REBLOG THIS IF YOU AREN’T HOMOPHOBIC

young-and-youtube-obsessed:

young-and-youtube-obsessed:

I’m putting the usernames in a notebook to give to my family when I finally come out to them. They told me once when I was little that if I ever came out to be gay to not tell anyone because they thought I’d be judged so please reblog so I can show them that people in my generation are different than theirs.

I’m not coming out until I fill the notebook. So if you want to help?

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time-space-and-timey-whimey-stuf:

werefinallygowensomewhere:

jeremy-ruiner:

doctorwhoalldayerreyday:

I think that when you send celebrities fan mail, you should send them the worst picture that was ever taken of them to be signed.

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Oh my God guys… wait.

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dennys:

nonstaff:

What’s up with the denny’s tumblr? Does a national restaurant chain really need to post such stupid stuff?

I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now

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dontbeanassbutt:

moc-tod-ffuts-modnar:

iamtonysexual:

sherlock-mania:

remember-pants-terezi:

heyxkids:

YOU CANT CHANGE THE VOLUME OF THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD

FUCKING TRY I DARE YOU

ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND ITS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MIND SOMEONE HUG ME

I CAN MAKE IT SCREAM WITHOUT GETTING LOUDER

H E L P

Holy shit whispering is the same volume as shouting as loud as I can

what have you done

We think in concepts

Concepts have no volume

Because a thought is the loudest silence of all.

whoa there socrates

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partifoul:

birchsoda:

nazmat:

hotanimebabe:

straight dudes 100 percent of their lives

I didn’t think people like this actually existed

Here we see the Greater Douchebag in one of their natural habitats. Like many poisonous animals, the bright colors are a warning to stay away.

the no homo sapiens

partifoul:

birchsoda:

nazmat:

hotanimebabe:

straight dudes 100 percent of their lives

I didn’t think people like this actually existed

Here we see the Greater Douchebag in one of their natural habitats. Like many poisonous animals, the bright colors are a warning to stay away.

the no homo sapiens

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givebirthtothesound:

fandoms-are-my-one-true-love:

All my favorite Harry Potter bad lip reading gifs I have collected 

I will reblog these every single time.

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captainharrison:

george-harri-done-with-ur-shit:

captainharrison:

What I awoke to on Facebook this morning

oh my god, george is probably laughing at the irony

it’s trending on facebook now oh my god

captainharrison:

george-harri-done-with-ur-shit:

captainharrison:

What I awoke to on Facebook this morning

oh my god, george is probably laughing at the irony

it’s trending on facebook now oh my god

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supercalifragifuckoff:

While playing his ukulele at a party one evening, George Harrison was approached by a beautiful groupie.

"Come on upstairs with me love," said Harrison, "and give me a blow job."

The girl obediently followed Harrison upstairs.

"The entire time I sucked him off," she later complained, "he kept playing that damned ukulele!"

 [At the critical moment, Harrison reportedly ended the song with a climactic strum, before promptly launching into another one.]

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thelovelymocker:

New to the Beatles? Can’t decide on which Beatle you like the most? Want to find a favorite? Here are some Beatle facts:

John Lennon: 

  • He’s outspoken
  • He’s actually a very nice guy (not a complete prick like most people would make him out to be)
  • He’s a genius (not just a musical genius, but a legit genius)
  • He’s the sexiest
  • He’s actually much more goofier than Ringo
  • He’s quite sarcastic
  • He wrote two books
  • He feels passionately about the injustices in the world and strives to change them
  • He was emotionally neglected as a child and has several demons still with him
  • He tries to mend his failed relationships with Paul, Cynthia, and Julian
  • He almost never had security around him because he trusted people to be kind and respectful towards him
  • He was obsessed with Paul and finely attuned to his music
  • He was quite insecure about himself
  • He treated the women he loved as if they were queens (except later on with Cynthia when they’re personalities began to clash)
  • Apparently, he was also the roughest lover
  • He was also submissive and a stay at home dad in the 70’s

Overall, he was a sweet insecure wanna be macho man who was actually quite soft on the inside. He strived to do what was right, but was so insecure and emotionally distraught that people often took advantage of him. He was a genius and in love with Paul (not romantically, I think).

