Chase 🫶🏻

She/her Main fandoms: atla, Taylor swift, tadc Main ships: Zutara, sukka, sukki, taang, and funnybunny 💛🩷🤍🩶🖤

[gumi-megpoidd]

my mansion is in fucking shambles. my maids are incompetent and im not convinced they know how dishes work

[creatures-5]

You sweep them

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NO!!!!!!!

[creatures-5]

Vacuum?

[gumi-megpoidd]

EAT!!!! YOU EAT OFF OF PLATES!!! AND THEN YOU WASH THEM!!!!!!!

[yossyislandd]

ohhh i'm drink them. okay 💛

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[yossyislandd]

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do NOT SWEEP ME!!!!!!!!!!!

[yossyislandd]

[galaxywarp]

[nattousan]

i'm in agony, SOMEbody please help me remember what the childhood book series was that centered around critters that looked like this:

IM IN HELL WHAT WAS IT

[hrrkikshoard]

Little Critter?

[nattousan]

THATS THE BITCH

[nattousan]

alright smart-aleks, what about THIS one huh?? the dude had a really cool shading technique where he just swirled (colored pencil?) around??

[cosmignon]

Parts :)

[nattousan]

YOU GUYS ARE TOO GOOD AT THIS WHAT THE HELL

[nattousan]

ok my partner wanted in on this, I have no idea what this is

[thecrabscycle]

I GOT YOU

[nattousan]

i'm never leaving this fucking site i stg i love you all.

OK

final one

for all the marbles,

this one doesn't have an illustration bc i think it was just a kids novel but i haven't been able to find ANYTHING about it on my occasional internet queries:

kids is staying with his (grandmother?) in the woods and she warns him not to look a fox in the eyes bc they're tricksy and will swap places with you. obviously that's the first thing the little boy does and gets body snatched by a fox who uhhhh proceeds to pig out with his new little boy human hands and the boy has to trick the fox into looking him in the eyes again to switch back...

thats all i got, it's an older book i wanna say from the 60's?? 70's?? kinda the same jist of "Little Rascal"

[dyketennant]

perhaps this?

[nattousan]

A DECADE OF SEARCHING THANK YOU @dyketennant IM ORDERING THIS IMMEDIATELY

[nattousan]

ok i lied i'm back bc this is fun and i get to share some of my most deeply cherished childhood books with you all

i cannot express how much these are from memory, that's how internalized these artists and writers have become, they're a part of me now

[cryptid-of-ohio]

The first one looks like The Spider and the Fly, though the poses are a bit different.

The second one is likely Stellaluna.

I’m not sure about the third one, I will keep searching.

[cryptid-of-ohio]

I think I found the third one, though I’m the least confident about this one. Is it Creature Tech?

Unfortunately it doesn’t have a praying mantis on the cover :(

[nattousan]

[happyherringbonkpickle]

[kaity--did]

can not recommend letting your child do a big scream when they are frustrated enough. Just straight up ask them like "hey do you need to do a big scream?" And if they say yes let cover your ears and say okay GO and let them scream because you know what eventually when you're really frustrated your little person with your face is gonna look at you with their ears covered and yell "HEY DO YOU NEED TA DO A BIG SCHREAM?!" and you can just... do a big scream and it won't scare them and you will feel better too

[pjotwitter]

[inbabylontheywept]

she was dead silent on the drive home, but that was okay. sometimes, after band practice, she was just out of words. it was a short drive to her house. the only part where it actually felt weird was after i pulled up her parent’s driveway. 

after that, the silence stretched so far it smeared and left a weird residue. she kept looking at the car door like she wanted to leave, so i looked at the door too, then she looked at me, and i looked at her, and my first thought was that she was going to tell me that the door was stuck. i was used to that car always doing some damn thing. it was the car me and all my siblings had learned to drive in, and it was really beat to hell. there were dents all over the body, which we’d unsuccessfully tried fixing up with spackle. it had looked nice for maybe a week, but then the sun wrecked it - the spackle cracked up like the mud on the bottom of a dry riverbed and turned a sort of off yellow-white that made the car looked like it had been molded out of chicken shit. it also had a bullet hole it through the cabin that whistled like a toothless old man whenever the car went above 40, so loud it could drown out the radio, and a cabin that smelled so strongly of bugspray that even the arizona summer we drove everywhere we could with the windows down.

