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elliegoose

my potion #MyPotion

exit-running

per The Chart, this is a "Hell at the Bell":

jackapediablog

This is easily the most enduring thing I've ever made. Godspeed funny little jpeg. See you again soon

sara-sel

Miss morales

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I hate those posts that are of a beautiful, lush nature scene, with flowers and soft grass, only to be captioned some anti-bug nonsense. “What nature would be like with no bugs”, “if you could relax in nature without bugs”, “this and no bugs”, and so on so forth. Without bugs, that lush landscape would be barren and dry. There would be no life. Without beetles, bees, flies, and butterflies there would be no flowers. Without ants, roaches, and isopods the ground would be littered with debris and rot. Most of all, without all those insects and more, nothing would be here to “enjoy” the fictional utopia people somehow think there would be.

dragongirlsweetie

boss makes a spider i make a slime. that's why i . thas why, tthats why i uhhh. t. thawhy

dragongirlsweetie

t.gats why i can't think up an end to the rhyme

evilwizard

GET BACK TO WORK

itsjesscapade

punished-venom-solitair-e

spider-woman (petra parker) villains react to her coming out as trans

kingpin: ...this changes nothing.

electro: [very clearly uncomfortable but not willing to interrogate what that says about himself] so is this, like, a permanent thing?

rhino: you are...AH!! [drops the bags of money he's holding and gives spider-woman a bone-crushing hug] MY FRIEND!!! YES!!! my cousin's wife, she is like you as well! beautiful woman. maybe you know her? you do not? is not how that works? i see. you two must meet. we will arrange dinner after i break out from raft again. uhp--no arguments. i have decided.

vulture: this is exactly what fox news warned me about...

green goblin: [mockingly] good for you, bug! though don't think i'll go easy on you because of this. after all, you and i both know i don't have a problem killing girls! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

sandman: [after five minutes of failed explanations] oh, like the thing rhino's cousin's wife has

white rabbit: girl!!! me too!!! no way!!! you know, this is perfect timing actually, beetle and i have been looking for a third, if you're interested...

lizard: [really not getting it] ssssso you have to inject yoursssself with girl DNA how often? seemssssss inefficient. you know, connorsssss only injected himself with lizard DNA the once. maybe you ssshould assssk him to make girl DNA for you.

doc ock: [known the whole time] so...you finally figured it out.

mysterio: [trying to fuck with her] so...you finally figured it out.

mr. negative: [gives a single, curt nod and doesn't say anything but makes sure to gender her correctly during their fight]

morbius: HISSSSSSSS!! spider-man!! vhat brings you to zhis dark corner of the city, at so late an--vhat? spider...woman now? [drops the accent] oh hey that's sick. listen if you need an endocrinologist i know a guy. he's over in brooklyn so it's a bit out of the way--oh you're going to diy? no that makes sense. hey, i really appreciate you telling me. no it's no problem at all. thanks! [starts doing the accent again] NOW BEGONE!!! FROM MY LAIR!!!!

electro again: [still really uncomfortable] i just don't think it's an unfair question to ask. remember that time you were like all mean and had the four extra arms and you said shit like "the die is cast?" how do i know this isn't another one of your phases?

carnage: [sprinting down the street on all fours holding the first syllable of a slur like piccolo charging his special beam cannon] fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffFFFFFFFAGGOTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

decepticonsensual

Not to be all "the children have forgotten the sacred texts!" but I just saw someone refer to a ship between two people who are good friends in canon as a crackship.

