I’m probably in Italy at this point what whaaaaat

to bad y’all don’t get to SEE ANY OF IT cuz I’m a HUGE LOSER and didn’t make a mission blog

yeah

um

3 hours…

torintitious:

wunderscheisse:


Okay, I should really stop spamming you with ugly sketches for today.

cuties

torintitious:

wunderscheisse:

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Okay, I should really stop spamming you with ugly sketches for today.

cuties

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cool cyberpunk tip

helioscentrifuge:

ranyakumo:

when referring to people, use “glitch” instead of “bitch”. call them glitches. say theyre being glitchy. not only do you get to avoid using a misogynistic slur, you can also imply that their negativity is an anomaly in the web grid of your life and thus needs to be patched

I REALLY LIKE THIS ACTUALLY

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scratchingpad:

Kitten calls for backup

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that’s it. That’s my room. I cleared it out today, completely. 
Also I have no clothes.

that’s it. That’s my room. I cleared it out today, completely.

Also I have no clothes.

I mean it’s not really a queue more like a couple scheduled posts so that you’ll know, if you happen to see them, when I’m coming home approximately

BUT YOU WON’T KNOW FOR SURE MWA-HA-HA

today is my last day

starting on my queue now

supermattural:

daniwubsbass:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

weareallanemic:

misterpornographic:

killingsecrets:


^ Er Nurse

^ Funeral Director

^Works in management

^Medical professional

^Mr & Mrs Claus

^Teacher

^Vet Tech

For all you tattoo bashers out there.

Tattoos don’t make the character. Learn people. Learn.

This.

The previous generations really did a number on us when it comes to tattoos. They made us believe that tattoos are unprofessional and unsightly, when, really, tattoos and body art have existed through pretty much the entirety of human history. Tattoos, unless they are of an offensive nature, are not any more unprofessional than make-up, or jewelry, etc.I remember one time I was asked by a friend who is a manager if she should hire a guy with tattoos. My first question to her was about how qualified the guy was for the position, and she explained he was very qualified. Her: “If you went to a store to buy something, would it bother you if the person helping you had tattoos?”Me: “As long as he does his job properly and helps me when I need it, he could be wearing a Halloween costume for all I care.” 

bless this post.

this is the same thing about piercings
like do people actually go into stores like “oh my god i cant shop here that person has a nose ring”
if you do then you need to rethink your priorities and think about how stupid you are

supermattural:

daniwubsbass:

sodomymcscurvylegs:

weareallanemic:

misterpornographic:

killingsecrets:

image

^ Er Nurse

image

^ Funeral Director

image

^Works in management

image

^Medical professional

image

^Mr & Mrs Claus

image

^Teacher

image

^Vet Tech

image

For all you tattoo bashers out there.

Tattoos don’t make the character. Learn people. Learn.

This.

The previous generations really did a number on us when it comes to tattoos. They made us believe that tattoos are unprofessional and unsightly, when, really, tattoos and body art have existed through pretty much the entirety of human history. Tattoos, unless they are of an offensive nature, are not any more unprofessional than make-up, or jewelry, etc.

I remember one time I was asked by a friend who is a manager if she should hire a guy with tattoos. My first question to her was about how qualified the guy was for the position, and she explained he was very qualified. 

Her: “If you went to a store to buy something, would it bother you if the person helping you had tattoos?”

Me: “As long as he does his job properly and helps me when I need it, he could be wearing a Halloween costume for all I care.” 

bless this post.

this is the same thing about piercings

like do people actually go into stores like “oh my god i cant shop here that person has a nose ring”

if you do then you need to rethink your priorities and think about how stupid you are

(via dxrandomxb)

imsorryimovedtoaidanturnerspants:

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.
I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.
Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.
Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.
My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.
Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

This. Spread this like wild fire.

imsorryimovedtoaidanturnerspants:

looksomewhereelse:

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.

I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.

I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.

Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.

Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.

My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.

Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.

This. Spread this like wild fire.

(via dxrandomxb)