(if you have kids one day, you will maybe, possibly, begin to understand how much i loved that car.)

anyway, i was thinking about what else could possibly be wrong with the chickenshitmobile, and she just kept looking at me, and then i wondered if there was something on my face, and she just kept looking at me, and then the penny dropped and i realized she was trying to work up the nerve to break up with me. 

now, i’d seen her work up the nerve to do things like this before – it could take quite a while. and knowing it was about to happen made the waiting immediately unbearable. 

so i said hey. 

and she looked at me, very startled, and said hey back real small. like she’d been caught. and in a way, i suppose she had. 

and i said it’s okay. you can just say it. i’ll be okay.

i’m always okay. 

and she said: i’m really sorry. 

i loved her, you know? it was highschool, but teenagers are capable of love. the way people love changes over time just as much as the way they stand, or the way they talk, but things don’t stop existing just because they're different. opposite really – a thing only stops changing when it's fully gone.

and i said, nothing to be sorry for, and i meant it. she looked a little relived, and i was happy to give her that peace. then she left. i watched her make it through the front door, because that was just habit at that point, and then i sat there a while afterwards, checking how i felt. and the answer was not good, but good enough to make it home. good enough to limp on. 

so i put my car in reverse, took my last look goodbye, and immediately backed into her neighbor’s car. 

crunch. 

air bags didn't go off, which was good. i left a decent dent in the bumper of the other car. genuinely couldn’t tell if i did anything to my car – anything wrong with it just kind of blended together into the general ecosystem of hand mottled, sun cracked, chickenshit spackle. 

i checked my glove box, and my car insurance info was, of course, out of date. my phone was dead too. as a teenager, my phone was less my lifeline to my friends, and more my tether to my parents, so i wasn’t particularly conscious of keeping it charged. both my fault.

i sat there a few minutes, trying to think of the best way to handle things, and there was only one answer i could think of, and i hated that answer, so i spent a few more minutes trying and failing to think of a better one, and then a few more coming to peace with what had to be done. 

then i went back to knock on my now ex’s front door. 

her dad opened, which i was very relieved over, even if he seemed less than thrilled. he looked me over, and in a firm, but slightly apologetic way said: she does not want to see you right now. 

(i think he assumed i was going to try and talk her out of the break up?)

and i said not here for her. i just backed into your neighbor’s car, and i need to call my dad, but my phone’s dead. could i borrow yours?

and he looked at me, then back at his neighbors car, which sure enough was dented, then he looked at the chickenshitmobile, and if there was something wrong with it, it just kind of blended into the general Wrongness of the car, then back to me, and i could see him imagining the last ten minutes from my pov: getting broken up with, backing into a car, having to walk up to your exes door and borrow a phone, calling my dad to tell him that i just reversed into someone.  

and his expression shifted from stern and apologetic to truly sad, which felt more kind that i deserved. things only got here because i kept fucking up - forgot to look behind me, forgot to replace the insurance forms, forgot to charge my phone. it was my mess, but his sympathy meant the world to me. i probably would’ve cried if he said sorry, or patted me on the back or called me sport, but instead he said

stay out here – i’ll bring you a phone.

and then he left.  

i found a nice spot on the lawn in the shade under a sycamore, then settled into his grass.i was trying not to freak out, and was doing an okay job. he came out a minute or so later, not just with a phone, but a juicebox and a jar of green olives, which really threw a wrench in the whole try not to cry thing. soon as i saw those, a few tears squoze out. i was still hoping i could pass them off as Manly Tears but then he told me that he’d gotten the olives a few weeks before and had been meaning to hand them off to me, and that this was his last chance for that. then i made a sound like a horse drowning in a bog, and he patted my back pretty rough, four solid thumps, like he wasn't sure if i was crying or choking on an olive, and was trying to cover both bases at once.

then he went back inside, and i made a few more bog horse noises while finishing off the rest of the entire jar of green olives, and then i called my dad.

he was about ten minutes away that day, and luckily was home. he drove over, and we went to the neighbor’s house, and from there things actually went quite nice. the neighbor was a retired man who actually said he could fix the dent himself, no need for insurance. he said he appreciated that i didn't just drive off, and i said i was really sorry about his car, and he said he was really sorry about my car, and then he gestured to the chickenshitmobile and i laughed because it really was a disaster on wheels.

then we left.

i thought we were going to head straight home, but instead we went to a gas station, and we both got several slim jims that we folded into thick enough coils that we could put them on a hotdog bun because the growing up mormon equivalent of having a sad brewski with your dad is just choosing to make bad decisions sober. then he took me to the canals and we watched the sun turn all orange and pink, and he looked over at me and said:

brains are good at remembering bad days. so you gotta make sure that a bad day has a good part in in, so you can remember that too. remember that when you have a kid. try to do a good job on days like that - they're going to be a big part of how they remember you.

and then he gave me a big hug and said he was never going to eat another slim jim again.

---

the year after that i went to college, which kicked my butt in new and exciting ways. and on a lot of those bad days, after a test that went sour, or a faux paus that was particularly embarrassing, or some other hardship of my new adult life, i’d stop by the gas station and pick up leathery, half jerkied hotdog before heading to the canals to watch the sun set. i’d take a bite and imagine my dad next to me, grimacing through the slim-jim wad, asking what good thing i was going use that time to remember. 

and in my head, i’d say you, dad. 

i’m going to remember you.

[inbabylontheywept]

She looked at me, then at the door, so I followed her gaze

That car was always dying in a million different ways

My siblings learned to drive in with it, and beat it half to scrap

Then filled the dents with spackle that looked just like chicken crap

The plaster cracked like river mud from our sun’s unending hate

The eggshell white turned yellow in the cruelest twist of fate

I loved that car like family, I cannot tell a lie.

But the state of Arizona’s where all good things go to die

The car was good, we understood, and thus it's time was nigh.

Those thoughts were racing circuit loops through tracks inside my mind

When I caught her gaze again and saw our thoughts were not aligned

The door was fine but she was not, I knew what would happen next:

Like the boyfriends all before I knew that I would soon be ex'd

"Oh," I said. She looked at me. She seemed consumed with shame.

"I am so sorry," she said at once, accepting all the blame.

"Don't be," I said. "We took a chance. It doesn't always work."

"And ending our relationship does not make you a jerk."

She gave me a hug then ran inside, and I sat a moment longer-

- before realizing that her driveway was not the place to ponder.

I hit reverse and pulled out slow but was halted with a CRUNCH.

The realization of my mistake then hit me like a punch.

I hit her neighbor's car, and my insurance forms were out of date

My phone was dead, I knew with dread, and thus I knew my fate:

I'd have to go knock on her door and test my constitution

To borrow a phone and call my dad to come with a solution.

I left my car and crossed the lawn in a not unpleasant walk.

The door was opened by her dad who said "She doesn’t want to talk."

I said "Nor do I, but your neighbors car was kind of in my way

And I need to call my dad before I can journey far away”

He looked from me to my victims car then my chickenshitmobile

It didn’t take an empath for his expression to reveal

the depth of pity that this man could look at me and feel.

He said he’d bring a phone if I could wait a little longer

I left to find a patch of shade upon the lawn to conquer

by sitting down and touching grass and centering my soul

while also trying very hard to relax my tightly clenched butthole

He came back a moment later with a phone and juice and olives

The phone was there to call my dad and break the wall of

silence while the juice and olives were nothing more than simple human kindness

I made a sound like horses drowning slowly in a bog

He slapped like my back like someone who wasn't quite sure what was wrong:

If I was crying tears of sadness or upon on an olive choking

Or even if the sounds were mirth and I was merely joking

He went inside eventually and I had no more excuse to stall

I pressed the tones and made what was to be my last phonecall

But if my dad was troubled he did not show it much at all.

