spiritleak:

“The first time I called myself a ‘Witch’ was the most magical moment of my life.”

— Margot Adler

thequantumqueer:

jackcrutchies:

wancemcwain:

saints-row-2:

im only saying this once

the only acceptable jobs for spider-man

• broke high schooler
• broke college student
• freelance photographer
• high school teacher
• unpaid intern
• pizza delivery guy
• research assistant for doomed scientific project
• guy who stands on street and spins sign for quiznos
• being spider-man

and thats IT i dont want any of this “hes a genius tech ceo making millions” SHIT. Spider-man is BROKE and he missed rent this month and he has a tiny apartment and thats how its MEANT TO BE. he doesnt make money because he is our Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-man and not fucking Tony Stark.

how about dog walker while in spiderman costume

you. you get it

im imagining “being spider-man” as his full-time gig and i just

he has a patreon. the description is just the words “I’m Spider-Man” and all he ever posts is specifically-requested selfies from people who want to be sure its really him. pinned to the top of the page is a picture from the top of the empire state building (not the observation deck, the real top) of his spider-gloved hand holding a bagel that is on fire, with 34th street in the background

salamander-hamilton:

amazingspaceship:

You can really spot a lot if you look closely at all the fighters…

avialae:

the tomboy grew up and she never went tame and she never found boys or makeup or nothing – nothing wrong with the girls who did but also it’s not inevitable, this progression

womanhood rejected you, because where are the grownup tomboys? there’s no room for the rough-and-tumble girls to become rough-and-tumble foulmouthed broad-shouldered women. it’s alright to play at, daughter, they told you, but you have to grow up, and you were confused because you were playing at nothing

the tomboy grew up, nonetheless. and instead of wrestling with friends she wrestled with herself for a while. but despite what they said, here she is, still rough, still wild.

don’t believe the lies, daughter. grow as you need to. allow yourself to be pruned only to become stronger. grow bold and proud, daughter, like the trees that give you shelter, tomboy, wild girl. love the girls you dream of being strong for and the friends who bear you up when the storms shake your roots. there is value in the crabapple trees, wild daughter, even if the orchard-keeper turns up his nose.

know this always, daughter: i love you exactly as you are, and however you need to be

– crabapple girls, a.b.l