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  • April 1, 2015 1:08 pm
    Today In Tabs was subject to a bloodless coup today, which I used as an opportunity to get in a sick burn on Patton Oswalt. View high resolution

    Today In Tabs was subject to a bloodless coup today, which I used as an opportunity to get in a sick burn on Patton Oswalt.

  • March 31, 2015 11:36 am
    Oh, and I’m not just doing t-shirts, guys. I’ll also be doing awful bumper stickers. Just straight-up terrible, but (presumably) lucrative. View high resolution

    Oh, and I’m not just doing t-shirts, guys. I’ll also be doing awful bumper stickers. Just straight-up terrible, but (presumably) lucrative.

  • 11:10 am
    I’ve decided there’s not enough money in actual comedy, so from now on I will be designing and selling extremely awful novelty t-shirts instead. View high resolution

    I’ve decided there’s not enough money in actual comedy, so from now on I will be designing and selling extremely awful novelty t-shirts instead.

  • March 25, 2015 1:53 pm

    Somebody please take away my Twitter, I have confused this poor, innocent man.

  • March 24, 2015 12:03 pm
    lara-thorn:silmarildust: Transitioning Love how literal this is and how you get a sense of the pain it takes This looks cool, but I am still getting grief from my local council about my supposed “failure to properly dispose of [my] torn and bloody carcass-coccoon”. Like, I’m so sorry I just threw it out on the street with the rest of the trash, but I had literally just torn myself out of my old body, I was a little too dazed to think about responsible waste management. Besides, that farmer found it and managed to make a decent scarecrow with it, so I don’t see why anybody’s complaining. View high resolution

    lara-thorn:

    silmarildust:

    Transitioning

    Love how literal this is and how you get a sense of the pain it takes

    This looks cool, but I am still getting grief from my local council about my supposed “failure to properly dispose of [my] torn and bloody carcass-coccoon”. Like, I’m so sorry I just threw it out on the street with the rest of the trash, but I had literally just torn myself out of my old body, I was a little too dazed to think about responsible waste management.

    Besides, that farmer found it and managed to make a decent scarecrow with it, so I don’t see why anybody’s complaining.

  • March 22, 2015 11:01 pm

    (Source: rightthereisfine)

  • March 20, 2015 12:54 pm
    “Avery, shut up about trans stuff, it’s dumb.” “No, it’s not, it’s actually very, very good.” “You’ve convinced me. Here is a million dollars.” –How I picture things going every time I make one of these. View high resolution

    “Avery, shut up about trans stuff, it’s dumb.”

    “No, it’s not, it’s actually very, very good.”

    “You’ve convinced me. Here is a million dollars.”

    –How I picture things going every time I make one of these.

  • March 18, 2015 11:58 am
    Maybe this is a thing I do now? Make little Photoshopped infopics about transgender issues? I kind-of hope not, because I talk about trans stuff way too much anyway. We get it, Avery, you’re transgender. Jeez. View high resolution

    Maybe this is a thing I do now? Make little Photoshopped infopics about transgender issues? I kind-of hope not, because I talk about trans stuff way too much anyway.

    We get it, Avery, you’re transgender. Jeez.

  • 11:57 am
    I tweeted this yesterday, after making it that morning, after having the idea while trying to get to sleep the night before, after getting questions from some randos in my mentions about whether or not I was going to have “the surgery”, after I tweeted a joke about my dick. The difference between choosing to open up and offer a detail of your life, and being asked–pestered–by strangers to do the same to satisfy their prurient interest, is enormous. I like to feel like I’m sharing; I don’t like to feel like I’m having my secrets dragged out of me. View high resolution

    I tweeted this yesterday, after making it that morning, after having the idea while trying to get to sleep the night before, after getting questions from some randos in my mentions about whether or not I was going to have “the surgery”, after I tweeted a joke about my dick.

    The difference between choosing to open up and offer a detail of your life, and being asked–pestered–by strangers to do the same to satisfy their prurient interest, is enormous. I like to feel like I’m sharing; I don’t like to feel like I’m having my secrets dragged out of me.

  • March 9, 2015 8:35 am

    hello-the-future:

    I was re-watching Parks and Rec from the beginning because I missed it so much and HOLY SHIT THEY SET LESLIE’S TRIPLETS UP SIX YEARS IN ADVANCE.

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