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My father is a classic layabout lazy bastard. He's the guy that people try to stereotype people on benefits as when they call them "dole bludgers". Sits in a filthy house all day whining that his wife won't clean it up, gets a great idea for a new business every few months and gives up after two weeks when it becomes clear that starting a business is hard, does everything he can to avoid doing a single scrap of work in life, uselessly drags his feet when the government forces him to actually do some.
Or at least, he was, until about three years ago, when he was sent off to do mandatory Work for the Dole at a volunteer organisation. He'd done a lot of Work for the Dole in the past, of course, and like most people who are forced to do a shitty job under the threat of starvation, was neither enthusiastic nor particularly useful. But in this particular place, he was given a job that he could do better than anyone else (he was one of 2 men working with a legion of elderly women, and the only person able to easily haul around the heavy goods that the organisation works with). He quickly found himself with a job he could understand, he could see the clear utility in, and that his coworkers greatly valued him for. He started arriving on time every day, putting in the effort, getting shit done. He started caring about the results. And when his Work for the Dole time was up, he kept volunteering.
He's one of two people paid to work in that warehouse now (the other person being the manager), and he's a lynchpin of activity there, their sole regular and reliable source of physical labour. When he takes holidays, they have to plan around it, because his consistent hard work has become such a critical asset to their work. And he's not taking nearly as many holidays as he should -- he works extra unpaid hours, lifts loads that are somewhat heavier than he should be lifting, shoulders the work of others when they need breaks, and we all have to urge him to take more days off for his health since he's not a young man any more. For my entire life this man has been a pile of old mud in the shape of a human, and the instant he found a job that fulfils his needs, he won't fucking stop. He's gonna die in that warehouse and die happy.
yall aren’t gonna believe this
I swear to god I tried to grab my phone but I couldn’t without ruining the moment
He wouldn’t lEAVE
I’m so fucking proud of my weird wet son
The cat is so stoked to be there??? What a little star. 💜
IIRC, they had to terminate the project because the crows were attacking humans who were smoking cigarettes in order to get the "butt."
Let The Crows Force You To Quit Smoking
Suggesting to Gamerbros that a Triple A game company with a recorded 2.4 billion dollar profit last year, hundreds of employees, state-of-the-art computer technology, and worldwide marketing should be better at making Black features in their games:
sticky little fucker can still chuff back a durry even when the wee cunt's upside down
loudly going "YOU'RE GOOD YOU'RE GOOD" to myself to ward off the memory of every embarrassing thing i've ever done
If I die, remember that I begged you and asked you for a small donation or to share my post. I will not forgive anyone who sees this post and does not support me with a single word or a small donation and ignores me.
I'm writing this post with tears in my eyes from the intense pain I'm experiencing. I've suffered from severe pain and multiple fainting spells this past week due to my severe anemia and my inability to afford all the medications I need because of their high cost. All I wish for is to never faint again, so I hope you will stand by me and help me buy my medications quickly. Please donate.
Worse still, I was injured when our house was bombed while we were inside (640 days ago). I was hit by shrapnel that is still embedded in my body, and I need urgent surgery to remove it. Throughout this time, I have been suffering from constant pain. My surgery is very expensive, and I don't have enough money for it. Now I can't sleep because of the intense pain, and I can't afford my medications and painkillers to stop the pain because of their high price.
I need your help to stop my pain and save myself as quickly as possible. Please, I don't want to die. Please help me raise the money for my medication and surgery as soon as possible. Please stand by me. Please donate.
Please donate to Fadel as soon as you can. He is suffering from intense pain and needs relief. His body is struggling against his injuries, disability, and genocidal conditions. He is afraid. Please help him.
Fadel has been suffering so long that my phone recommends his name after the word help. Please donate to him, its been long enough.
Thank you so much to everyone who checked on me during my absence from Tumblr. I've been experiencing fainting spells and loss of consciousness these past two days.
My health is very poor, and I can barely write this reblog to tell you that I desperately need your help right now. Please help me so I can buy my medication as soon as possible and raise the funds for my travel and surgery. Please donate.
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GET HER ASSSSSSSSS
Posting this because apparently some of you really need to internalize that you do not have to be a perfect person to deserve justice.
awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
"Anatomical Heart, Inhabited – Shallow"
Cabinet of Curiosities group exhibition Feb 1–22, 2026 Beinart Gallery (Australia)
This soft sculpture is available on the gallery’s online preview.
"棲みかとなった心臓 ― 浅" (2026) オーストラリアのBeinart Galleryで現在開催中の展覧会出品作。お問合せ&ご購入はギャラリーのプレビューリストからどうぞ。
what gets me is that if everyone woke up tomorrow and went ohhh the weight loss industry is EVIL evil like killing and disabling people for profit including children who don't have medical rights evil, and was always an evil scam, and everyone in the industry woke up tomorrow and publicly apologized for being evil and donated every cent they had to helping people recover and their companies dissolved and blew up and every medical doctor woke up tomorrow and went ohhhh shit of course that was wrong and unhealthy for everyone, i have to go apologize and fix what ive done to all my fat patients, and every weight loss supplement turned into pure clear water and every weight scam business location exploded and was instantly transformed into a green park and playground and library and shelter, and everyone was suddenly awakened to the reality like a dancing plague had suddenly passed. if all that happened the industry could disappear tomorrow and literally nothing of value would be lost. at all. there is literally nothing good or redeeming about any of this. its pure shit. its entirely evil.
'everyone at indeed dot com kills themselves' comic is how i feel about the weight loss industry
"Okomi" Pyror Mountain, Wyoming
Photo by Pryorwild
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