone wanted something from him.
I did, too, but I shut my mouth.
He just gave me a smile.

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You may train the eagle 
To stoop to your fist; 
Or you may inveigle
The Phoenix of the east; 
The lioness, you may move her 
To give over her prey; 
But you’ll ne’er stop a lover— 
He will find out the way. 

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I can’t feel my right hand. The ligaments are completely fried after this. What is with this obsession with painting troll girls in pretentious art nouveau-style poses? (Just wait, Terezi is going to be a doozy, believe me!)

I feel a bit uneasy about Nepeta being the only troll in this watercolor series to be despicted in romantic pairing; I know that, despite being a minor character, she’s more than just her relationship with Karkat or Equius. Still, it’s a key aspect of her story, and I sympathize with the poor kid because of how pathetic and doomed her crush on Karkat was. Furthermore, my heart does indeed break a little when I contrast that with their ancestors’ story.

The gold watercolors ended up looking very orange in this. Bluh. o__o

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Pencils, watercolors, gold watercolor pigments, silver Speedball ink, and minimal Copics on hot press watercolor paper.