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Tea for the soul
Witchy Tip: This tea works in the night and remember to use moon water for better results ♡ On a personal note, I always try this when I´m feeling sad ♡
People always make fun of butch women’s appearance, but some of those big, muscular, “unfeminine” women frequently plant their asses between other women and predatory men. I’m speaking about the butches who have shielded me and my friends from physical harrassment when we were young and drunk and visiting gay parties for the first time. I’m speaking about the butches who keep bathrooms a safe zone. I’m speaking about the butches whose lesbian rage is only outshone by their infinite compassion for baby dykes.
Fuck your butch hate.
A long time ago, back when I was “straight,” before my very imposing wife was even my girlfriend yet, some jerk pinned me up against the wall at a party.
I was like, “Go away,” with my eyes glued to the floor and my heart pounding, but he wouldn’t. My boyfriend stood by and watched and said nothing.
She said, “Hey, leave her alone, you jerk!” and the guy was like, “What are you gonna do to me? This isn’t your business.”
Very calmly, she put her beer down, rolled up her sleeves, cracked her knuckles, and started walking towards him.
He bolted. I was amazed and I said, “What WERE you gonna to do him?”
“Oh I dunno,” she said, “They always run off before I get there.”
Later that night she drove me home and I threw up on her car. She still drove up to visit me in the big lonely city when I came out a year later, and her car door still made a sticky sound when I opened it.
“Trust No Butch” my big toe.
Trust No Butch Love Every Butch
Okay okay okay, I SO need to share this peeps.
See. Today I went to the restaurant with my mother for lunch. And there was that little group of teenager girls sitting at a table. They were pretty rude, mocking people’s appearance to whoever came in the restaurant (They even insulted me and my mom), they were making fun of people, like if no one could listen to them.
I personally didn’t made a big deal because HEY, they’re teenagers and some can be really dumb because they’re young. But since it was making many people uncomfortable… I surprisingly stood up, looking at them with a serious expression and said:
“Hey girls, do you feel any better about yourself when you make fun of people ?“
(I honestly never intervene in that kind of situation but I surprisingly did today.)
And they looked away, with a shameful expression on their face as if they just realized that people could heard them.
Peeps… I have never been so proud of myself in my entire life.
THE STORY OF HEROES
do you ever want to gently float up to someone and whisper “this isn’t a debate; i am actually educated on the subject and i’m telling you you’re wrong”
Yes and I would also like to gently float in general.
this is the most positive addition that has ever been made on my post

Gremlin!Alex series(???): Meeting Eliza
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