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yah, that's p much it. that's the show on this here blog.
@wordcubed sent me this one with the note of type of shit i would wear, and i agree, but i would also need a crop top
feel free to tell me what the crop top should say

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@anais-ninja-bitch
@anais-ninja-bitch
yah, that's p much it. that's the show on this here blog.
@wordcubed sent me this one with the note of type of shit i would wear, and i agree, but i would also need a crop top
feel free to tell me what the crop top should say
image description: tweet by olayemi olurin @/msolurin, reading: There's no high like making a successful hail mary argument. A prosecutor once asked for bail on my client because he had like 63 convictions and I was like judge... 63 convictions sounds like a man who showed up to court at least 63 times. And the judge was like yea you right /end description
I’m lying on my belly beneath birch trees, talking to my long distance best friend on the phone, absentmindedly picking up fallen pieces of bark and peeling them apart. then i picked one up that has a poem written on it?!
… / first summer after the divorce / … / waiting in the park / my teenagers on their phones / roses still in bloom / … /
no, you cannot report the most disgusting and shockingly vile fanfic on ao3. ao3 will not do anything about the fic, because ao3 explicitly allows it to exist on their platform.
being completely and utterly against censorship is the main core principle of ao3.
ao3 was created specifically to host and give a platform to fics that were banned on other platforms.
therefore the most disgusting and shockingly vile fanfic you find is the exact reason why ao3 was created in the first place.
here’s the list of things you need to know about ao3 if you’re new to the platform
i keep laughing at the way that eridian culture in the movie and eridian culture in the book are not contradictory at all, if you accept that movie rocky is just a total FREAK
grace: boy i sure can't wait to meet other eridians haha! rocky, putting on a shirt for the first time in four years: rocky has something to tell grace but does grace promise not to be mad, question?
I can't leave this in the tags lmaooo
baseball players in the 20s were all named shit like Dipsy Doodle and Crunch Johnson
#they named them like cats in a shelter
basically begging people to look at the the onion headed infowars shit theyre putting out this is fucking me up badly
Okay, I'll bite. Hawm
Neighbor child and Bug’s friend Spider(5) is over as part of the childcare arrangements of the loose neighborhood feral pack of children. I stepped away from work to watch them for a moment and decided to start marinating some meat for tomorrow. spider drifted over and and asked about it.
Me: it’s meat, spider!
Spider: I’m , I’m , I’m, I’m
Me: take your time
Spider: IM MADE OF MEAT
me: yeah you are spider. Humans are made of meat.
Spider: is Bug made of meat??
Me: all humans and all animals are made of meat, spider.
Spider: are you made of meat?
Me: yes spider, I’m a human and I’m made of meat.
Spider: is Bug made of meat??
Me: yes.
Spider: WOW ME TOO.
Spider - now aged six - has a same-aged cousin, THE BLACK WIDOW. this legendary child, also a friend of our children since the womb, is greatly admired for their imaginative nature. THE BLACK WIDOW had a spectacular career at nursery and has excelled further at school with such feats as “biting the teacher on the first day of school”, and “escaping school by simply walking out of it, throwing the entire school into a panic.”
My child Bug and THE BLACK WIDOW are not especially close, despite lifelong acquaintanceship and shared years of nursery; they go to different primary schools, and are diametrically opposing personalities. However, my child Mouse (aged 3) and THE BLACK WIDOW get along extremely well. Worryingly well. Despite being twice the age, two-and-a-half-times the size and possessing three times the wickedness of Mouse, THE BLACK WIDOW is tenderly gentle and attentive with Mouse. Perhaps because they are both the youngest of three.
THE BLACK WIDOW’s family came by and the adults lounged around gossiping while the four elder children amused themselves sensibly. Mouse and THE BLACK WIDOW set up a complicated coffee shop roleplay and demanded that the four adults queue up and place orders.
“Ask them what they want,” THE BLACK WIDOW prompted Mouse.
“It’s all poisoned,” Mouse said brightly.
“Don’t TELL them that,” THE BLACK WIDOW hissed.
They proceeded to serve us cups of coffee, told us it was poisoned after we had mimed drinking it, and we all had to fall about dying while they laughed like hyenas.
Tonight, Mouse laid dreamily in bed, having spent three delightful hours soaking up THE BLACK WIDOW’s undivided attention. “I love THE BLACK WIDOW,” they said blissfully.
“What do you love about them?”
“They push me in my pushchair,” Mouse said affectionately- (this is true, it gives me a fucking heart attack when THE WIDOW grabs the pushchair and charges around ramming people with Mouse.) “and,” Mouse went on, “I love poisoning and attacking people with them.”
“Yes,” I said, dubiously.
“I want to poison and attack people with them more. They said I can come to their house and poison and attack people -“
“I think you should go to bed,” I said.
“Mummy, when we are finished being friends, we are going to marry each other.”
“Oh wow,” I said, not even trying to unpack that progression, “that’ll be something to look forward to.”
Introducing my sister to chuck tingle
"i get a little bit genghis khan" was such a strange and delightful thing to say in a pop song
locking in for stephen maturin girl summer (catching lizards and wearing cunty jackets)
“Eridians dislike earth because they abandoned Grace.” *Incorrect Buzzer Sound* ya missed the point of the story buddy! It’s not about someone being ‘bad’ it’s about the incredible power of love and that love being worth dying for!
Gimmie Eridians who are absolutely heartbroken to hear that humans where so desperate and so scared that they where willing to part with not just one Grace, there were three of them! Gimmie Eridians touched to find that the humans planned a way for their sacrifices to be as comfortable as possible. Gimmie Eridians who send earth a message saying “We know it must have hurt to send your heroes to die, but one made it and he’s safe here. We lost 22 good Eridians on the journey we would have lost 23 if not for your Grace.”
Give me humans sitting on Earth slowly coming to the conclusion that when we look up not only are we not alone, someone out there is alive because of one of us. That no matter what we think of ourselves a whole species thinks highly of us because we helped save the galaxy. Give me humans who figure out how to send a probe to Erid filled to the brim with messages for Grace and footage of a monument being raised that reads his name, his crews names, and then “in memory of the 22 Eridians who lost their lives on the journey to save the stars.”
my latest cartoon for New Scientist.
this is so late renaissance early mannerism. the controversial male nudity? the lighting and value on the figure of emphasis?? him bathed in light and placed ABOVE while the police are clad in dark and BELOW?? Uh HES HITTING THE CONTRAPPOSTO??
On one hand: this imagery touches on themes of freedom vs oppression and how in shedding the various layers of shame placed upon us by the regime we can transcend to a higher place above the forces that seek to hold us to unjust societal standards.
On the other hand: cheeks out at the Krispy Kreme.
they sell items at tjmaxx that even God is not aware of
cow triangles