Well there's this

I like cats, throw blankets, and plaid

[bill-clintons-bees]

I just need to vent. I was in a super serious relationship for just over a year. I'm talking I thought we were going to get married serious. Also worth noting I'm in Texas and he's in Washington. Anyway, he ended up dumping me because he couldn't handle my depression symptoms (my house not being spotless, me not always cooking, not being "ambitious" enough.). He also essentially told me I just wasn't good enough and a ton of other pretty awful stuff. And y'all I know this was a shit thing to do but I was CRUSHED. I felt horrible about myself. Anyway, I'm back on meds and doing really well. But he kept checking in on me and texting me and calling and I finally had to tell him not to talk to me unless I initiated the conversation. I just kept going back to how I felt when he first told me he doesn't want to wait to see how much the new meds help. He listened but the issue now is that he was supposed to send me some stuff that I gave him. Like he offered, I wasn't being petty. Some of the stuff was pretty sentimental too and he said he was just gonna throw it away and I decided I wanted to deal with it myself for my own sense of closure. So I told him that yes, I want him to ship it. It's September now and he still hasn't. He broke up with me at the end of June. Money isn't an issue, his schedule isn't an issue. He just won't do it. Part of me feels like he's intentionally drawing things out and that he just doesn't want to because he knows that once he does he'll never hear from me again. Or that maybe he notices how much better I've gotten since we broke up and he's kinda regretting it. Honestly it doesn't matter what the reason is, I just want everything to be done. I don't know why he insists on stringing this out but I'm so tired of begging for the bare minimum from him that I'm just gonna tell him not to bother with sending me anything because I truly do not want to deal with this anymore

[yayoroses]

iconic!

[thefoxconfessor]

[megcanic]

this is the plot to mama mia

[sansgod]

I really want cute pictures in a photobooth with someone I love

[shencomix]

We go forward.

[hold-a-lover-close-blog-deactiv]

This is too deep to comprehend.

[haleepls]

Stop it

[alltheselittlevoices]

I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUNNY

[hello-nice-to-misha]

:(((((

[crrocs]

being caught taking selfies is one of lifes most embarrassing moments. 

[lizziemcswagger-deactivated2014]

[mitochondrial-matrix]

omg her peace sign lowering in shame

[kaedien]

americans think ABSOLUTELY NOTHIN of driving 7 hours. they’ll drive 7 hours just for dinner. they’ll drive 7 hours just for chips and dip

[roarykooper]

i went to england to visit the family of this boy im dating in birmingham. one of his sisters lived in manchester and his whole family kept being like we wish lila was her you would love her blah blah blah lila would just lobe you blah and I was finally like well why couldn’t she make it? everyone was like lol as we said she’s in manchester??? that’s it. i looked up the distance and it’s like less than two hours away and when me and my dude went to grab a beer later that night I was like so does Lila not get along with your parents like what’s up? again, he’s like babe I told you she’s in manchester. I was like are the villages at war????? he goes “it’s too far. this isn’t holiday.” I was like babe we’ve drivin 4-5 hours for weekend trips to the beach Im just confused- and he cuts me off and goes “that’s American me. We don’t do that here”

[cinemove]

[lolasteppereincarnate]

[punknursejoy]

@machamp your tags are perfect

[comradekatara]

therapist: so how are you? 

me: the entire foundation of mai and zuko’s relationship was built on how miserable they were together, and how they would just sit there and hate the world together— letting their misery fester as they enabled each other’s depression— and I think that’s really unfortunate because they would work so well as friends if they weren’t trying to make their dumpster fire of a relationship work. similarly, what makes zuko and katara’s dynamic so compelling is that they share the same flaws, only as opposed to mai’s apathy and misery, it’s katara’s rage and guilt that zuko identifies with. they both share trauma over having lost their mothers, and both in a similar way (sacrificing themselves for them) and they both cope with their grief through rage, often misplaced. in the southern raiders, they both act deeply insensitively towards sokka by acting as if his grief over his mother’s death is somehow less valid simply because he is a lot quieter in his coping mechanisms and doesn’t project his rage & guilt onto everyone else. katara and zuko have a deep & profound friendship, but if they were to be in a relationship, they would only bring out the absolute worst in each other thru enabling each other’s rage and emotion-driven decision making. conversely, when they go to the boiling rock, it is shown that sokka and zuko make an excellent team, as they balance each other perfectly. sokka thinks big picture, and plans ahead, but zuko will charge into situations, and account for the details of the plan, such as when he breaks the lever for the gondola. in that same scene, we see zuko jump off the platform and sokka catch him without any communication that either was going to do so. zuko later catches sokka from slipping off the side of the gondola. when they’re fighting azula, again they fall into wordless trust with zuko on the defense blocking azula’s fire, while sokka takes the defense, using the opening zuko creates by protecting him to charge at azula with his sword. throughout the entire episode, zuko supports all of sokka’s decisions without question, telling him that it’s his call to make when he wonders whether they should stay another night, which is the kind of trust sokka always needed to receive as the leader. when sokka is about to give up because he’s afraid of failing again, zuko inspires him and even encourages failure, a lesson that sokka still needs to learn, especially after the shame he feels after losing the invasion. throughout the episode as well you can see the steady building of their friendship, and they’re shown to trust each other unconditionally. the next episode, zuko asks sokka to recount to him one of his most traumatic memories in excruciating detail, and even though sokka could easily say fuck no, he tells zuko about the death of his mother because it is important to him that zuko and katara get along. zuko also genuinely smiles a hell of a lot more than he does pretty much any other episode, even though the situation is incredibly tense, because he enjoys sokka’s company, even when he’s in prison. zuko and sokka have a lot in common, a lot of the same experiences struggling with limitations of masculinity and feeling worthless compared to their prodigious younger sisters. and that’s not to mention that they have a lot of interests in common, such as swords, and the arts (sokka likes to paint & draw, zuko is a theatre kid etc), not to mention they share a similar dry, sarcastic, offbeat sense of humor. as opposed to zuko and mai, who are two miserable people who make each other miserable, zuko and sokka are two miserable people who make each other HAPPY 

