ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: If You Walk From Home, School, Office Or Anywhere And You Are Alone And

Mac: *sees a stranger doing something stupid*

Mac: What an idiot.

Mac: *realizes it’s Jack*

Mac: Wait, that’s my idiot.

fandom: omg this fandom is so dead. no one makes new content.

content creators: hi, no, we’re still here. making new stuff. lately people haven’t been reblogging as much for some reason, but -

fandom: sometimes i can still hear their voices…

Turns out, the only white paint we’ve got is the glossy-finish outdoor paint, so this is all I could get today. I’ve got them sandwiched between 2 pieces of cardboard w some books stacked on top rn to flatten them, and tomorrow after work I’m gonna pick up some white paint and hopefully at least get the sky done

May the next few months be a period of transformation for you.

“Bozer called me and told me what happened. And, sure, I’m missing mandatory rehab for my arm, but I wanted to be here for you, man.”

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Jack Dalton to Mac in MacGyver, episode 119

Leelah Alcorn’s blog was deleted and posts about her are being removed. Don’t stop spreading this. Reblog everything you can, post everything you can. 

These are her pictures

here are some of her drawings

this is her note

Don’t let this die.

Not this.

online friends

“my friend the electrical engineer,” i say, or of someone else: “my friend the Canadian,” “my friend in Denver.” and i am down south, states and miles away.

“how did you meet?” they ask, puzzled by how far-flung my friendships. “the internet,” i say, a little proud, a little defensive because the next words are inevitable.

they always ask with a mix of amusement and horror. always. “have you met in person? no? how can you be sure it’s not an old pervert in his mother’s basement, a serial killer on the prowl?”

how can we be sure of anyone? the man who married a pastor’s daughter, then shot his pregnant wife in the back of the head–they thought they knew him. but these anonymous souls: they’re my friends.

we talk of books and ideas, family and differences in where we live and why we do what we do, and trade stupid jokes like candy, sweet and inclusive and joyful. my friends. my soul friends, who i meet on the internet.

friendships are not born of handshakes. they’re born of shared things and shared interests and sometimes just because you’re human and i’m human, and that praise God is enough. even over the internet, that is enough.

I know same! I don’t know of any, in part to the fact that like NO ONE KNOWS WHAT DSYGRAPHIA IS! Everyone just thinks I’m mispronounceing dsylexia.

Does anyone know about any artists with dysgraphia, because I’m feeling really discouraged about my abilities, and I just want to know if it’s even possible to become an artist with dysgraphia.

The first on-screen kiss between two men.

“Wings”, 1927