stop! before you go outside, is your outfit STYLISH?

S LUTTY

T RANSGENDER

Y URI

L IKELY TO GET YOU DRESSCODED AT A HIGHSCHOOL

I NSUFFERABLE

S HIT

H AIRBALL

Hannah Montana is fucked up because its entire POINT as a show is that children should be protected from fame and exploitation, but it stars a REAL little girl that's being exploited. Nearly every episode carries the looming threat of Miley being outed as Hannah and losing her peaceful teenage life to the ravages of fame. Her father in the show (played by her own father in real life) wisely protected her from the trauma of fame by making her wear a disguise and live a rather quiet, interview-free life. Meanwhile the REAL Billy Ray Cyrus sold his daughter to Disney Channel when she was 11 and forced her to read dialogue about how terrible it would be to face the public eye. Like... Jesus, dude. The fictional Robby Ray is 10x the father, and it's not even close. (It's also IMMENSELY funny that her dad doesn't use his real name in the show, while she does. Almost like he wanted a bit of a disconnect between his identity and his character. Something Miley didn't get.)

ALT

you can taste the fucking irony

every transgirl i know is just having the worst shit happen to them especially recently but also all the time and then we go on our little blogs begging for friends and comfort and love and all we find is the same shit we find everywhere, just vile

Wanted to see if I could accurately draw a Garfield yesterday, and then just kinda kept going. Enjoy my garf crimes.

puppygirl columbo:

so you say you threw the ball, is that right? gosh isnt that the strangest thing, cuz if i can recall correctly, i didnt hear it bounce. sure, if we were at the park it might be easy to miss it landing in the grass, especially with all the noise around, other dogs barking and such. but if you look down, we're standing on a wood floor, in your apartment. isnt that funny?

i know i know what youre thinking, im not the smartest dog around. but i got a good set of ears, and i know a thing or two about balls. and i know that they make a lot of racket when you toss them across a wood floor.

you say you threw the ball, and you want me to catch it, but from the sound of it theres nothing there for me to catch. and that just doesnt sit right with me, yknow?

but i guess with no ball to be found theres no telling where it went, nothing conclusive. i guess i might just be chasing my own tail over this, i'll get out of your hair then. sorry for the trouble.

oh but before i go , one more thing,

if i may, id like to see the hand youve been holding behind your back this whole time.