me, a lesbian, mistaking a nice twink for a nice butch lesbian: [gives him the lesbian nod]
him, a twink, mistaking me for a twink: [gives me the gay once over]
me, a sensitive dyke: [calls an uber and spends the whole time misty eyed, wondering why this nice butch would look me over like i wasn’t a HUMAN BEING, like i was something to be gawked at. i ignore my Uber driver’s attempt at small talk, staring out the window and questioning everything i know about life, meaning, and the pursuit of lesbianism]
him, a confused gay: [stares at the space this twink just vacated, completely floored. a nod. does he think this is a game. does he think this is a joke. this isn’t a PTA meeting where you nod at your old friend but also secret enemy Brenda from across the room. was i not even worth the once over. have i lost my game. what does this mean]
This is the best scene in the entirety of IZ imo it’s literally perfect
according to the staff commentary for this episode, the script actually called for heavy traffic to be rushing past Dib and Zim in this scene, which is why they’re shouting at each other, and you can even still sort of hear the sound effects
but then, for whatever reason, in the finished episode they just
I started drawing this MONTHS ago and just kept coming back to it and leaving it again for later. My watcher, concept loosely based around 10 of swords tarot cards. Time to get nuked by tumbler due to Artistic Nudity ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Yesterday at the foster clinic there was a woman with a litter of tiny, tiny kittens, one of whom was a beautiful orange and white creamsicle. I told her, “I love orange boy cats, they are all so stupid.” and the foster mom said to me, with tears of love in her eyes, face glowing with maternal pride, “He is only 6 days old and I can already tell that he’s going to be so stupid!”
christian missionaries really will just show up at your door full of bad and stupid opinions you absolutely did not ask for then act hurt when you get short with them because they don’t know when to fuck off
like sirs and ma’ams i hate to break it you but y’all are not martyrs suffering for the greater good. you’re pushy strangers who show up at people’s houses uninvited to tell them about a religion they’re most likely not interested in and you get bonus asshole points for thinking it’s acceptable to preach for homophobic/transphobic organizations on the doorsteps of random lgbt ppl. ppl not being happy to see you isn’t an attack against you it’s you experiencing normal consequences for being rude.
I hate this idea people have that if a parent walks in and turns off the tv while their kids are watching or playing something it’s evidence of some unhealthy attachment or addiction to technology if they get pissed off. If you walk up and slap a book out of my hand while I’m reading I’m going to have the same reaction, fuck off you’re not making some great social commentary you’re just being an ass hole.
If you slap a sandwich out of my hands and I get pissed it doesn’t mean I’m addicted to eating it just means I was enjoying something and then you had to be an asshole lmao
the funniest thing we do to alligators is duct tape their mouths shut when we need to handle them. imagine being a creature so ancient and undefeatable that you haven’t changed in thousands of years being rendered basically defenseless by a piece of plastic
