“coke is better!” “pepsi is better!” wrong. squirt supremacy.
i posted it and then i heard it
Im gonna derail.
This Is my cat. His name is Squirt.
Squirt supremacy.
SQUIRT SUPREMACY!!!

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“coke is better!” “pepsi is better!” wrong. squirt supremacy.
i posted it and then i heard it
Im gonna derail.
This Is my cat. His name is Squirt.
Squirt supremacy.
SQUIRT SUPREMACY!!!
Growing up is actually all about realizing people don’t inherently dislike you and it’s a bit odd to assume they do
This
there are more tweets in this thread
fucking SLAY
this isnt even the full thread, there are even MORE tweets to this thread that i think are really necessary to read if you do what op is talking about! it is not enough to know that feeling this way hurts the people you love, we already know that.
this rest of the thread continues after the third tweet from the reblog.
like THE FULL THREAD is genuinely so reassuring.
sometimes, it is not enough to just know, sometimes you might need that reassurance of "do you really think of me when i'm away?" and someone reassuring you that yeah, they do. and evaluate that! trust that! just like op did.
and then learning that ykw, it's NOT any of my business really. and finding comfort in that trust that like. whether they are or aren't thinking of me, they really do love me.
this full thread changed my life and i am ALWAYS going to give the full thread because the parts people cut out aren't enough for the people experiencing these things, speaking as someone who does. it, really it just makes us, made me, feel bad about my own capabilities when i saw the unfinished thread.
drawing the core 4 being the friends ever will fix me
"So, you wanna make them ace?"
Asexuality 101: Making your characters asexual
Indroduction: Ok, so, from what I've seen in fandom and in general, most people don't really know how to write an asexual character. Many just quit it and make them allosexual, others just struggle their way without having much of a guide. Prime example is Alastor from Hazbin Hotel, whom many people want to involve in sexual scenarios so they go with the "asexuality is a spectrum" route. Problem is, they don't understand how asexuality is a spectrum exactly and then they just end up writing their characters as allo. Now, how to avoid this? Teaching them!
If you're looking for a good way to get started with your own asexual oc, an ace headcanon or a media charater, I've got you! (i mention sex briefly here in some parts)
My credentials: I'm ace.
it was a sketch, it got out of hand. here have some tim drake (i love this design so much ugh)
The mattress company I worked for the first time no longer exists. It was long ago eaten and assimilated by a bigger company. But when I started it was an incredibly intense five weeks of training. I was told I was extremely lucky to be selected, and I was. From a pool of a hundred applicants only fifteen of us made the cut to entering the training program.
The course covered how to talk to customers, how to ask open ended questions, how to close a sale, and product knowledge. I learned a lot, and truthfully my greatest takeaway was a lot of social scripts that I could use in other areas of my life.
We also had a midterm exam and a final. Both included a roleplay element with a trainer and a written portion. They told us when we started that the course was challenging but it was still a shock to come in after the midterm and realize half the class had failed.
I was named valedictorian of training- a dubious honor as it meant I’d done the best in the class, but popular lore had it that valedictorians struggled the most on the sales floor. Lo, I struggled.
Not because I wasn’t good. I was. But because my manager set out to systematically destroy my self esteem. Every sale, every interaction I had was scrutinized and criticized.
If I sold a bed with protectors, moveable base, and pillows he’d ask why I hadn’t managed to sell pillow protectors too. His first trainee had thrived on being challenged and he’d never bothered to learn a different way to coach.
It was wretched. My performance started strong but nosedived after a few weeks with him. My trainer, a man I loathed for stonewalling me in my interview, came in to inform me I was on new hire probation. If I couldn’t get my sales numbers up I’d be let go.
His actual phrasing was, “When you have a bandaid do you like to rip it off or pull it slowly?”
Since it was eminently obvious why he was visiting and because I thought it was condescending I sweetly informed him that I liked to soak my bandaids in hot water so they come off on their own.
He was briefly startled at this derailing but then got on with the bad news. I signed some forms stating that I understood my job was in peril.
I went home furious. I thought long and hard about why I wasn’t succeeding and how frustrated I was with my manager. I came in the next day and my anger had crystallized into a cold sharp edge.
My manager opened his mouth to address the probation and I snapped, “Just leave me alone. Go in the back if I have a sale. If you must address a serious issue then you will give me praise on two things I did right and present it as a compliment sandwich. Otherwise just say good job and shut up. Your constant nitpicking just makes me anxious and I do worse. Back off.” Belated and begrudging I added, “Please.”
He raised his eyebrows in dim surprise but I’d gauged him well. He backed off. Dutifully he’d meander into the back when I had a sale and praised me when I closed it. I resented knowing it was only because I’d demanded complimented but they still boosted me up. My numbers skyrocketed, I landed my first split king sale, and I exited probation with flying colors.
The trainer came back in to congratulate my manager for turning things around. To my gratification he gave me credit for setting him straight and said I’d taught him a different way to lead. My manager would often genuinely praise that moment when I’d stood up to him, impressed with my stubborn refusal to fail and my insight into what would help.
My biggest takeaway from the whole thing was just that people need positive reinforcement to succeed. Praise people for doing a good job. If you’re ever in a position where you need to criticize someone put it in a compliment sandwich instead of just saying the negative.
Yep. That shit can poison an interpersonal relationship, if it's common, and also keep the thing from getting done. Do not punish wanted behavior. People will stop doing it.
I am extremely thrown off and angered by this micromanaging when people do it. It feels incredibly disrespectful and demeaning. And I can tell you, even knowing that wasn't the intent, and trying very hard not to take it that way, it never stopped feeling that way.
