sometimes instead of a horrid little monk, divine visions of lesbians dance in my head dispensing wisdom
[Image ID: Twelve-panel pen and ink comic. In the first panel, a hairy dyke sweats and blushes in embarrassment as they lift weights at the gym while bystanders glare at them in disgust.
In the second panel, the dyke stands alone wearing a towel, about to enter the bathroom.
In the third panel, they raise a razor to their very hairy leg. A speech bubble interrupts them. It reads: “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
In the forth panel, the dyke gasps and looks over their shoulder in surprise. Their ass is out.
In the fifth panel, the dyke exclaims: “Who… who are you?!” to the five saintly apparitions hovering above them, crowned with halos and garbed in masculine styles from various time periods.
In the sixth panel, the first apparition speaks: “We are the Butches of Ages Past. We appear to you now in your hour of need.”
In the seventh panel, the second apparition says: “We saw that you were about to succumb to societal pressure to shave your legs.”
In the eighth panel, the hairy dyke looks down shamefully at their razor and whines, “People keep staring at me like I’m a walking infection…”
In the ninth panel, all five apparitions shout “DEAL WITH IT!” in unison.
In the tenth panel, the third apparition says: “You wear your stigma with pride and don’t flinch or look back. That’s the way it is done, friend.”
In the eleventh panel, the first apparition places her hand upon the dyke’s shoulder and asks: “If you don’t dyke this place up, who will?” The dyke adopts a determined expression and exclaims: “You’re right!”
In the twelve and final panel, the dyke is back at the gym, lifting a large weight and smirking in smug and wicked pleasure at the alarmed expressions of other patrons. Their legs are still very hairy. Above them a video game-like marker floats in the air and reads: “Mission: DYKE THIS PLACE UP!!!!!”]
Reblogging again for the image description. I thought of trying to type one up, but wasn’t fully sure how to go about describing it. OP rocks.
Good news! You don’t have to be a dyke to not shave your legs! Anyone can shave or not shave!
It’s okay for dykes to make dyke jokes about our dykeness without people having to do this, too.
CGI animators should unionize next. normally, their jobs would be too precarious to strike, since studios would replace them without a second thought, but if it’s part of this larger general film strike, they might finally have meaningful power to better their working conditions
if CGI animators unionized, it would kill the MCU. straight up. the the entire business model is built on exploiting CGI animators
THEY ARE TRYING!!!!! SIGN THE PETITION TO GET THE DISNEY ANIMATORS’ UNION RECOGNIZED
this petition is from IATSE (union), btw! it actually has credibility, unlike most change.org/etc petitions! please sign it!!
Reblog to assess who is a friend and who is an enemy
There is no secret fourth. If you like all of them, pick one. If you like none of them, pick one. If you dont know what pizza is look at the pictures. No none of the above. Fight. Kill
Reversed version so you and your mutuals can bonk back and forth.
wait, hold on
[ID: Three digital sketches of two simple figures with pink hearts connected by pink lines. In the first one, the leftmost figure is dropping their head against the shoulder of the rightmost figure; “BONK” is written above the former’s head. In the second one, they are reversed; “BONK” is written above the rightmost’s head. In the third one, the figures are level and touching foreheads; “BONK” is written above them both. End ID.]
Calvin’s parents decide to take a Hawai'ian vacation. They’re not sure how much of it their son will tolerate but they would like to do at least a few things that involve sandy beaches and scenic cycling routes. They are therefore pleased when Calvin seems to make friends with a local girl about his own age and the two of them run off to play
Now, from Calvin’s point of view what has happened is that he spotted actual aliens, and starts trying to bring this to the attention if the adults. But the tourists are like, “that’s nice, go shoot ‘em with your water gun, have a good time,” and the locals are like, “yeah, they’re an older couple who decided to retire here. Happens all the time.” Eventually, it becomes clear that Spaceman Spiff is going to have to handle it himself.
From Lilo’s point of view, Jumba and Pleakley are her gay uncles, do you mind? Calvin does mind, and so the two of them spend the rest of the afternoon terrorizing Kaua'i in the effort to destroy one another while the aliens alternate between bailing them out of trouble and attempting to escape.
Hobbes and Stitch, meanwhile, are calmly playing checkers and drinking non-alcoholic margaritas.
OP I’m sorry but the last sentence painted SUCH a vivid picture in my mind I had to draw it immediately.
I love how Stitch looks more like a stuffed animal then Hobbes does.
Honestly, in my work as a therapist, I’m seeing this A Lot, and tbh I still don’t have a satisfactory approach to it. A heavy dose of Existentialist “create your own Purpose” tempered with “when the plane’s going down, put your own oxygen mask on first”, but… yeah, there is no ethical way to work on individual emotional distress without acknowledging the systemic socioeconomic, geopolitical fuckery going on at the moment, and the sheer grief that comes with it.
I’m a guidance counselor/psychologist for teenagers and it’s getting really hard to motivate young people to work for a future they don’t believe in.
They look at ther future and see global warming, wwIII, unemployement, political unstability, poison in everything they eat, the earth and animals dying all around them.
I saw this video where someone was asking french teens in the 50s how they imagine the future would be. The war hadn’t been over for long and yet it was all positive with like peace and flying cars and such. Then they went and ask the same questions to nowadays teens and hell that was depressing. Some still had hope, but it was just that “well I hope I’ll have a nice house and maybe some kid” but there was such a hesitancy to it, like they didn’t dare to hope too much.
People mock Greta Thunberg but what they don’t get is that when she said “you stole my dreams”, it was the truth.
Young people don’t get to dream like they used to. They don’t dream anymore, they grief all that won’t be anymore and that’s just so fucking sad.
The fact that both the tweet and these reblogs are pre-pandemic makes this post even worse