Paul McCartney:

  • He’s the privatest of the Beatles, he sheltered his emotions about his own mother’s, John, and Linda’s deaths
  • He’s a family man
  • He’s the cutest of the Beatles
  • He’s very feminine (not just in looks)
  • He’s the best husband
  • He adopted Linda’s daughter, Heather, and cared for her as his own (which is rare among men)
  • He’s apparently the best lover
  • His soul mate was Linda
  • He was the most studious, responsible, and logical of all the Beatles
  • He had planned to study as a teacher

Overall, he was quite sheltered developing the bright cheery personality he has. He’s most likely a woman and he’s the perfect husband and family man. He was smart and logical and tried to evade scandal as much as possible (unlike John).

George Harrison:

  • He’s the most caring of the Beatles
  • He actually isn’t quiet at all
  • He created the first concert for charity
  • He’s obsessed with India
  • He’s a good listener (even when people talked about themselves because he loved listening to new perspectives and ideas)
  • He’s the handsomest of the Beatles
  • He’s the kindest of the Beatles (paying for crying fans that were short on money to enter the Cavern Club one night anonymously)
  • He’s apparently the most caring lover
  • He literally went to Sweden to evade the taxman
  • He’s a musical genius
  • He loves God more than anything
  • He wanted Dhani to ditch school to go on adventures with him
  • He told the cops to ‘F*** off’ when they brought Dhani home one day
  • He gave ukuleles to his friends for a ukulele jam out
  • People say that he brought warmth into their lives
  • He maintained a great friendship with his ex wife, Pattie Boyd. 
  • He accepted death with grace and happiness
  • He’s satisfied with himself

Overall, he was the kindest, handsomest, and most caring Beatle. He seemed quiet because he simply didn’t like the fame he achieved and he loved God. He was the best person to meet.  

Ringo Starr:

  • He’s very goofy
  • He’s the adorablest
  • He’s apparently the nicest lover
  • Ringo was the best and most revolutionary drummer
  • He swept George’s affair with Maureen (his wife) right under the carpet and maintained his friendship with him up until the end
  • He tried teaching Dhani the drums, but traumatized him
  • Ringo considered the Beatles as his family and was the peacemaker between them (he was heartbroken when they broke up)

Overall, he was like a child; goofy, unconditionally nice, and a peacemaker. When his family broke up, his heart did as well. He was the greatest drummer and most forgiving Beatle. His heart was as big as his nose.

Which one do you like now?

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royalblackpirate:

epic-vines:

When tree branches get in my way

Vine by: Logan Paul

How we manage to cram such genius in 6 seconds is beyond me. This is art.

royalblackpirate:

epic-vines:

When tree branches get in my way

Vine by: Logan Paul

How we manage to cram such genius in 6 seconds is beyond me. This is art.

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holysheerios:

holysheerios:

teddysfotos:

i just

I’m so sorry

PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS I DONT REALLY KNOW WHAT A MANGO IS BUT IT SEEMED LIKE A GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME

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Purple: 10 facts about my room.
Blue: 9 facts about my family.
Green: 8 facts about my body
Yellow: 7 facts about my childhood
Orange: 6 facts about my home town.
Red: 5 facts about my bestfriend(s).
Pink: 4 facts about my parents.
White: 3 facts about my personality.
Grey: 2 facts about my favourite things
Black: 1 fact about the person I like.

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dajo42:

