Deity Of Class

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i post for the girls who used to read obsessively but can no longer pick up a book and also are no longer girls

stranger things characters as textposts part 5 (?)

From the Chinese dating game show 非诚勿扰 (Fei Cheng Wu Rao), If You Are The One.

There is literally no moral value to any gender. It is All Morally Neutral. It should go without saying but I think we've circled back societally to assigning value and personality based on gender

ever have a blorbo live in your brain for so long they become their own blorbo variant that’s no longer fully attached to their source material and your original blorbo is still beloved and dear to you but now you also have a mutant blorbo clone who is dear to you in a different way? 

makes this within like, 3 hours and throws it at tumblr because i NEEDED to make this with One Piece characters.

also because i think the idea of the Marines having a diversity initiative is the funniest shit in the world.

rbs > likes pls

edit: i'm moving all my art to my art blog here: @vergilbergart

Sans sweep was so powerful the residual shockwaves accidentally killed the fucking queen

An Update:

Also, happy Antifa mob anniversary

(through gritted teeth) i love being out of my comfort zone it is necessary for my personal development

It always upsets me so much when I see interpretations/illustrations of the two headed calf poem that show a living calf being torn away from its mother and killed to sell to a museum and framing the poem as being "humanity kills beautiful things for being different".

Two headed cows almost never survive more than a few hours after their birth. The farmer finds the *body* the next day. The calf was destined to die, and that's a tragedy, but for the time it was alive, it had a beautiful and unique experience.

It's not a poem about the cruelty of man. It's a poem about the beauty of life in an indifferent universe. It's about purpose and beauty being able to exist even in an existence doomed to come to an end, as all our lives are. It's not a poem about how a calf dies, but how, even for only a brief moment, it was alive.

And, for that moment, because of that life, however fleeting, the sky had twice as many stars.