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my dumbass thought they meant like, evil pets
Image ID: a screenshot of a menu in Stardew Valley where you can select "Doghouse", "Dark Doghouse", "Cat Tree", and "Dark Cat Tree". There's a picture of each item. The "dark" versions have a darker color palette. /end ID
my dumbass thought they meant like, evil pets
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It's Friday don't forget to fuck that train!!!
It's Friday don't forget to fuck that train
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source
[ID 1: a sketchy drawing of a fox with large ears walking forwards despite heavy wind. The background appears yellowed and the fox is colored in with a pale orange, barely darker than the background. All-caps, handwritten serif text says, “I know the wind is strong, but so are you…” Small text in the lower right corner says, “Meg Lemieur.”
ID 2: a comment by @/starmoss-starmoss that says, “It’s fucking wimdy but so am I.” End IDs.]
I know the wind is strong but so are you
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wait, you're telling me some "boys" didn't grow up feeling like a lesbian trapped in the wrong body? i thought that was normal!
get peer reviewed, because fucking. yeah.
she had a different name three days ago
she had a different name three days ago
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in finnish, the '@' symbol is sometimes referred to as 'kissanhnta' [cat's tail] or 'miau', 'miau merkki' [meow marks]. in the pokemon universe, i thought it might be cute if the '@' symbol were called 'the mew' or 'mew symbol'
considering both bill and professor oak would know about mew, i imagined a conversation in which this term was coined in which professor oak tries (and finally succeeds) at sending his first email.
regional dialects make it difficult to share 'mewsernames'!
in swedish, the @ symbol is called 'trunk a' [elephants trunk]
in polish, it's called 'malpa' [monkey]!
What answer were you even hoping for
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my empire of dust is pretty sweet right? we build awesome shit every day and watch it blow away at the turn of midnight. lowkey you stop grieving the losses and instead start being excited for tomorrow's new creations. it's totally sick you should join us
we're thinking of taking down those trunkless legs of stone because they're too permanent. doesn't fit the vibe yk
look upon my works ye desperate and i dont really mind what you do after
my empire of dust is pretty sweet
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One struggle 🫡
if we keep getting fatter and hornier we can abolish all world militaries by 2026
[ID: 1 - Evening Standard headline - "Young Chinese are 'too fat and masturbate too much to pass army fitness tests'"
2 - American Military News headline - "77% of young Americans too mentally ill, on drugs and more to join military, Pentagon study finds"
3 - Quote reading "The world is not divided between East and West. You are American, I am Iranian, we don't know each other, but we talk and we understand each other perfectly. The difference between you and your government is much bigger than the difference between you and me. And the difference between me and my government is much bigger than the difference between me and you. And our governments are very much the same." - Marjane Satrapi, Iranian Graphic Novelist
/End ID]
our governments are very much the same
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a post getting popular on tumblr is like
imagine you are op
you are standing outside in the middle of a field
you say some dumb shit
a couple drops of rain fall on you
and then a few more
and then OH GOD YOURE DROWNING WHERE DID THE RAIN COME FROM THE SKY WAS CLEAR A FEW SECONDS AGO
EVERY TIME YOU PLEAD TO THE GODS TO PLEASE ALLOW THE RAIN TO STOP IT JUST GETS WORSE
THEY LAUGH AT WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU
YOUR HUBRIS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL
and then a gimmick blog is like "this post contains no punctuation"
and then a gimmick
blog is like “this post contains
no punctuation”
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
"10k notes" this, "100k notes" that
you all failed
the notes have stopped
the storm is over
and what do you have to say for it?
Uhhh...
I say hi? Idk
fair enough
and then a gimmick blog is like "this post
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woah woah slow down what the fuck is THIS
"yeah dw i'll find your post just give me a second to consult The Entity"
a second to consult The Entity
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I love a woman with a loud ass laugh. I love a cackle. I love a guffaw. Love when a bitch laughs so hard it scares the dog. Be unapologetic in your joy.
Be unapologetic in your joy
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''i wasted those years'' who cares. you lived the only life you could've lived in those moments
You did the best you could with all you had and knew. That was then. Here is now
prev tags correct
[ID: tags that read: "you needed those years to get here. time spent growing isn't wasted. there's no rules and no right way to do this". end ID.]
you lived the only life you could've lived
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some things on pins
Image ID: photos of five pins. The first pin has a picture of a pod of peas and says "Eat your vegetables". The second says "The Moon and I are very Wide Awake." The third says in all caps, "It's been lovely but I have to scream now". The fourth says "I won't try harder". The fifth says "Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!" in cursive with little flourishes above and below the text. /end ID
The Moon and I are very Wide Awake
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get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all
we're gonna try again despite it all
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i appear to have made mortal nemeses with a pigeon
tumblr stop rooting for the pigeon
pick a side
team gaud
team pigeon
CEASE THIS IMMEDIATELY
you people are. unkind to me
You... voted for the pigeon, too?
i know when i'm outmatched
the pigeon, too? i know when i'm outmatched
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8 hours of decent sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a beautiful horse and i will never die'
2 hours of bad sleep will have you thinking things like 'i am a stranded whale and i need to be covered in dynamite in an ill-advised attempt to clear the beach'
My legs are beautiful but my mane could use some work <- me in between horse and human forms after 4 hours of sleep
an ill-advised attempt to clear the beach
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the problem with movie remakes is that they always remake something that was already good, meaning at worst you ruin it and at best your remake is largely redundant. to make a truly good remake you need to start with source material that is absolute dogwater. ignore the pull of nostalgia. redeem the sins of moviemaking past.
redeem the sins of moviemaking past
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hey do you guys think Watson ever woke up in the middle of the night screaming Holmes' name after his death just like he did when looking for him in Reichenbach
His screams start to fade as he slowly registers that he’s awake. Someone is clutching him, tightly, shaking, murmuring “I’m here, I’m here” over and over.
It was the first time we had shared a room in a hotel since —
Since.
I suppose that was why I dreamed of it again. The dreams had left me since his return to Baker Street. I had not yet given in to his many arguments for my return, but even in my quiet rooms across town I slept deeply at last—knowing that there was a fire once more in the sitting-room hearth at 221B, and music was being played on a solo violin through the lonely wee hours, and the world was set right.
I had not moved back, but I had agreed to accompany him once more on cases. I could trust my happiness that far. So now we were in Cornwall, and staying at a hotel, and there was murderous intrigue afoot. And while I had been so very glad to follow him about in daylight, and leave the past in the past, my sleeping mind felt otherwise.
I dreamed I woke in Switzerland alone. I knew he was gone. His bed was cold. I could not stay in that silent room. Through moonlight and mountain shadow I walked the path to Reichenbach, where I’d left my heart. His walking stick still lay abandoned on the ground, his last letter open near it, bleeding dark ink onto the rocks in the mist of the falls.
I sobbed, then. There was nothing else to do, no other way left to serve him. I cried his name without hope of an answer; my voice was swallowed by the shadows. I was still sobbing when I woke—but not alone; a trembling hand was clutching my arm, and a voice I had longed for was pleading roughly, “John—John! My God, John, stop, stop, I can’t bear this.”
It was enough. My sobs turned to gasps of release, grief waking to its living relief, hanging over my bed in kind distress. I reached out to him; felt him warm and real and in reach; pulled him down to me. He surrendered easily: collapsed against me and buried his face in my hair. His breath in my ear made me gasp again in gratitude. Horrors had found me, but so had he. And he was clinging to me too.
It was simple, then, to kiss him.
I dreamed I woke in Switzerland alone
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