bunniesandboba

A blog that will probably not have anything to do with its title. Jacquelyn. vintage human. she/her

[stackslip]

we're moving to an internet where children would be banned from reaching out for help and friendship online but abusive parents can post their children's every second online to humiliate and expose them for money with no pushback

[fageleh]

hobbies should not take up this much space. there ought to be a hobby pocket dimension, where I am able to store everything I need in a breadbox that weighs no more than my cat.

[cerastes]

Fuuuck I just loss 20000 dollars in adverisement revenue and potential sales when that guy over there didn’t look at my flyer because he was talking to the girl he was walking with. The sensible option here is to ban talking while walking since it’s literally theft.

[twistcmyk]

no, i do not have cameras in your home (yet)

[ahmnorhein-zkn]

Repost, now do your honors.

[jkl-fff]

Trans people just existing is no more sexual than when cis people just exist.

[ruinedchildhood]

Tigers with a frozen milk brick on a hot day

[dragondriana]

needless to say they are hopelessly dependent on the ingot

[chongoblog]

It’s fun to use contractions inappropriately, but it’s hard to explain why that’s

[deadstonia]

[stonegoddex]

what if we admitted to each other that it's not always really romance that we want. What if we admitted that what we're really craving is intimacy and society taught us romance is the only way to get it.

[summerf0x]

Pikmin from the Pikmin’s pov is incredibly funny. Imagine you’re in a small group of people in the woods and you’re on the verge of starvation when all of a sudden Bigfoot comes out of the trees and gives you food in exchange for helping him collect some giant scrap in the woods. He can speak a couple of words like “follow me” and “get that”, but otherwise he’s incomprehensible and his main way of keeping you safe from predators is either by throwing you at them or beating the shit out of them with his bare hands. It’s a really weird situation for all of you but hey you’re getting fed and at least it’ll make for a really entertaining story if anyone believes you. You help Bigfoot rebuild his giant house that can fly, and once you’ve gotten all of his pieces he waves goodbye and leaves in said giant house. You assume he’s gone forever, and move on with your life with fond memories of your brief time under Bigfoot’s leadership. A couple days later, he comes back. You know who’s with him? Another Bigfoot. I’d lose my mind.

[cupidsquilll]

[palatablepain]

"loved to the point of invention"

[beardedmrbean]

[fallout-lou-begas]

my roommate and i were trying to identify two birds outside of our window and she's pulling up pictures on her phone and she says "ok so that one's a house sparrow" and shows me a picture i nod my head and then she points to the reddish one next to it outside and says "and that one's a house finch" and she shows me again and i nod and then she switches to a new tab and it's a picture of hugh laurie and she says "and this is house m.d." i'm gonna kill her

[important-animal-images]

singing lessons

[jaypilled]

are those my only options

[boomer-mythology-destroyer]

[rexuality]

i have a story for you, tumblr. last year my coworkers and I were riding in a golf cart at a music festival passing out drinks to people, because the festival had been cancelled that day and everyone was trying to make the best of a bad situation. after some time we spot a guy on the other side of the road dressed as lord farquaad, walking alone. we yell, “LORD FARQUAAD! DO YOU WANT A DRINK??” dude yells an affirmative, walks into the road without looking, gets hit by a fucking car, and goes flying.

I really need you to picture a lord farquaad being dummy yeeted into the air by an incoming vehicle while a golf cart of inebriated, glitter and mud plastered coworkers are full-on horror movie screaming together. before we can even process this, lord farquaad gets up like 🤪 how bout that drink?? completely okay, utterly unphased, red hat and bob wig still locked the fuck in. we check on him several times, all talking over each other, and while he’s calmly and pleasantly assuring us he’s fine, he passes each one of us a tiny jesus figurine. he bestows a “god bless you all” and then resumes his jaunt, drink in hand.

after that we drove in total relieved hysterics, the kinda laughter that only happens when you narrowly avoided catastrophe. and i have NO idea if the driver that hit him even said a word because my entire consciousness in that moment was farquaad, there was only farquaad. I hope that he reads this one day and knows that he is STILL talked about and regarded as some sort of festival cryptid. we are blessed indeed