Labels Are For Clothes, Not People. Don't Judge People Just Because They're Different Than You, And Most
Labels are for clothes, not people. Don't judge people just because they're different than you, and most certainly don't discriminate against them.
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Store is now OPEN!
We are reopening our store to sell remaining misprinted copies! These copies only have a small variation in the cover art, otherwise all internal pages are identical to the original book. Our books are currently in stock, so any purchases of the sole zine will be able to ship out immediately.
We will also be opening a PREORDER option for a postcard set!
Postcard bundle includes:
-2018 Look Book
-Postcard set containing 7 different postcards!
Preorder period will run from May 24 - June 15th.
FIRST 9 ORDERS WILL RECEIVE AN EXCLUSIVE OFFICIAL VOLTRON POSTER!
LINK TO STORE: voltronlookbook.bigcartel.com
STORE WILL BE OPEN 5/24 - 6/15!
my favorite Millennial Thing™ is when a group of us are standing around and talking and someone asks a question that no one knows the answer to and suddenly it’s a race to get out your phone and google it and be the first to know, and then someone starts reading the Wikipedia article about the thing aloud to everyone else, and what started as a casual conversation is now A Learning Opportunity and we all walk away a little more knowledgeable about a random topic
Like, Boomers hate when we do that, but I think it’s one of the best things about us.
So long as we have internet or a cell signal, all of the world’s collective knowledge is at our fingertips, and damned if we aren’t going to use it.
obama: *sees petition with 150,000 signatures* it looks like tumblr has to unban porn, comrades
Keith: *came home at 2am*
Krolia: *Turn her chair* Where were you?
Keith: I was training with Kolivan
Kolivan: *Also turn his chair* Try it again.
Keith: I was catching up with Shiro.
Shiro: *Also turn his chair* Want to try that again?
Keith: I was taking Cosmo out for a walk.
Cosmo: *Turn his chair* Woof.
Keith: Fuck.
~~~Meanwhile~~~
Lance: *came home at 2am*
Hunk: *Turn his chair* Where were you?
Lance: At Pidge's house.
Pidge: *Also turn her chair* Try that again.
Lance: I went out shopping with Veronica for some clothes.
Veronica: *Also turn from her chair* Want to try that again?
Lance: I was out with Allura.
Allura: *Also turn from her chair* Lance, we all know you were with Keith.
Lance: Shit.
“#face… IF that is your REAL name. I am the superior composer. Tonight I will compose you INTO THE GROUND and claim MY title!”
“#heel, you’re just jealous that I have more Twitter followers than you. Tonight, at the DAW, I’ll show you WHY!” Tonight on Monday Night DAW: WHO IS THE SUPERIOR MUSICIAN? Happy Halloween from aivi & surasshu!
today in “things i’m disproportionately emotional about”:
it’s facial reconstructions of prehistoric humans!!
like, look at this part-homo sapiens, part-neandertal man from well over 30,000 years ago:
doesn’t he just look like a dude you’d wanna hang out with? like he probably washes dishes in the kitchen with you, and has excellent weed
what a charming fellow. what stories he probably has to tell. i’d definitely go shoot the shit with him on Contemplation Rock after i’d finished my day’s work carving a bone flute for the autumn hunting ceremony, or whatever
people have been people ever since people first became people, i tell you what
they all had lives and histories and families and friends and dumb gossip and games they played and total bullshit in which they believed wholeheartedly
they all argued about the nature of the world, and of themselves
they all sang songs
they all drew pictures
they all buried their dead in graves, and they buried their dead in graves well before they did a lot of that other stuff. they buried their dead with flowers, with panther claws, with the bones of animals they’d killed, with the bones of family members who had died at the same time or earlier. they buried their dead with their arms folded across their chests
they fell in love
they took care of their old and their sick and their disabled, even when it cost them
they made new things, and worried about what the new things meant for people everywhere, as a whole
writer: this is one of my male characters! he cares about his guy friends and loves them deeply.
tumblr: oh! so he’s gay!
writer: uh…no, he’s attracted to women.
tumblr: ….so he’s bi!
writer: uhh…no…….he loves his guy friends but he’s not romantically/sexually attracted to them.
tumblr: ….so you’re homophobic.
writer:
WHEN THE DRAWING STILL LOOKS GOOD THE NEXT MORNING
my uterus realizing we aren’t having a baby after building up a lining for three weeks:
