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Oh I think I deleted it by accident..

My meme-ish poster about executive dysfunction, or "The Sits" as we call it in our house. This is to share my experiences with exec. dysfunction, everyone's a little different ☺️

itsjunetime

clowngirl getting an orchiectomy and the surgeon just keeps removing ball after ball after ball after ball after

estrogenesis-vaporeongelion

clown nurse standing by solemnly adding each successive ball to the ones she's already juggling

gryffon

anxietyproblem

crowboy-bebop

oh my fucking god

My Grandmother's Bowl

Oh how my grandmother raged

to see her earthenware bowl

sitting on my kitchen counter

filled with fruit snacks and chips.

"That bowl is our family history,

passed down for generations

with careful hands and reverence.

It deserves a place of honor."

My grandmother is so concerned

with impressing ghosts

and respecting tradition

that she does not understand

That bowl is filled with love for my family

small comforts that never run empty

and can always be reached

whenever they are needed.

There is not possibly a more honorable place

that I could put it

#original poem #poetry #generational healing

redstopgringo

Are Pinky and the Brain still trying to take over the world? Because at this point, I'm willing to hear the Brain's platform.

kaijufluffs

She's being so big and brave.

cheaphalloweencostume

rocket pops and other popsicles have had a recent surge in popularity as a drink flavor but im fucking sick of it because NO ONE is putting a drop of popsicle stick wood extract in it. its fake as fuck if im not tasting the STICK

asteroidtroglodyte

Behold!

A Cursed Image!

(I had to see this with mine own eyes and I feel compelled to inflict it upon all of you)

asteroidtroglodyte

4 legs?????

asteroidtroglodyte

YOU WIN MOST CURSED TAGS THANK YOU

asteroidtroglodyte

THE SAGA FUCKING CONTINUES

asteroidtroglodyte

GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO THE POST

asteroidtroglodyte

WORSE IT GOT WORSE

asteroidtroglodyte

It is a very visibly double pregnant centaur standing between a vet’s office and a doctor’s office do try to keep up

asteroidtroglodyte

I like to imagine that a centaur tailor would have patterns ready for all the style of centaur pants:

Of course, as our lady is rocking the sundress look, I’m just going to assume she’s going au naturale on the front half. Gotta keep it aired out, you know? Keeps things smelling fresh.

asteroidtroglodyte

Unfortunately, my Centaur Anatomical Charts do not cover the Reproductive System. Alas

wizardofbones

How is she wearing high heels? Hooves don't have heels!

asteroidtroglodyte

You are quite right!

She isn’t wearing heels!

Those are her hooves

Seriously. Zoom in.

wizardofbones

Strange

asteroidtroglodyte

No one ever knows what to say to that

sapphireclawe

So she grew cow hooves or a mix between horse and cow, and trained them to grow into that shape? That's like training your toenails into ballet pointe shoes.

asteroidtroglodyte

Oh I’m sure she got them done somewhere

thelonebookman

I am depressed by the lack of reference in this curséd thread to John Varley's Gaia trilogy and his Titanides.

*sigh* It's like no one reads the classics anymore...

asteroidtroglodyte

Holy shit you were not kidding

knittedintoacorner

At least she's wearing horse panties on the horse half?? And from the human doctor's expression, it looks like he's at least one of the baby daddies.

asteroidtroglodyte

Finally!

Someone looked at that Doctor’s expression!

Like. My guy is very happy to see her.

bacony-cakes

i'd recognize that face anywhere

nosferattusx2-deactivated202502

@misstextures i must show you this as an act of revenge

misstextures

I don't remember what I did for you to show this monstrosity upon me but I probably deserve it to be honest

nosferattusx2-deactivated202502

i still haven't recovered after the monsters inc

azeofspades

TF YOU MEAN THIS ISNT A 10K NOTE POST RB'D BY @hellsite-hall-of-fame?????

asteroidtroglodyte

questcult

As for clothing, anything that snaps or buckles is unlikely for anatomical reasons.

So they'd likely wear something similar to a loincloth up front with a caparison tossed over their back half.

Which is surprisingly close to what she's wearing in the actual image except she's decided to have her ass all out, likely as a kink thing.

fenixfoxtrot510

theoneicelady

Did they say motherfucking centaur parthenogenesis

asteroidtroglodyte

Who are you, to be so wise in the ways of Science?

thelonebookman

Parthenogenesis is specifically in reference to Varley's Titanide centaurs from his Gaia trilogy.

IIRC (it's been a while):

Titanides have either male or female human genitals in front and both sets of horse genitals behind.

Front sex creates an egg (marble sized) that gets manually implanted in the rear and fertilized with the rear equipment.

Here's a diagram from the book illustrating the various possible permutations:

The Titanides are the most fully fleshed out species in the trilogy, but there is LOTS of freaky wild biology including a completely organic luftwaffe and film crews from booms to camera, all living things (the alien creating all of this life watched a lot of old movies).

asteroidtroglodyte

Me, a Centaur Biologist, at the Titanides Breeding Season Soirée & Orgy, trying to categorize everything going on around me:

scarlettaagni

so i think the solution is to give dachshunds a third pair of legs right in the middle

thememedaddy

fox-bright

Years before the covid pandemic began, author Naomi Kritzer wrote the charming, emotionally genuine short story "So Much Cooking," which was a pandemic log through the eyes of a cooking blog. The premise is that the author is a home cooking blogger raising her kids, and then a pandemic hits--and bit by bit she's feeding not only her own, but her sister's kids, some neighbors' kids, and so on, in a situation of pandemic lockdown and food shortages.

It's very good, and was prescient for a lot of the early days of the covid pandemic. I found myself returning to it often in the first couple of years because of how steadfast it was in its hopefulness.

Last year she wrote a novelette, "The Year Without Sunshine," which attacks a similar problem in a similar way; instead of pandemic, this one is about the aftereffects of a distant nuke or a massive volcano explosion (it doesn't say), which has churned a great deal of dust into the air, causing massive damage to society and agriculture. The story covers one neighborhood, pulling together to keep each other alive--not through violence, but through lawn potatoes and message pinboards and bicycle-powered oxygen concentrators.

I recommend both stories. They're uplifting in a way that a lot of what I see lately isn't. They're a bit of a panacea for constant fearmongering about intracommunity violence and grinding hatefulness. We can be good to each other, if we try.