Straight Pride UK, A Campaign for Heterosexual Pride, Equal Rights for Heterosexuals. Awareness and acceptance of heterosexuals, Right to refuse
someone please tell me this is a joke
Heterosexual Pride Parade set to be on the 15th of White History Month
Peter stared deep into his cup of coffee as the silence just began to take root and bloom into a full grown flower with social anxiety. The cup jittering on it’s tiny plate as the train continued its journey through the countryside and low income residential areas. A few drops jumping free of their container on every rough bump as if trying to escape the awkward atmosphere of the dining car. Peter decided to look up shortly. A mistake. The person opposite of him was partially frozen, their cup hovering just short of their lip. Peter had said three words that no man should ever throw around. Words he definitely shouldn’t of said to his best friend. Particularly when his best friend, is another dude.
“C.. Can we just forget I said that?” Peter asked, quickly bringing his cup to his lips, pretending to drink.
“I uh… I don’t think I can just forget that.” spoke Clark, finally lowering his cup back to the table.
“Just.. please forget it.” Peter insisted, but Clark shook his head.
“No, no you said it. It’s out there now.” Clark rubbed his chin aggressively, “You just.. made a mistake, you didn’t know what you were saying, that’s alright.”
“No, I meant it.. I…” Clark cut Peter short.
“You’re mistaken.” Clark glared fiercely into Peter’s eyes, “Now shut the fuck up before the entire fucking car hears you.”
The silence began again, the flower opening its petals to a new dawn of an uncomfortable morning. Peter knew what he said, he meant every word. He wasn’t surprised Clark reacted the way he did.
“Look, like you said.. It’s out there, you might not like it, but it’s true. You just have to accept that.” Peter said, though he wished he hadn’t.
“Shut, the fuck up. I don’t have to accept bullshit like that, especially from you.” Clark nearly stood up, but decided against it, not wishing to draw further attention to the situation, “You’re fucking lucky I don’t beat the shit out of you for what you just said.”
“I thought you’d be more open minded about this, Like I said it was a mistake I said it, if I would’ve known you’d react this way I would’ve kept it to myself.” Peter stood up and left the car.
Why did he have to open his big mouth. Why did he have to say what he did. He just had to say those 3 stupid fucking words. Why did he have to fucking say those 3 words…
My dick’s bigger
Jilganheim for King of the Weasels.
Keep on weaseling itachi-ou-kun
Every time you draw something for me, you always make an anime version, why. Why do you always make an anime version?
Guest answer by plutonium ape because the normal guy’s really
lazy busy right now with finals.
I asked this fifty years ago.
A series of drawing s from My livestream. Of some guy who claims to eb the king of the weasels.
I wish you would of put all related pics in one post, so I could share with the world why the internet is a terrible terrible place.
This was a crossover comic that my internet acquaintance, Robocorn did between one of his characters from his comic/forum game SPACE VOYAGE and my old comic/forum game SLACKER. It makes significantly more sense in context, not that it would make any more sense really. I would of reblogged this, but he doesn’t have a tumblr. That I know of. But he does now have a tumblr in the form of an askblog Called Ask Amxu, which is about a goblin from the Dwarf Fortress universe, and I’m plugging it. Cause I like to pretend I have followers.
This was the sprite/worksheet for a clockpunk detective game I was running on the Bay12 forums before it eventually died because of reasons. I didn’t get to use a good 95% of these characters, some important some filler, so I thought I’d mine as well post them up on tumblr because I have basically nothing else on here.