“But–”
all of them
“but what if–”
all of them
“but they don’t–”
a l l o f t h e m
-sincerely, a pan trans woman who is neither
I think my brain accidentally ascended for a second.
Transgender people
Homosexual people
Bisexual people
Genderfluid people
Asexual people
Pansexual people
Autosexual people
Demisexual people
Bigender people
Agender people
Polysexual people
Straight people
Cisgender people
Straight allies of the lgbtqpiad community
ANYONE
What a lovely person
Reblog this picture of me holding a Family Size box of Honey Nut Cheerios? I’d really appreciate it.
“♡” or reblog if you save
yo if you’re a cis girl or afab and femme presenting and you’d be comfortable with having a trans girl roommate, please reblog this. i just need reinforcement that there are girls out there who wouldn’t be disgusted by a girl like me.
If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals
In 6000 years time when their relationship is truly established, Aziraphale digs out his old magician’s costume. He’s kept it in brilliant condition but he can’t stop the aging process completely so it’s rather worn and a bit moth-eaten.
When Crowley sees him in the costume he groans and protests loudly. He asks Aziraphale what he could possibly be wearing it for? After all, they don’t have any kids to entertain!
Aziraphale simply tells Crowley to sit down. He’s been practising some new tricks and he needs an audience. Crowley does so, complaining the whole time, and Aziraphale does some of his usual card tricks and makes a rabbit come out of a hat.
Just as Crowley says ‘Angel, I’ve seen these a hundred times’, Aziraphale reaches out behind Crowley’s ear, and in his hand there isn’t a shiny penny, but a beautiful ring. The band is made from gold crafted into an elegant braid, and there are tiny stones set in it in Crowley’s signature shade of red.
Aziraphale drops to one knee.
It takes a really low person with zero dignity, ethics, or compassion to blatantly steal someone’s work and attempt to pass it off as theirs. On top of that, fanfiction is literally free! Authors are giving you an insight of their souls with every piece of work. Countless amounts of time, work, energy, and emotion were poured into that work that cannot be taken back. And given all that, people still feel the need to steal and plagiarize? I will never understand it.
The beauty of all forms of art is that it’s your own. And to rip off someone’s craft like that? To strip it of all it’s sentimental value and unique qualities? That shit pisses me off.
Do not steal from authors.
Do not steal from artists.
Do not steal from anyone.
Plagiarism is literally a crime.