He arrived some minutes later, and together we both knocked

The neighbor there was very kind and together we three walked

The man said he'd fix the dent himself, and thanked me for revealing

The dent he knew that others would have much preferred concealing.

Then my dad drove us both, not home, but to a nearby gas station

And bought us both some hotdogs, to eat in commiseration

My first break up: A hard moment, made worse with my mistakes.

We drove out to the canals for our hotdogs to partake.

We sat on red caliche and we watched the sun fall dead.

Then he looked at me, and held me close, and this is what he said:

"Pain lingers in our memories longer than joy alone,

Which is why the oldest people are so very anger prone.

When something hurts so very much, and you know that you'll remember

the way it hurt for decades than make sure you also temper

the pain with something joyful so that you can remember with it too

the joy of hotdogs and canals not just breakups and the blues

And one day when you are a man and have a kid of your own too

Remember that what you say on their bad days is how they’ll remember you.”

--

The year after that, I left highschool and went to learn in college

And frequently got whooped by life in my long quest for knowledge

And on my days where something hurt and I was feeling blue,

I would stop by the gas station and pick a hotdog out, or two

and go sit by the hot canals and imagine my dad who

would ask what I was going to remember. And I’d say

You, dad.

You.

[cryptotheism]

The Romans were for real naming their kids shit like Boy #2

[lemilianposts]

[rohirric-hunter]

I met someone at church two weeks ago who I had never spoken to before but she walked up to me and handed me a baby (FABULOUS red hair on that child), and said, "Have you met my youngest, Septus?"

And at first my only reaction was, "That's an odd name," so I asked, "Oh, why did you call him that?"

And she said to me, "Oh, he's my seventh."

And while I was pondering this information and its implications, dear reader, she did indeed turn away, look a nearby young woman dead in the eye, and say, "Prima, have you seen Trinity?"

[rohirric-hunter]

Big news: the week before last I met Prima, Trinity, and Setpus's brother Quintus

[rohirric-hunter]

Recently had a run in with Hectare. She's very cute. Very bad at staying quiet during church

[vaguedisapproval]

for those unaware of the situation, an indian engineer, activist, innovator, education reformer, and environment activist who refused to patent his inventions, so that people could use them freely, and built a free school for underpriviliged kids, went on a hunger strike to demand accountability from the indian government for the massive amount of exam paper leaks that have occurred during this current government's rule. his name is sonam wangchuk, and today, on the 20th day of his hunger strike, he was forcefully apprehended by the delhi police, and taken into custody. so far, we have no idea where they've taken him, and during his apprehending, a large group of men forced their way onto the dais he was lying down on(because he's no longer capable of even sitting up in his current state), and held up screens to prevent people from even seeing or recording what they were doing to him behind them.

as a result of the latest paper leak-which was a medical entrance exam-20+ kids committed suicide. this man saw their plight, and decided to use a form of peaceful protest, that indian freedom fighters used, to fight against colonial rule. it's something that has barely gotten any media coverage, as most news channels and newspapers are tightly controlled by the government. there were plans to conduct a peaceful walk to the parliament, and before that could proceed, the police-armed in tactical gear-kidnapped a frail old man, who can't even stand without assistance. this is plain and simple fascism, please talk about it on your various social media platforms to put some pressure on the indian government for the immediate release of this man.

update on this post: we now know he's being kept at safdarjung hospital, and has not been allowed to leave, or have access to his phone or the internet. they have essentially arrested him for practicing his right to peaceful protest. a colleague of mine who works at safdarjung, has not been able to meet him or check on his condition.

