“He becomes your willing slave.”
I do a lot of these.
So do other people.
More overwatch shitposting featuring: New Mum
Overwatch: BABY HUNT
i’m fucked because none of my passions are going to yield financially stable careers and i’m not hot enough to be a trophy wife
I woke up this morning and decided that when pokemon go gets some updates and trainer v trainer battles are implemented, I’m going to start my life anew as a team rocket grunt. I’ll get the outfit together and a good team with koffing and ekans- and go out to meetups so I can lose to children everywhere.
I’ll have phrases ready too. “I can’t believe it- a kid BESTED ME?” “Aw boss is gonna let me have it after this!” “You have such a strong bond with your pokemon- is that why you won? Hmph.”
there is literally so much positivity in the tags of this post i’m gonna cry– yall are so sweet
This is such a wonderful idea!! Petition for teams of people everywhere to be team rocket grunts and be nice to children !!

http://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=12576068
http://instagram.com/koyori_n/I guess Aigis isn’t the only character I draw a lot lol…these Zero drawings/paintings were done over the past year and a half!
This was a pretty good read, for something that just came out, that reminds us that being able to act weird in unfamiliar places is a kind of white privilege.
Yeah we gotta be careful out here yall!!! If you Black and playing Pokemon Go you needa nerd yaself up or somethin so these ppl don’t think you there to rob or hurt somebody smh :/
Really glad to see more pieces about this. People need to realize how pervasive racism REALLY is and what that means every. hour. of a black person’s life.

#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.