therapist: okay……..but how are you?

[insomniac-arrest]

I never thought I would read a Zuko/Sokka manifesto in the year of our lord 2019 but I am so glad I did

good post OP

[theweirdwideweb]

[orchidvioletindigo]

[sycamoretree]

trinity 

[yawning-caverns]

An Actual Real Person my Dad knew. Pretty sure he worked as a bush guide. When someone asked the time he’d pull off his hat - some kind of broad brim - and use to take a few measurements of the sun’s position relative to the horizon. Then he’d declare the time.

He was accurate to the minute.

[elodieunderglass]

Fvvdvddsfdssdhnvfh you get back here and say this to the rest of the crew

[zagreus]

irritating how many sherlock holmes adaptations focus on the “police consultant” aspect of the character (it’s a comparatively small recurring part of the canon) and ignore the fact that his relationship with law enforcement was an uneasy one at best. the whole thing about his role as an independent detective is that he works as an alternative to the police for a significant number of his clients (and in a few cases protection FROM the police for those unjustly accused) and I feel like that’s something that should be explored more in adaptations of the source material. holmes SHOULD be written as a safeguard against the shortcomings of the police, not a tool for them to use

[lolfactory]

[pardonmewhileipanic]

bad men get trapped in the shame toilet 

[mydearestmonster]

Werewolf: *transforming* You have to go, now! I don’t want you to see me like this…

Human s/o: Don’t push me away! I’m not afraid of you!!

Werewolf: No no I’m just really dumb as a wolf and I don’t want you to see me bark at a mirror for two hours 

[sailorcuba]

the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like “what?” and it meows at u

[arborealgargoyle]

like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done

[arborealgargoyle]

This post led me to reminisce on the nature of cat’s meowing, and I have a funny story

I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didn’t meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears aren’t fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that aren’t audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldn’t hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didn’t want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.

Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so they’d be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. I’d be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and I’d immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadn’t realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasn’t. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens “yes baby?” And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones she’d had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because that’s the best way to get a human’s attention.

Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesn’t seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And I’m a baby give me love!

[shitpostinguniverse]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

favorite part of the witcher is seeing all these self-identified heterosexual men on twitter thirsting over henry cavill.  put henry cavill in tight leather pants and suddenly a lot of men are learning something about themselves

[straightupsapphic]

stop leaving the best parts in the tags

[sockdrawerdemon]

Sliding fuckability scale:

1. Henry Cavill as Superman. Very Good and clean. Utterly unfuckable.

2. Henry Cavill as cold war era spy in Man From U.N.C.L.E. Less morally upstanding, quite clean. Attractive but not sexy.

3. Henry Cavill as a CIA Assassin Mission Impossible. Kills people, some scruff but still groomed. Fuckable.

4. Henry Cavill as Geralt. Morally grey, absolutely filthy. Peak Fuckablity.

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

I’m honestly not even surprised by this revelation

[jessielefey]

I remember this other thread where someone described him as “whatever the opposite of ‘he cleans up well’ is”.

[guerrillatech]

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

The hares are following me. They know my sins

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

This sounds like my run-of-the-mill shitposting but my neighborhood has an infestation and they are watching me. Every time I go outside there’s two or three of them just standing there gazing at me. Staring at me with their twitchy rabbity eyes. Waiting. Watching. Because they know. They know.