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This is actually, non-ironically, a great way of asking about benefits and company culture without asking about those things directly.
me when i get my student loan
this is the money cat. reblog in 30 seconds and you will find yourself with more wealth
#this is the only money cat i will reblog because itās actually doing the manekineko pose151,646 notes (via lolwhutninja)
OMG YOUāRE RIGHT
and it has its right paw up! the correct paw for this. and from the markings on its ears, it looks like it might be a calico cat. which is the luckiest kind!
extremely lucky cat
I donāt even care if it actually works, Iām mostly reblogging because itās freaking adorable.
cute cat and need money, good post, 10/10
in case anyones interested in the other versions
http://www.namaii.com/manekineko/maneki-neko-types.html
Yāknow I reblogged this a bit ago and was saved from financial probation and getting kicked out of school because of it, just mere months from graduation. Got a call from the financial aid advisor telling me that they made a mistake with filing my account (or some other sort of clerical error) and said that, basically, they owe me money. Welp.
Last time I reblogged the money cat, I won two $100 gift cards at work.
Save me, money cat
Just imagine a world full of beautiful stained glass windows which also generate electricityā¦
[Oxford Photovoltaics]
the fact that hamilton, which is arguably one of the biggest pieces of media in the past decade, is getting a professional release is a big deal. this is a huge step for making theatre more accessible for everyone.
like, for $10 (the average price of a movie ticket) you could watch the proshot of hamilton, with the original broadway cast. you could see the original broadway cast of hamilton for $10 dollars. youāre literally paying a hamilton to see hamilton. and you donāt need to worry about sitting in a rear mezzanine seat or having an obstructed view, since itās a proshot.
and, since disney is producing it, theyāll most likely release it on DVD or on disney+ in the future. this is a huge step forward in making accessible theatre. you could watch hamilton multiple times a week (or multiple times a day!) for a low price.
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Plants are just like⦠Too much sun. Not enough sun. Ground too wet. Ground too dry. The pH balance is wrong. Thereās not enough drainage. I donāt like terracotta. Feed me. Stop feeding me. God was killed here. I do not vibe with this soil.
I love genuinely innocent āboys will be boys.ā Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans theyād left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going āYOOOOOOOOOOā
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.Ā Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.Ā I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.Ā I stood there, right in front of the front door.Ā This was a novel experience for me.Ā Iād never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.Ā
āI lost my keys in here last night,ā I called back.Ā Ā āI was seeing if I could go in and look for them?ā
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
āGo wherever you want.ā
Iād never seen a frat house post-party before.Ā Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.Ā A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.Ā Iām sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
āDo you like dog movies?ā he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.Ā I told him I was looking for my keys.
āSorry, I havenāt seen any keys around here.ā
I didnāt doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed.Ā Iād searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.Ā Iād given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommatesā forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
āYou need help with something?ā
āI lost my keys here last night and I canāt find them, Iāve looked everywhere.ā
āWhat do they look like?Ā Iāll put it into the group chat.āĀ He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.Ā It was worth a shot.Ā Ā āUm, itās just a ring of keys.Ā The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.Ā Like bright pink, you canāt miss it.ā
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
āAlright, I sent the message out.Ā Good luck.ā
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.Ā It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.Ā One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
āSomeone tell the girl!ā One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.Ā āGirl!Ā Hey, GIRL!!!Ā Ā We found your keys, girl!!!ā
They circled around me.Ā I hadnāt felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.Ā One of them split himself off from the crowd.
āAre theseĀ -ā he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, āyour keys?ā
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
āYes,ā I whispered.Ā Ā āOh my god, yes.ā
āEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!ā
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.Ā I thanked them again profusely.Ā There was a scattered round ofĀ āno problemsā and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
I think the best āBoys will be boysā situations are when they all collectively share one brain cell over the most simple of tasks
Incredibles 2 (2018) dir. Brad Bird
Incredibles 2 did not have to go this hard but it did
They really just went and DID THAT
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they did all of that
Bugs Bunny accidentally transformed the word nimrod into a synonym for idiot because nobody got a joke where he sarcastically compared Elmer Fudd to the Biblical figure Nimrod, a mighty hunter.