Unless there's a safety issue I was unaware of, or there's a way to save me significant effort or time, it doesn't help to pick at how I'm doing something. If it got done the hundred times I did it when the person was not there and they had no complaints, how I do it is obviously good enough.
Went into record store this week and decided to slap them onto Please Please Me
Strong and brave 🤍
"There's no way in hell there was a supervillain who called themselves-"
"No, no, not officially - we came up with the name when we were assigned to find them, and we were kind of taking the piss, but it's still a good name. It was before your time - they had the power to-"
"I don't want to know what their power was."
"No, listen - their power was that they could summon a pie and throw it at someone."
"Oh. Oh, well, okay - that's the greatest supervillain you've ever fought? Doesn't sound like much."
"But that was the thing. They could throw a pie at someone and it would never miss. So long as they could see their target they'd hit them. We eventually found out they could throw a pie at someone who was on live broadcast, miles away."
"Jesus. Okay, I think I see the issue. But it was still, like. Pies, right?"
"Oh, for sure, it was never poison pies, and they could only summon a pie every 15 seconds so they couldn't drown someone in meringue. But - do you remember Murgatroyd Bentley?"
"Sort of, he was president when I was a little kid - something, something superhuman rights, and he was the guy who nuked Saskatchewan, right?"
"That's the guy. We found out about this guy after the Humboldt Crisis, because after that, whenever there was a live broadcast with the president - the state of the union, addressing congress, the Christmas tree lighting - a pie would splatter across his face every fifteen seconds."
"…Is that it?"
"Hon, it was everything. You haven't lived until you've seen the president try to talk about dignity while being smacked in the face with a banana cream. By the end of term, he refused to show his face in public, and he resigned in quiet disgrace. There were a few other pieings for a few years, but nowhere near the amount that took place when Bentley was president, and eventually they stopped. We never found out who or even where this person was.
"And that - more than anything - makes them the greatest supervillain I've ever had to deal with. Because they didn't do much, but they did it loudly, they did it consistently, and we never caught them."
"...How hard were you trying to catch them?"
"Not very."
"...And you decided to call them Dr. Creampie?"
"We were young. The president had just bombed Saskatchewan. It was a weird time. Honestly we took what we could get for laughs."
two sheep. standing still
This is WILDLY incorrect, sheep are my special interest and I've been raising them for over a decade so excuse me while I get up on this soapbox: ewes do not have a standing heat. Cows reportedly do, but not sheep.
a) ewes who are in heat and feeling flirty solicit sex by walking other to someone they're attracted to, then turning their backs, peeing, wagging their tails, and making extremely flirty bedroom eyes over their shoulders at their crush. Also try to murder anyone they feel might be a rival for suitors. Also also try to murder her crush if it turns out they're not keen on her. Ewes in heat but not feeling flirty (yes this happens) walk around all business as usual and you only know they're in heat bc of the crowd of hopeful suitors following her around and fighting each other. Either way it's not subtle.
b) ewes DO mount each other, with great frequency and enthusiasm. If this is mentioned at all, it gets written into the literature not as a sexual act but as something ewes do to visually signal to rams that they are in heat. (If a ram is within a mile and not dead I promise he doesn't need any such signal) A 'lesbian' ewe will follow a ewe in heat and try to run all the other suitors off to keep breeding rights to herself just like a ram would, whether she herself is in heat or not.
c) it's really really easy to tell what a ewe is attracted to by who she mounts/lets mount her and who she head-butts away from her with murderous intent. Most ewes are more or less indifferent to gender. Out of two dozen I currently have one(1) exclusively straight ewe, and two(2) exclusively lesbian ewes, everyone else is in between.
As far as I can tell the real reason there's no "concrete facts" (sarcasm) about lesbianism in sheep is first off, in a commercial flock ewes that don't get pregnant every year, preferably on the first heat of fall, get culled. No one bothers to determine if she's infertile or just doesn't like rams, so lesbian ewes determined enough to actually stop rams from breeding them don't last long, and secondly that most people researching homosexuality in livestock I've experienced are either stuck in a Victorian "two feemales can't have sex cause there's no peenus for penetration hur dur" mindset or in an equally outdated male-actively-chooses/female-passively-chosen mindset and it just doesn't occur to them that ewes might have preferences.
my dumbest fandom moment was realizing that in the tvd in-universe the myth of vampires sleeping inside of coffins probably were caused by fucking klaus mikaelson trapping his siblings daggered in caskets intermittently for 1000 years and calling it their "nap"
headcanoning right now that the garlic myth is because rebekah was a picky eater
“the ways you have learned to survive may not be the ways you wish to continue to live“
@sleepybitchcity tags on point
something i’ve learned in my own life and growing/healing process is that the thank you step really is key
I think what I love most about mythology is that the “Trickster God/Spirit” is an archetypical character found in almost every body of folklore. It’s like “Oh, here’s our God of the Sun, our God of the Sea, our God of Fertility, and our God of Being A Wretched Little Gremlin Who Causes Problems On Purpose”
does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
Love love love characters that present themselves as emotionally open social butterflies but the more you see of them the more obvious it is that they’re the most closed off fuckers in the story. Sure, they want to help you with your personal problems and messy emotions, but if you turn that shit back on them, they’ll shut down or deflect every time. Why are you sticking your nose in their business anyway? It’s not like it matters. They’re not a person, they’re just a role being played. They’re the guy who fixes things and saves people. Please ignore the man behind the mask, he’s fine. Everything’s fine.
more stories where falling in love is a horrifying fate worse than death rather than a source of comfort and hope. more stories where love is understood as a terminal affliction.
more stories where someone falls in love and understands that this means they will be changed and made more vulnerable by it, compelled to do irrational things in the name of it, and be willing to die for it, and starts lashing out and stress vomiting about it