This is a blog for queers, poc and women. This blog is dedicated to making the word "babe" not be gross. There are resources, aesthetics, links, tutorials, representation with influence on the queer, poc and women community for each "babe" type.
Aries: be fearless and let the thing you desire the most drive you. don’t hold back, don’t let anything stop you.
Taurus: let yourself become. let everything shape you into who you’re supposed to be and be proud of what it took to get you to this place you’re at now.
Gemini: the world could use more of your fierceness. don’t let anyone ever water you down into something that you’re not.
Cancer: the way you feel and move throughout life is important. without the deep thinkers like you, life would be bland and boring. embrace it.
Leo: bloom. grow. continue and flourish. you know who you are now isn’t going to be who you are in a year, let this growth inspire you.
Virgo: being unique and completely yourself is something the world will thank you for. don’t change yourself for other people.
Libra: let true love come into your heart. whether that be from people or passions, let it in. open yourself up, don’t assume you will always be left heartbroken.
Scorpio: finish what you started. it’s not worth it to give up now after how far you’ve come. you owe it to yourself to complete the things you want most.
Sagittarius: this new beginning will be scary and rocky, but it’s what you’ve always wished for. your start to a new season is here, it’s up to you to decide what you’ll do with it.
Capricorn: seek to learn and experience new things. you may have think you’ve seen and learned everything you ever will, but I promise you that you are not even close to your full potential.
Aquarius: embrace the fact that even though things may not be ideal or perfect, you are not where you once were. things will only continue to get better if you keep working at it.
Pisces: love yourself enough to admit your own faults and make yourself better from them. we don’t always know what we’re doing all the time, but there’s strength in admitting so.
why do these elites pretend to drink blood and worship the devil at gala parties, or spend a week in the forest worshiping moloch and mock sacrificing children while having orgies then get mad when people call them cultists and come up with conspiracy theories? if you ain’t evil, then stop doing weird evil shit, you fucking demons.
Do you think that sometimes Dum-E will just bop Tony on the forehead with his claw and the first time it happened Tony was like ??? since it seems like it came out of nowhere, but it keeps happening. If he crashes in the lab the bot will put a blanket on him then just bop him on the head, and Tony doesn’t say anything because it seems to please Dum-E. But if Tony is sad he just hears a beep and he turns around to see Dum-E charging at him full speed to bop him with his claw. Eventually he asks JARVIS and finds out the bot must have seen Rhodey or someone kiss him on the forehead and saw that it made him happy so that’s now his go-to way to cheer up his creator, and Tony definitely does not tear up hearing that his bot son is trying to give him a lil smooch to make him happy.
“How to find the right glasses for your face shape”, oh, bullshit. You pick ones you think a hot scientist in a bad horror movie would wear and then you just go do whatever.
you’d be lying if he didn’t go all ‘just gimme a sec’ and comes back 3 seconds later with a fucking flying car that he made one night in his sLEEP
^^ 10/10 tony behavior
excellent. now imagine steve and bucky starting to make up things howard had promised them and tony desperately tries to invent those things as their requests get wilder and wilder, and it takes an embarrassingly long time for tony to realize they had been trolling him all along and howard had never conceived any of that stuff
Part of me feels like even after he finds out they are trolling, he keeps going because NOW it’s a challenge because they clearly keep making it more impossible and he’s not about to give up against two 80 year old children.
all I need is kind witches to live with in a small rainy village in some far away, beautiful and protected land, with bakery’s and farmers markets and a little dock filled with boats, and every clear full moon we talk about our craft and interactions with the faeries under a candlelit backyard porch, giggling and sipping warm soup
Peter slips into the middle back seat of the Audi, as ordered. His hands shake as he pulls off his jacket, then hesitate at the hem of his shirt.
Mr. Stark settles into the driver’s seat and twists to look back at him. He dips his chin to give Peter a stern look over his sunglasses.
“Shirt. Pants,” Mr. Stark says, as if Peter might have forgotten the order he’d given not thirty seconds ago. Peter has the full intention of giving sass back. His mouth does not comply.
“Mr. Stark, sir, where’s…” what does he even call them, anymore? “…your other self?”
okay, i got real fucked up last week and ordered a fuck ton of webkinz, which i thought was a mistake, until the first ones arrived and pud decided she absolutely fucking loved them
at first i just put em on her to see what shed do, which was nothing, so i decided to just leave her alone in my room for a bit. when i came back in later, she was doing this and i dead ass started crying