Hon. No. Crackship doesn't just mean "not canon". It's difficult to imagine two people who spend significant canon time together as a crackship. Crackship is when you write Galactus getting fucked by Tony the Tiger.

decepticonsensual

Gotta say, my absolute favourite notes on this so far have been the number of people congratulating Tony on his rebound from the Grinch.

j0an-na

mother’s day

sermna

I used to have a recurring dream for years that my grandma's backyard had holes slowly opening up as the dirt begin to collapse in on an old cellar. I never saw anything down there, but always had the impression that something about the cellar was evil. Finally thought to tell her about it as an adult and she just said "oh yeah we covered an old cellar with that shed back there because I kept having nightmares about it"

eugeniedanglars

i've been struck by the whim to read mpreg fic but i'm so pro-abortion that 90% of the plots instantly fall apart for me. "i can't be pregnant!" okay well you don't have to be. what do you not have planned parenthood in the mpreg universe

ashenmind

hardcorewhimsy

Reddit u/mynameisfreddit 's fish, as seen on @ashenmind 's blog with @lefttobloom 's tag caption

aubreyhepbum

@animals-with-fan-art

visit-me-here-in-wonderland

ofishal-fish-posts

official fish post

samlickereightyone

kicks rock where's MY socialist muslim elected offical

samlickereightyone

love the global audience chiming in we're in this together

json-derulo

endlessly funny that some pets will just decide they are service animals now without any training or feedback from humans. babygirl no one hired you. you do not have a license for this

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I’m not talking about humans pretending their untrained pets are service animals so they can bring them places they shouldn’t be allowed. I’m talking about my dog, who took one look at the two people with severe ADHD time-blindness and executive dysfunction who adopted him and was like, “Great. I am your Watch Dog now, as in, dog who functions like a watch. That is, if your watch was a seven-pound furby that could run this house like the goddamn navy. I will catapult myself onto your chest and nip at your hands when you fail to get up and Do Things in response to my incessant whining that it is Time For You To Eat Lunch/Get Out Of Bed/Go Exercise/Take Your Meds/Etc Now Now Right Now. This is a service I provide for to Helping You. No, you cannot opt out of the Helping You. Do not attempt to resist the Helping You.”

json-derulo

⬆️ Trained Professional

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And he has like a fae-rules understanding of the scope of his duties and authority. He respects that we can and will override his judgment if we determine we do not actually need to do the Thing He Thinks We Need To Be Doing Right Now. But he is absolutely insistent that we give some indication that we have heard him and noticed what time it is first before he will chill out.

For example: My partner usually wakes up at 4AM to go for a run, but some days, he will just decide he needs the rest more than the exercise and turn his phone alarm off without getting up. Toby does Not Allow this and will stand on top of his pillow and stomp his little feet until the slovenly human has at least gotten out of bed and gone to the bathroom or the kitchen for a glass of water or something. But once he has risen and Done A Thing, thus acknowledging the passage of time, Toby will happily follow him back to bed and snuggle up for another few hours of snoozing

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Some more Toby The Watch-Dog stories:

A combination of the aforementioned executive dysfunction + some appetite issues caused by my ADHD meds made it difficult for me to consistently make and eat a meal in the middle of the day, which usually caused me to put off lunch until I crashed out somewhere between 2-5PM with a wave of that so-hungry-I’m-nauseous feeling. Toby’s solution to this was to start bothering me every workday at around 10:50 (I work from home) and not chill out until I’ve at least TRIED to have lunch. If I sat down to eat but then got distracted by something on my phone for too long without taking a bite, he’d get upset about that, too. But I recently realized that he no longer bothers me about lunch. He’ll happily snooze through the day. I wondered why, until I remembered that a few months ago, I took some steps to address the root causes of this problem, which has resulted in me eating a proper balanced lunch consistently. He stopped reminding me because he trusts his big two-legged puppy to reliably feed herself now.