[isuggestrevolution]

i have a suggestion

[demilypyro]

If you're reading this congrats it's your week

[aquilacalvitium]

Let's put some respect on the names of ACTUAL clowns instead maybe

David Shiner

John Gilkey

Emmett Kelly

Tweedy

Facuno Gimenez

[the-haiku-bot]

Let’s put some respect

on the names of ACTUAL

clowns instead maybe

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

[findmeinthealps]

guy on a work call just accidentally said “have a nice freak-end” instead of weekend and now i desperately want that to be the new meme. have a nice freakend everybody

[depsidase]

[pirateprincessjess]

I was told that I’d get used to not having a headphone jack. I still want a fucking headphone jack. I hate that phones don’t have them. It’s stupid and awful and I hate it

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

as humiliating as it is to repost myself from a light-mode-user's reddit screenshot, i cannot allow this year's zenquish to go uncelebrated.

celebrate my favorite holiday with me, my friends.

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

if the emperors of rome can add extra months that actually fuck the calendar up i'm allowed to add a new month that lasts 0.0000 picoseconds

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

the last holiday that hasn't been commercialized

[estrogenesis-eeveeangelion]

i made this up when i was a little kid and nothing would make me happier than to see people celebrating it for years to come

[estrogenesis-vaporeongelion]

zenquish approaches. prepare to rejoice! briefly!

[appreciate-the-beautiful-things]

This summer I was babysitting my dad’s coworkers 3 sons as a summer job and I have so many things I wish I was taught as a kid but wasn’t and instead learned them through social media. But now I’m on vacation and will get back just in time for school to start. There are still so many things I want to teach them but idk when I’ll see them again.

Will I watch them sometimes during the school year? Probably. Will I watch them next summer too? I have no idea and sometimes I get worried about that.

Anyway, some of the things I wanna teach them are:

You can ask me anything and I’ll answer in a way you can understand to the best of my ability

It’s ok to ask questions. Never stop being curious

It’s ok to feel your emotions fully. Sadness, joy, excitement, frustration, fear, anxiety, etc. Feel it all and if you want or need to cry, cry

You are not obligated to hug, kiss, shake hands, etc with anyone if you don’t want to. (I actually got to introduce this on my first day when their dad wanted each of them to shake hands with me. The youngest clearly didn’t want to and I told him that he doesn’t have to and can wave instead)

This one isn’t so much a lesson, but something I will never say. I will never tell any child “you’re so mature for your age”. It is so unbelievably damaging. I can tell that the middle kid will likely get told that, if he hasn’t been already

It’s ok to not know. About anything. Don’t know how you’re feeling? That’s ok and even normal. Don’t know how to do something? I can try to teach you if you want! Don’t know what you wanna be when you grow up? Honestly, neither do I.

Just because your parents/siblings/family believes/thinks one thing, doesn’t mean that you have to also. You are your own person

You don’t have to eat anything that you don’t want to. You can help me look for something that you want and I’m perfectly fine with making separate meals if you don’t want what your brother is eating

Even though I don’t want kids of my own, I will always be on your side. I will always be on the side of the child

I will defend you against your parents even if it’s uncomfortable. I care more about you knowing that someone is on your side than I do about what others think about me.

You are doing amazing and I am so proud of you

Being friends with someone of the opposite gender doesn’t mean you have to have romantic feelings for them or date them

I’ve only known these kids for like 3 months but I’d genuinely do anything for them. I see how little patience their parents have for them so I made a mental promise to be so so patient with them

I definitely forgot some but feel free to add more

[bearionette]

Based off this image ⬇️

[greelin]

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

[meilintheempressofdreams]

Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

[symbolblue]

uhh did i forget how time works or was the first post in december 2018 and the second in august 2018

[greetings-inferiors]

Reblog for time travelling $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

[infectiouspiss]

little miss awful body temperature regulation is taking his hoodie off again

[infectiouspiss]

little miss awful body temperature regulation has put his hoodie back on

[alphabetizing-posts]

awful back body has his hoodie little miss on put regulation temperature

[infectiouspiss]

stop that put my words back normal style

[snailifier]

🐌✨ get snailed! 🐌✨

snop snat snut my snords back snormal snyle

[infectiouspiss]

i'll fucking do it you son of a bitch snop snat right now