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#I am the Queen of Pride
chrissy-kaos · 4 months
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🩸🩸“If your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours” - Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu🩸🩸
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justdavina · 5 months
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DRAG QUEEN FRIDAY'S----MISS FARRAH MOAN. She's HOT!!!
Is there such a thing as Drag Queen Friday's...I don't know? But it sure sounds fun!! We'll start something new ladies!
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sevenlersiniz · 1 year
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That cheesy thing when you want to hold hands so tightly and walk so close together that you end up wobbling around in some imitation of a three-legged-race? They do that.
My girlfriend compared us to Lumity—surefire way to get me to draw it
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aaandbackstabbed · 3 months
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Noticing a pattern amongst my favourite characters where they adopt one specific trait in order to survive ‘the horrors’ and then once they’ve made it through said horrors they hold on to that trait as if its their only life line because as far as they’re concerned it was their only life line however what they don’t fully realise is it’s actually hindering them and they’re relationships then I need the internal battle between instinct and growth. So now there’s a choice between letting go and thriving or being stubborn and continuing they’re destructive ways. They’re choice makes no difference to me I just need them to struggle with their survival/coping mechanism.
This says absolutely nothing about my mental state or my childhood.
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A non-exhaustive list of reasons to end the monarchy
The concept of a monarchy is actively undemocratic. The head of state should not be someone who is only in that position because they were born into the right family.
They stand for a history of racism and imperialism. This country has done some truly terrible things in its history and the monarchy are a symbol of that. In order to attempt to begin to undo the harm that we have done, we need to remove the symbol of other’s oppression.
She had previously lobbied the government to hide her own personal wealth. Her private lawyer put pressure on the government to alter proposed legislation in order to stop her personal shareholdings from being known to the public.
Prince Charles lobbied the government on many occasions. His ‘black spider memos’ show that he has repeatedly pressured ministers on a wide range of topics from the Iraq war to badger culling to alternative therapies. He has used his power to lobby the government on subjects that would affect him.
The Queen does not occupy a ceremonial role as is frequently claimed. Ministers and civil servants have to consult the queen and charles. Civil servants have to get the consent of the royals on pieces of legislation, which can cause delays on implementation. 
Windsor castle brings in less money than Windsor Legoland does. The many castles that are owned by the royal family could be used to create spaces for the public to enjoy or to be used as shelter for the homeless. The Louvre in Paris used to be house of the French monarchy and gets over twenty times the tourists. Edinburgh castle hasn’t had the monarchy live in it for centuries and yet it still brings in tourism.
Prince Andrew is widely known to be connected to Jeffrey Epstein and he has not had to face any repercussions for his actions despite blatantly lying when being asked about his actions. The royal family have defended him and prevented him from facing the consequences for his actions.
When the Queen and Prince Philip met she was a thirteen year old girl and he was nineteen and instantly in love with her. 
They cost around £334 million per year. This money could be used to help the poor, to give to the NHS (It’s quite a good figure to give to the NHS), to repair and build infrastructure, to support small businesses that are struggling and so much more. It should also be noted that the royal household publish a much lower figure than this, so they are trying to cover this up.
It’ll be funny
We need the horrible histories song to remain correct and the only way to do that is to have Liz be the last monarch.
We can get more bank holidays if we do it.
Parasites aren’t people.
They’re all cunts.
Something to do.
Eat the rich.
A lot of americans like them
Guillotines are cool and we need to use them more
I’m cool and sexy and always right
The jokes after Phil died were funny and I want to see more jokes like that
It’s Pride Month and I’m queer. 
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maskednerd · 11 months
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Genderfluid Flag colorpicked from the Titan
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lyxchen · 1 year
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Pride month is coming up and I'm ✨️exciteddd✨️
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anonymusbosch · 11 months
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replacing "kink at pride" discourse with "kink at the bougie-ass smoothie shop hawking acai smoothies for like $14 and hanging up a poster for Pride as if that's anything." if a place has pride posters up then you should get AT LEAST a 10% discount for wearing one of those puppy masks or having freaky transgender sex in the store
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bottomvalerius · 10 months
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Also got high and started doodling a young peepaw thirst trap last night because I’ve been thinking about himmmmm
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justdavina · 12 days
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SEXY SEXY SEXY! Mega HOT drag Queen! There's no putting out that fire! DAMN! I cum just looking at her!
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france-talks · 1 year
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i was legit shaking when i watched the new d20 trailer. seeing some of my fav drag queens on the silly little dnd show i watch truly brought me a different kind of joy. brennan dressing up nailed the coffin for me
happy pride everyone
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hazel2468 · 2 years
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Friendly reminder that I am QUEER. I choose to be queer, to use that label, for two reasons.
One- I like it. It encompasses everything I am in one neat simple word. It tells people “I am... Different” and leaves it at that. It doesn’t define me into one single box. It doesn’t prescribe me a way to act, dictated by an arbitrary group who have decided that they alone get to decide if I am X enough this week. It is vague, and HUGE, and all-encompassing, and I love it.