The three of us make the trip out to visit my parents for dinner about every other Saturday, always aiming to leave the house at 3:15, but lately, I keep underestimating how long it will take me to get ready and pull together everything we need to take with us, so I’ve ended up stressed and rushing out the door late. This past Saturday afternoon, after lunch, Toby was being all snuggly with me on the couch. I hadn’t planned on taking a nap, but he is very persuasive, so I dozed off without really thinking it through or setting an alarm. Meanwhile, Partner was totally engrossed in painting miniatures in the other room and did not have a timer set, either. To you, dear reader, this situation should have all the hallmarks of a looming disaster, and evidently, Toby shared that view even while asleep with his little pool-ball-sized head resting on my calf. I awoke some time later to him standing on my chest, stomping his foot, doing spins, and making those gentle little huff sounds that are not startling but will progress to loud whining if ignored. I checked my watch; 2:50PM. This dog woke me up at precisely the right moment to ensure I could get ready and leave on time without stressing—but wait, it gets better. Even after I’d gotten up, gone to the bathroom, and started to get ready, Toby still wouldn’t settle down. I tried taking him out, thinking he must need to go, but he just wanted to bark at passerby. I brought him back in, catching my partner’s attention, and we shared a laugh for how our little lying rascal woke me up right on time, after which Partner stood up from his painting and went to get dressed, too. Only then did Toby settle down. It wasn’t until we were driving home later that I figured it out: Toby did wake me up at just the right time on purpose, but he wasn’t satisfied until he saw me talk to Partner and Partner start taking steps to get ready, too.

But the funniest one, I think, was this past Sunday. As I mentioned before, most days, Partner gets up at the obscene hour of 4AM to go for a run. But on Saturday night, he told Toby that he would be getting up at 5:30 the next morning and asked him to please let him sleep in without pitching a fit. “But that’s ridiculous,” you say. “A dog can’t possibly understand the complex levels of abstraction and social construct in that sentence.” Until Sunday morning, I would have agreed with you. But I really don’t know how else to explain why Toby let Partner sleep peacefully through his usual 4AM wake up time and then insistently woke him at—I shit you not—5:29AM on the dot.

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Partner’s 5:30 alarm does not do the “gradual fade-in” thing where it actually starts making noise earlier. There is no trickery here. My only other theory is that since Partner subconsciously knew he would be getting up at 5:30, he was coming out of REM sleep just before that time, and Toby picked up on the accompanying changes in breathing/heart rate/etc as clues that it’s almost time to get up. Which, if true, is still pretty damn impressive.

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I have a new Toby The Watch-Dog story: On weekdays, I take ADHD meds twice a day. (Yes, I take instant release. Extended release is more convenient and performs better for my symptoms, but it also does dangerous things to my appetite, so instant release is the compromise.) One pill when I wake up, one just before lunch. I don’t usually have trouble remembering to take both doses, since they’re tethered to other activities and I use a pill timer. Yesterday, however, I was feeling a bit queasy after breakfast, so since my meds can also sometimes be a little rough on my stomach, I decided I’d eat a small, bland lunch and see how I felt after that before deciding whether or not to take the 2nd dose.

Toby watched me cook my lunch, sit down, and eat it without ever going back into the bedroom to take my pill. I presumably also smelled different to him, or my heart rate was lower, or whatever other combination of doggy-detectable signals would suggest I had forgotten to do the thing I always do. And he did not hesitate to let me know he had a problem with that.

Before I was even finished eating, he came and sat beside me and stared at me very intently—not like he does when he’s begging for a nibble, but like he does when he’s trying to tell me something. I asked him what was wrong, and he did his little inside-voice “woof” and spun in a circle (the cue we taught him for “I need to go outside.”) He doesn’t normally need to go in the middle of the day, but he just wouldn’t settle down, so I humored him and took him out anyway. Once we were out there, he just stared at me and kept spinning, which made no sense. I brought him back in, developed a hypothesis, and walked into the bedroom with him on my heels. Picked up the pill bottle and showed it to him. Then I pretended to take one, even washing it down with a little water, and washed my hands after like I always do. Finally, I turned to him and asked, “Happy?”

Dear reader, this seven-pound pusher blinked at me once, turned around, and trotted off to take a nap in his crate.

derinthescarletpescatarian

Vampires where blood groups matter. Drinking off an incompatible blood group makes you extremely ill. Vampires can also feed from each other, and sometimes will as a bonding or dominance thing, so they have an organically evolved blood-group-based social caste system.