imalarryshipperdealwithit
khaleesi-of-baker-street:

tardis-mainframe:

wsbuckybarnes:

stylinwho:



omg this reminds me of the most adorable time when my friend had leaked in art class and she was tearing up a bit and this guy who’s usually quiet but is judged as a jerk because his friends tend to be jerks gets up and throws red paint on the side of her shorts and on his own shorts and throws a couple of other colors in too and starts a mini paint war and other people joined in and i nearly cried because of how cute it was

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Hold on to those men and never let go

khaleesi-of-baker-street:

tardis-mainframe:

wsbuckybarnes:

stylinwho:

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omg this reminds me of the most adorable time when my friend had leaked in art class and she was tearing up a bit and this guy who’s usually quiet but is judged as a jerk because his friends tend to be jerks gets up and throws red paint on the side of her shorts and on his own shorts and throws a couple of other colors in too and starts a mini paint war and other people joined in and i nearly cried because of how cute it was

Hold on to those men and never let go

imalarryshipperdealwithit

wellthatsjustme:

relahvant:

norsegays:

astrolope:

People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.

I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.

A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?

It is a big deal because i’m a transman

It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.

Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.

At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.

At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.

TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.

Target are honestly doing retail so bloody right

And here, ladies and gentlemen, you notice the main difference between people on facebook and those who choose to spend their time on tumblr, there for sure are exceptions, thank god, but you know

handjob
cyprith:

wintergrey:

Reminder that Ferguson is a food desert and school is canceled. People’s movement is restricted. The work of the St Louis Food Bank is vital right now. Help if you can. (x)
STL FOOD BANK

Consider also donating in Michael Brown’s name, as the erin e did above.
Let the Ferguson police department know:

Ferguson Police Department
222 S Florissant Rd
Ferguson, MO 63135
314-522-3100

cyprith:

wintergrey:

Reminder that Ferguson is a food desert and school is canceled. People’s movement is restricted. The work of the St Louis Food Bank is vital right now. Help if you can. (x)

STL FOOD BANK

Consider also donating in Michael Brown’s name, as the erin e did above.

Let the Ferguson police department know:

Ferguson Police Department
222 S Florissant Rd
Ferguson, MO 63135
314-522-3100
bottled-up-emotionss

day 1,
there’s something about hospital lights and how they make everything seem traslucent and unreal and i swear i don’t remember anything, but the feeling of unreality. you can’t be gone. no. things like that don’t really happen. not in real life anyway.
day 3,
i should have bought that black dress we saw when we we went to the pier. the one i have is too sexy. and you’re not around to tell me - there’s no such thing.
day 4,
i hate funerals. you’re not here to hold my hand. why did they close the casket? i wish i could see your face.
day 7,
my mother tells me i should eat something.
day 8,
is alcohol food?
day 11,
i haven’t slept in three days. i don’t want to ruin the smell of our bed. it still smells like you. like us.
day 14,
my mother washed the sheets while i was asleep on the couch. i kicked her out. i miss you. no, i don’t want to call her. yes, i will.
day 15,
the guy at the coffee shop asked me where you were today. i said you were on a trip, coming back in a week. it didn’t feel like a lie.
day 21,
our lease is almost up. i don’t know what to do. i can’t think.
day 22,
i’m keeping the apartment.
day 23,
i’m moving out.
day 24,
i can’t move out. it’s our apartment.
day 28,
i extended the lease. no name on it. it feels wrong. all of this feels wrong. come back.
day 30,
it’s been a month. i called your mother. she cried. your dad said to stop calling for a while.
day 35,
your parents want your things back.
day 36,
i can’t bring myself to empty your side of the closet.
day 37,
your shirts still smell like you.
day 38,
my therapist said to stop texting you. apparently it’s bad for me. i told her you dying was pretty crappy. she didn’t think it was funny. maybe i’m losing it.
day 58,
i still miss you every day.
day 65,
500 days of summer came out. i don’t want to watch it without you.
day 80,
i watched it. you would have hated it.
day 100,
i hate christmas.
day 101,
i’m hungover. i miss you. i can’t stop crying. my head hurts.
day 150,
i met someone. i hate that i like him. i hate that he makes me laugh. i hate that you’d think he’s a great guy.
day 170,
we had sex. i cried after.
day 200,
he found a photo of us. said it’s about time i move on. we broke up.
day 201,
i still miss you. i don’t miss him. but you’re not here.
day 270,
i got a haircut. i hate it. i look like a chipmunk.
day 271,
maybe it’s not that bad. it works from some angles.
day 302,
happy anniversary baby.
day 303,
i’m a mess. i hate you for leaving me like this.
day 304,
i don’t hate you. i’m sorry. i love you. i miss you.
day 350,
i quit. i hated that place anyway.
day 357,
i asked for my job back. it wasn’t so bad.
day 365,
i spent the whole day on your bench. now i understand why families make them.
day 370,
i’m moving out.
day 371,
i’m moving in with him. i’m sorry.
day 463,
i still miss you, but sometimes i forget.
day 500,
i’m engaged.

number disconnected

m.v., 500 days of grief.  (via findingwordsforthoughts)