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older lady customer noticed my name tag and said shes heard of charlene before but never charlotte?? and then i relayed this to a coworker and he said im the only charlotte he knows of?? and he didnt even know charlottes web???? where am i
can i please get more pictures like this. this how it feel
more examples
This is what ao3 is for
Log in to your MyCelium account to adjust your Mush Room settings and download Spores
you strike me as someone who could properly tile a roof if he tried and i respect that a lot
I firmly believe I could do anything no matter what
I meant more like a skill or something
are you implying there is no skill to breast milk?
I was really just hoping breast milk wouldnât become a major part of this conversation.
money goes hard when it's coins
penis goes hard when its loins
In my new gacha game, you can now pull for scantily clad anime women who represent famous airplane crashes.
My favorite thing in this fandom is the "rocky mate bad as hell, statement" being just collectively agreed upon
why do they call it an inventory when you inventory the good items outventory bad drop the items
a pit of dread forms in your stomach as you parse my "evil baby on board" decal and realize you have a moral duty to rear end my vehicle as hard as you can
Rocky bringing Grace to Erid but in his haste to get them to start working on the food problem he forgets to describe what Grace âlooksâ like, so the Eridian scientists and doctors eager to meet the alien open the door and what lurches out is a tall long horrifically thin shape with protruding teeth crowded around a wet orifice, long limbs that bend and sway oddly tipped with creepy long fingers made of dozens of little bones, organs on full display and a squishy loud body
Pov youâre an Eridian meeting an alien for the first time
Dude, your glasses
people throw in "not trying to be rude" at the end of the rudest thing you've ever heard as if they're trying to go "no homo" after sucking the balls too
Grace, lightly nudging Rocky out of the way with his foot: Rock move out of the way please so I don't trip on you.
Rocky, with the saddest notes: you KICK rocky? You kick his body like the human ball? Oh! Oh! Jail for Grace! Jail for Grace for One Thousand Years!
I haven't made any phm art so here
Viola..
When Tess Morgan's son came home with a tattoo, she was griefstricken. She knew her reaction was OTT (he's 21) but it signalled a change in their relationship
This is gold this, absolute gold, the most over the top melodramatic hysterical ridiculous thing Iâve ever read
This is actually so interesting to read- itâs from 2012 but its full of the same anxieties, even some of the same phrasing that many of the guardianâs later pieces on transness use. really hammers home how much of the terfism that emerged in the late 10s was middle class mothers angry at a loss of control over their adult children- whether that be their bodies or their friends or their opinions- and making that everyoneâs problem because they have the power to do so
He says, âIâm still the same person.â
I look at him, sitting there, my 21-year-old son. I feel Iâm being interviewed for a job I donât even want. I say, âBut youâre not. Youâre different. I will never look at you in the same way again. Itâs a visceral feeling. Maybe because Iâm your mother. All those years of looking after your body â taking you to the dentist and making you drink milk and worrying about green leafy vegetables and sunscreen and cancer from mobile phones. And then you let some stranger inject ink under your skin. To me, it seems like self-mutilation. If youâd lost your arm in a car accident, I would have understood. I would have done everything to make you feel better. But this â this is desecration. And I hate it.â
Also just the classism of her associating tattoos with âvest tops, dogs on chains, broken beer glassesâ; like, just say you hate poor people