The second reason is because I have spent my entire life being told what I should call myself. Don’t call yourself a spaz, you’re not a spaz, you’re just... Special. Don’t call yourself a Jew, that’s a dirty word, you’re... A person of Jewish faith. Don’t call yourself fat, you’re beautiful, you’re... Curvy. Don’t call yourself a tomboy, girls can be different, you’re just... A girl. Don’t call yourself disabled, that’s so negative, you’re just... A little sick.
All of those words, all that beating around the bush, dancing around a definition so as not to offend the delicate sensibilities of people who are not me, who do not share my experiences, and NONE OF IT saved me from being those things. Calling myself a “gifted student who talked too much” did not save me from the consequences of being an ADHD spaz. Calling myself a “person of Jewish faith” did not, and will never, save me from being targeted by racist antisemites as a Jew. Calling myself “curvy” did not, and does not, save me from the medical discrimination of being fat. Calling myself a “normal girl” did not save me from the consequences of being GNC when I was younger, and being genderqueer now. Calling myself “a differently abled person” does not save me from the consequences of being disabled.
If anything, using those suggested words has made it HARDER to connect with myself, HARDER to realize who I am and what I need, HARDER to advocate for myself, HARDER to find other people like me who share my experiences, who can support me, who can offer me insight into things I never understood before that suddenly become clear when I have an actual word for who and what I am.
I am QUEER. It is who I am. It is what I am. It is what I call myself. It is something that, given the choice? I would choose to be. It is something I am PROUD of.
The world will never let me forget that I am a spaz. That I am a Jew. That I am fat, disabled, a tomboy, a queer. So now, these are things I never want to forget that I am. These are parts of me, parts of me that I have fought long and hard to understand, to accept, to connect with, to love.
And I’ll be damned if some fuckwits think they can come along and take from me the parts that I have fought the hardest to nurture, protect, and adore.
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fantasy-costco · 11 months
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Yesterday we went to a rodeo themed pride event and the drag queens were all preforming as country stars and they were so incredible but I'm specifically going to be losing my mind about the queen preforming as Reba McEntire for the rest of my fucking life
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doctor-whu · 2 years
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Tina Cohen-Chang + Pan Colours x x x x x x
@gleeful-paintbox-project week 18: Prom Queen
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visd3stele · 2 years
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i find the old tales alluring. they may be grimmer, they may be unfiltered, but the roughness in them makes them all the more beautiful. like gems in the walls of caves, uncut, unshaped, unpolished by human hands. sure, the jewels that come from them are stunning, but can't compare with the breathtaking shine of gems where they belong to.
they're still magical, the old fairytales. the original versions, as we call them now. it's just a different kind of magic. closer. of this world. earthgrounded. while the ones disney, for example, stream, are otherwordly, the folk tales take inspiration from the world around, make it seem like we could walk outside and live in one of them.
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vanillabat99 · 1 year
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I don't know where I'm going with this, but the other day my mom and I were having a conversation about her starting up a GSA in her office at work. She was telling me about the people she's been meeting and what she wants to do. She was telling me how she doesn't really want to make a float for the local Pride Parade, not because she doesn't think Pride is important, but because she wants to help the people who aren't able to go to Pride. She was telling me how she wants to find every resource possible and put them everywhere she can, all because she's learned through me that there are plenty of people who are struggling. She told me that I made her realise she cares. She told me that my coming out and my experiences so far have made her want to take action, because she knows how hard it's been for me.
My initial coming out was not an ideal scenario, I was peer pressured and met with indifference. After coming out, my parents would recommend lots of movies to me. Recommendations that I would dismiss as their usual weird 80s/90s media preferences. Movies that I have recently found out are monumental pieces of art about being gay or trans. Movies they would lovingly quote. Movies they wanted me to watch with them. Movies about people like me.
Before I came out as trans, I was having a rough night and asked my dad if we could go for a drive. It was late and dark and we were all alone on the dirt road. I remember telling him I don't think I even meet the base criteria for being a lesbian, and he told me I didn't have to have short hair and be tough if that wasn't who I was. That I could be any kind of lesbian I wanted to be. Even though I hadn't told anyone about my gender struggles, his advice really stuck with me. I can be any kind of person I want to be.
My father came back from a dragon boat competition in America with a little rainbow pin for me. My mother got pronoun pins that she wears to work. My aunt gave me my first binder.
The mother of some kids I went to school with runs a local transgender support network. I found out about it through an event they were hosting that my school's GSA was advertising. I went to many events with my friends. My parents would often drive us all. I remember the laughs and the tears and connections I felt. Family friends have a kid who came out recently and my parents told them about the local organisation. My mom ran a donation drive through her work for it. A coworker of hers told her she was able to help her kids after finding out about it through the drive. A whole spiderweb of connections and care.
I've had kids I used to babysit reach out to me. I've been the first person they've told about being gay or bi or trans.
I remember when I was younger and I accidentally got outed to my all-girls cabin at bible camp, and immediately responded with shame and embarrassment. I remember finding the small handful of other kids who were like me. I remember them consoling me over having to wear a dress, how maybe next year I can cut off all my hair and wear a suit. I remember sneaking out on the last night to hold hands and watch the stars.
I came out as gay when I was 14. I came out as trans when I was 17. I'm 20 now. I still think about the people I've met, however brief, and I wonder how they're doing, if they're in their 20s. I hope so.
I think I will watch those movies tomorrow.
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