Oooo. That's Hard.

oh you think your life is hard? try being a gay rat living in france who hates your dad and just wants to cook

before we get an official announcement on who is replacing biden as the nominee, im just going to put this out there: do not mess this up. i don't care how little you like politics. i don't care if this new nominee isn't your first choice.

our alternative is trump. third party splits the votes, and abstaining is just going to fuck the entire united states over. your vote (AND support) matters, and i better see anyone who doesn't want trump to be elected and the United States to become a fascist, authoritarian regime throwing their full support behind this new nominee.

we have three months to go. we're in crunch time. if you don't want to lose your rights, support this new nominee with everything you've got.

edit: just in case this somehow wasn't obvious, this is NOT the post to be a pessimist on. don't say we're fucked. say TRUMP is fucked. we can't go back and change the nomination timeline, but we can absolutely support our new nominee and ensure they get elected.

I FINALLY CONVINCED MY PARENTS TO GET ME THIS!!!!

We are the Pride Knights, and this is our battle cry No enemy can shake us, as hard as they can try There’s a fire in our eyes that no hatred can kill A passion in our hearts that’s as strong as our will To our fellow queers who fight their battles on their own We promise to fight with you, you are never alone To our fellow queers who have fallen with the pain We thank you for your courage, your fight is not in vain We are defenders of the right to be proud of who you are To love who you love and to accept every scar We are your knights, protectors of our pride Together we stand, together we ride

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The tags are everything I know. I am sharing this with every single one to try and spread the word.

Little Intro to Me

Hey everyone. I just realized I should do a little intro to who I am and what I do here.

The name's Yulvin, they/them pronouns

I'm queer

I tend to post whenever and whatever I want

Fandoms I'm in: The Owl House, Creepypasta, a bunch of bands, Riordanverse, Star Wars, writing prompts, and more.

Give me book recomendations. I beg of you

I love old myths and legends. Especially from the USA

I have an OC that I might introduce later, maybe not.

I'm here for a wild ride, not really to get in fights.

This is a safe space. No hate is in my blog

Music is a big part of me, so any music recomendations is welcomed

I'm a terrible speller, so please don't correct my spelling. I know how horrible is.

I play Dungoens and Dragons, mostly fighters and bards

I'm a beatboxer in an A Capella group, but actually do competitions for beatboxing.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask. I don't bite. I do bark though.

Welcome to the chaos that is this blog. Enjoy your stay

@peoplesidk you have to be moonlight. Your atitude and your presence is quite calming but has the affect of everyone else around you.

@harleyacoincidence I would say your street light. Always present and something to look forward to on my way back to Tumblr.

reblog if you're gay, not gay, slightly gay, or if you just want to launch donald trump into a dying star

Dr. Eggman is literally richer than elon musk

Imagine you’re Scott, during Session 7 of Secret Life. You have to trade things for diamonds, and you don’t know what Impulse’s task is, but you do know that Gem has been acting really strangely since she got her task.

(When she opened her task her eyes went wide and she told you to stay away from her for the session. You also could’ve sworn you heard very faint music in the background, but you passed it off as nothing.)

And you finish you secret task and hit “Succeed” and…keep hearing rumors about what Gem and her new friends are up to. When you traded her lava earlier for diamonds, that music from before was there again, not as quiet as the last time. A steady driving disco beat played under the conversation. So maybe you weren’t just hearing things.

(Gem also seems to be resisting the urge to bop her head to the beat, and Bdubs beside her is tapping his foot to it. Odd.)

Then the day carries on and you’re told what’s happening - “A boogey apocolypse!” - and when you go to the already-turned players to play nice and garner favor with them for safety, the music is louder and their gazes are hungry. They move their hips and bob their heads and snap and shimmy and - oh. Oh god.

It’s not a boogey apocolypse. It’s a boogie apocolypse. Oh god.

Then later you and Grian and Cleo (and probably others you can’t remember; only you three survived and you can’t remember the order in which everyone got converted) are hiding at the top of someone’s base, either yours or theirs. It doesn’t much matter which because what you do remember is the disco beat kicking in. You remember the faint percussion in the distance getting louder bit by bit until you can hear the synth, the bass line, the horns - the vocals. You can’t see them yet, but you can hear them…

Dance, dance, dance! Boogie wanderlaaaaand!

And you look out the window, you stomach dropping and your eyes going wide with fear and dread, as a pack of dancing boogie-zombies starts making their way over the hillside in the distance. Gem is at the front, a master of murderous choreography, and you watch on in horror as the entire hoard starts dancing in perfect synchronization.

You don’t know how you’ll get out of it, but if you don’t, it’ll be the most terrifyingly on-beat death you’ll experience in your entire life.

Could you maybe reblog this post if you think respecting trans peoples' names and identities is a basic right and not a political opinion?

No pressure. Just seeking some validation of my sentiment. Due to some. people