Etymology is ridiculous and terrifying sometimes
Bugs Bunny is more powerful than God
He also solidified the idea of rabbits loving carrots when carrots actually carry very little nutritional value for rabbits. The funniest part of that is that the original joke was a reference to a Clark Gable film where Gable munches on a carrot, it was never meant to imply that rabbits love carrots. The Clark Gable reference wouldāve been obvious to audiences in the 40s but it has been pretty much lost to time.
Bugs Bunny has too much power and should be feared.
what a breakthrough
Wind is windy as hell
Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying āYou fucking moron.ā and tbh same
Me: I think I donāt exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didnāt, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when Iām dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any āsaneā person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: Youāre just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: Thatās a start!
Me: I guess heās still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, heās not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because thatās my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because youāre way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I donāt need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh thatās nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: Itās wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: Iām sorry, itās all my fault, Iām so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*Ā
Me:Ā
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: Thatās the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.Ā
Therapist: Are you sure youāre not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, youāre not forcing yourself for the others! And youāre doing something you want! Iām proud of you!
Me: Youāre more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: Thatās not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someoneās else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as āTherapist dadā.
Heās aware of it and think itās hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but Iām full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed.Ā You know, you should turn that anger intoĀ indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you donāt offer them things all the time. You donāt have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why donāt you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? āHey JoĆ«l wassup, Iāve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.ā ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: Youāre as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, yāknow.
Me, heavily dissociating: I donāt exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: Iām broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didnāt see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friendās who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didnāt know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Townās short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: Iām sorry Iām going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; Whatās up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: Iām gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesnāt do much on me and I must admit Iām kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing
Heās doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one
I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL
Itās really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg
Always reblog Jerome.
Is he now aware of his fame?
After months, he is, and he just told me āHaha, this is funny. Iām happy itās helping people!ā
I think he doesnāt realize that heās known *worldwide*
I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!
University: I have made a graduate.
Student Counsellor: Youāve ruined a perfectly good young adult, is what youāve done. Look at it. Itās got anxiety.
So thereās this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And Iām sitting there sweating because like⦠Iām wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and heās the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say āI can and will kill youā. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes,Ā āSo. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?ā
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went,Ā āYou get it.ā
I said,Ā āYep.ā He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if sheās gay. I told him he should ask her because thatās not my place and he said he would.
I thought that would be the end of it.
Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (sheās bi) and that both of us have a shot. I saidĀ āYou more than me.ā because heās attractive and popular.Ā
But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked,Ā āBecause Iām tall?ā
So this isnāt lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-
My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said āThis would be easier with a wrenchā
And deadass, dudebro said āHang onā and then proceeded to pull a fucking wrench out of his backpack
Update- after school today he saw me in the library and he didnāt say anything? He just pointed at the book he was holding and I gave him a thumbs up because itās a pretty good book, and he went āYes!ā Really quiet and pumped his fist and then left
Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went ācool I think Iām having oneā
And I was like what the fuck Colin weāre in the middle of Tech class sit down and we went out in the hall and sat there for a while and he told me about the test heās stressed about so we kind of went over his study guide and when he was feeling better he kind of like⦠smacked his head against mine gently? And I helped him up even though heās almost a foot taller than me and yeah
Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I donāt have that many) and fistbumped me and said, āYou always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?ā
And honestly yāall, I wouldāve started crying if he hadnāt sneezed and accidentally smacked me
Thought you guys would want to know-
Gray is me, white is Colin. Weāre idiots
just saw bindi irwin got engaged and apparently her fiance is american. sheās 21 and theyāve been dating for 6 years. I wonder if his family lives in aus/works in conservation because imagine just being a random 15-year-old tourist at the zoo and having a meet cute with steve irwinās daughter lolĀ
apparently thatās exactly how they met. bindi just happened to be giving tours the day his family visited. love is unreal. how is this not a teen romcom yet
It gets better. Terri is also American and met Steve Irwin the same way, by chance at the Australia Zoo, in 1991. Terri was devastated when he immediately offered to introduce her to his girlfriend Sue, until Steve called Sue over and a dog came bounding up.
Multi-generational love at first sight.
My favorite part of the story of how Steve and Terri met is that it was literally love at first sight. He saw her in a crowd and froze. Which was a bad thing, because he was sort of wrestling a crocodile at the time.
Aussie fairy tale
Well imagine it from Terriās perspective. She sees a guy wrestling a whole-ass crocodile for funsies and just immediately goes āHIMā
the DELIVERY
Shakespeare would write this