Throughout school, I played drag roles in almost every play I was in. I always pretended like I didn’t enjoy it, but to be honest, nothing felt better than going up in front of hundreds of people wearing a skirt and fishnets. Even though I was acting, playing a part, I truly felt like myself. Since leaving school, I haven’t done a great deal of acting on stage, but I feel like I’ve done a lot of acting in general. Putting on a show every day. Lying to everybody including myself.
Because you see, I liked wearing the dresses. I liked that people called me by feminine names when I wore them, I liked that my drama teacher got jealous of how my legs looked in fishnets, I liked that after every show I walked around the audience in costume and got dozens of compliments. I liked being a woman, because, shocker, I was one. I stopped lying to myself last year, I stopped denying that I felt female. I awkwardly ordered a skirt off the internet without knowing my size at all and considered it a real breakthrough when I managed to wear it to walk ten minutes to the shop, even though it was covered entirely by a big coat. Shortly afterward, I posted pictures in the skirt, and well, that’s when the hate started.
I got messages threatening violence, messages saying I looked stupid, messages saying I should stop wearing skirts or stop existing. And I wanted to do both of those things, really, but I didn’t. I didn’t stop because of my friends, and my followers. See, I went to a friend’s house and changed into a skirt in their bathroom and they didn’t treat me any different. They complimented my legs, which was nice, and they helped me through the threats. Then I asked my friends and my followers to refer to me with she/her/hers pronouns, and they happily obliged. To this day, I still get a twinge of happiness when I hear my friends refer to me as “she”.
And that was what gave me the confidence to go and buy dresses. I’d wanted them for fucking ages, I wanted to present in a way that made me feel like myself, and my friends and followers being so accepting finally gave me the courage. I’ve had hate since then, lots of it, oh God, SO much. Some of it you’ve probably seen, I got a lot of followers from my responses. Some of it you haven’t, because I didn’t publish it. But you know what? I’ve carried on. I’ve carried on wearing dresses because I know that people trying to put me down don’t fucking matter.
This daisy dress was the first dress I bought. I’ll readily admit that the daisies are goofy, I’ll admit that it was cheap, I’ll admit that maybe it’s just a liiiiiiittle bit shorter than I’d like it to be, but it’s mine. It’s my dress. This is Dajo’s Daisy Dress, right here. When I wear it, I feel like myself, and I’m reminded of everybody who’s been there with me while I’ve been trying my best to feel like myself as much as possible.
I’m not secure in my body, really. I’m not happy with most of it. I’m goofy and awkward and I have no balance and everything’s kind of a mess. But that doesn’t fucking matter. I am Dajo, I am a trans woman, I am beautiful as heck, and I am wearing My Daisy Dress.
Couldn’t have done it without you, friends. <3

dajo42:

Throughout school, I played drag roles in almost every play I was in. I always pretended like I didn’t enjoy it, but to be honest, nothing felt better than going up in front of hundreds of people wearing a skirt and fishnets. Even though I was acting, playing a part, I truly felt like myself. Since leaving school, I haven’t done a great deal of acting on stage, but I feel like I’ve done a lot of acting in general. Putting on a show every day. Lying to everybody including myself.

Because you see, I liked wearing the dresses. I liked that people called me by feminine names when I wore them, I liked that my drama teacher got jealous of how my legs looked in fishnets, I liked that after every show I walked around the audience in costume and got dozens of compliments. I liked being a woman, because, shocker, I was one. I stopped lying to myself last year, I stopped denying that I felt female. I awkwardly ordered a skirt off the internet without knowing my size at all and considered it a real breakthrough when I managed to wear it to walk ten minutes to the shop, even though it was covered entirely by a big coat. Shortly afterward, I posted pictures in the skirt, and well, that’s when the hate started.

I got messages threatening violence, messages saying I looked stupid, messages saying I should stop wearing skirts or stop existing. And I wanted to do both of those things, really, but I didn’t. I didn’t stop because of my friends, and my followers. See, I went to a friend’s house and changed into a skirt in their bathroom and they didn’t treat me any different. They complimented my legs, which was nice, and they helped me through the threats. Then I asked my friends and my followers to refer to me with she/her/hers pronouns, and they happily obliged. To this day, I still get a twinge of happiness when I hear my friends refer to me as “she”.

And that was what gave me the confidence to go and buy dresses. I’d wanted them for fucking ages, I wanted to present in a way that made me feel like myself, and my friends and followers being so accepting finally gave me the courage. I’ve had hate since then, lots of it, oh God, SO much. Some of it you’ve probably seen, I got a lot of followers from my responses. Some of it you haven’t, because I didn’t publish it. But you know what? I’ve carried on. I’ve carried on wearing dresses because I know that people trying to put me down don’t fucking matter.

This daisy dress was the first dress I bought. I’ll readily admit that the daisies are goofy, I’ll admit that it was cheap, I’ll admit that maybe it’s just a liiiiiiittle bit shorter than I’d like it to be, but it’s mine. It’s my dress. This is Dajo’s Daisy Dress, right here. When I wear it, I feel like myself, and I’m reminded of everybody who’s been there with me while I’ve been trying my best to feel like myself as much as possible.

I’m not secure in my body, really. I’m not happy with most of it. I’m goofy and awkward and I have no balance and everything’s kind of a mess. But that doesn’t fucking matter. I am Dajo, I am a trans woman, I am beautiful as heck, and I am wearing My Daisy Dress.

Couldn’t have done it without you, friends. <3

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