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ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ. ɪᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴇᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ꜰʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴋ-ᴘᴏᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜʙꜱᴇQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀɪꜱᴋ ᴇxᴇʀᴄɪꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜱʜᴇᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴏᴏʟꜱᴄᴀᴘ ʙʏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇꜱᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘ.ɢ. ᴡᴏᴅᴇʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘ...

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪᴅɴᴀᴘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟʟʏ ꜱᴛᴏʟᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴜɴɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇᴍᴀɴʟʏ. ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ɢᴏʟᴅᴍᴀɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ʙʀɪᴅᴇ Peekaboo, I'm finally posting again and I will also get back to finishing and posting those Pride sets (more than a mont...

"ᴴᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ⁱᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵍʳᵃᶜᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ⁿᵃᵗᵘʳᵃˡ" ~ˢʰᵃᵏᵉˢᵖᵉᵃʳᵉ I am behind my posting schedule, but here's the set based on the generic transgender flag: _____________________________________                  ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊    ┊        ┊  ┊.⋆˚                  ┊...

𝕎𝕖𝕝𝕝, 𝕀 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒 𝕗𝕖𝕨 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕡𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕨𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤 ~𝔸𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕕𝕖 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥-𝔼𝕩𝕦𝕡é𝕣𝕪, 𝕃𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 It is the third set of my Pride collection and it's the generic gay flag. Honestly, I always felt like Gay men (of any kind) were kind of u...

ᵂᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ⁻ᵐᵃᵏᵉʳˢ, ᴬⁿᵈ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐᵉʳˢ ᵒᶠ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ, ᵂᵃⁿᵈᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸ ˡᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵉᵃ⁻ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏᵉʳˢ, ᴬⁿᵈ ˢⁱᵗᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵇʸ ᵈᵉˢᵒˡᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵗʳᵉᵃᵐˢ. ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ⁻ˡᵒˢᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ⁻ᶠᵒʳˢᵃᵏᵉʳˢ, ᵁᵖᵒⁿ ʷʰᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃˡᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᵍˡᵉᵃᵐˢ; ʸᵉᵗ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵛᵉʳˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉʳˢ, ᴼᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ, ⁱᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐˢ. ᴬʳᵗʰᵘʳ ᴼ'ˢʰᵃᵘᵍ...

ʷᵉ ᶜᵃⁿ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃˡˡ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ʷᵃʸ, ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ ᵒʳᵈⁱⁿᵃʳⁱⁿᵉˢˢ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ. ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʰᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵃˡʳᵉᵃᵈʸ. ~ˡᵃᵘʳᵃ ᶜʰᵒᵘᵉᵗᵗᵉ                  │✧.*ೃ༄                  └─────────── ─ ─ • • • It is june first and with that it is start of pride month. ...

ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ, ʰᵉ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ, ᵃʳᵉ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵛᵃⁿⁱˢʰ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ. ᵂʰᵃᵗ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ, ᴼⁿᵒ, ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᴳⁱˢᵃᵇᵘʳᵒ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵛᵃˡᵘᵉ. ~ᴷᵃᶻᵘᵒ ᴵˢʰⁱᵍᵘʳᵒ, ᴬⁿ ᴬʳᵗⁱˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ Heyo! I made another set a while ago that I jus...

"ᴴᵒʷ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒʳⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁱʳ ⁱˢ! ˢᵉᵉ ʰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒⁿᵉ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵃᵗˢ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃ ᵖⁱⁿᵏ ᶠᵉᵃᵗʰᵉʳ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵍⁱᵍᵃⁿᵗⁱᶜ ᶠˡᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍᵒ. ᴺᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵈ ʳⁱᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ᵖᵘˢʰᵉˢ ⁱᵗˢᵉˡᶠ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᴸᵒⁿᵈᵒⁿ ᶜˡᵒᵘᵈ⁻ᵇᵃⁿᵏ. ᴵᵗ ˢʰⁱⁿᵉˢ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵐᵃⁿʸ ᶠᵒˡᵏ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵒⁿ ⁿᵒⁿᵉ, ᴵ ᵈᵃʳᵉ ᵇᵉᵗ, ʷʰᵒ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒⁿ ᵃ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵉʳʳᵃⁿ...