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can someone please explain to me why we queers are not shouting from the rooftops about Vico Ortiz, Latine nonbinary icon and literal drag king irl who plays Jim in our flag means death? because DAMN
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youre nb but you call yourself a bitch (bitch is a FEMALE dog btw) why???
i am on the FLOOR
bitch and bastard are GENDERED terms and thus you must use the neutral: bitchard
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This feels like a video game animal interaction
Something about this video is extremely soothing
imagine you are fifteen years old taking your little sister to the grocery store because your dad is busy and your grandmother is old and you need food. as you turn a corner you accidentally ram your shopping cart into God with a capital G and he promises to show you the world you’ve never seen from inside the ten square miles of your hometown in exchange for your company. you hate the risk but your demigod sister has untapped potential and an unrelenting determination to get ghost, so you follow God with a capital G through heaven and hell and back. God with a capital G is twelve and wiser than even your grandmother and treats everything like a game and he’s your brother now and suddenly you would (and have and will) kill and die for him. your first love becomes a different god and you add her name to the list of things (your childhood, your vulnerability, your parents, your safety) you don’t have the time to grieve right now (or ever) and you become a man on foreign soil and your dad isn’t there to see it. you are fifteen and God with a capital G’s best friend and your little sister– sisters, now– are the most powerful demigods on the planet and you are the only one keeping three divine tweens focused on saving the world and you are still not allowed to say fuck.
i’m not proud of how long it took me to figure out that this was talking about ATLA
absolutely OBSESSED with this ancient roman mosaic of a basket of snails
snasket…..
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Inspired by the amazing Hallelujah video, I have created… this.
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ONLY SOME OF THEM ARE CUTE OTHERS ARE GOING TO EAT YOUR SOUL FOR TEA
No, no, that type is also cute.
I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.
Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.
At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.
One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.
That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days
freshly squeezed…
this entered my head and wouldnt leave. pre-slicing
based off of venus girdle comb jellies (lineart was kinda chaotic/ended up not using much of the see through bits but it was fun)
You are a genetic researcher who has come across a universal truth. The DNA in all living creatures are attempts to build a single design. Viruses and phages have been stopping this process intentionally, resulting in different species. You now know what that design is and can complete it.
As suspected, we all remember that there is one step, and it is crab
Sideways! To progress!
I personally wanna see less 'you are not a burden/it's not work to love you' and more 'you are worth the work it takes to love you.' I KNOW I'm a burden sometimes. that isn't such a terrible thing! humans are strong. we can carry burdens. and it is work for me to be there for my friends, but it's work I'm willing to do.
we need to acknowledge this because pretending love isn't work will never make people like me feel less guilty for accepting love. we need to talk about it so people don't feel bad for having boundaries and not always being up to do the work. we need to accept it so we can properly appreciate what others do for us and what we're doing for them.
yes it does take work to love you. but guess what? you still deserve love, and you deserve people who are willing to do the work to love you. it doesn't make you bad. all love take work. and everyone is worth it.
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ouch! good news is he’s probably fine since snail slime repels any sort of microdamage and upper tentacles mostly aid in vision which is not something snails really use…….
whats the bad news pal
he no like water on his eyeball
so, i live on the fourth floor of an apartment building that faces a fairly busy street; it’s on a hill so car noises are pretty regular over the course of the day. because i’m high above the street, you obviously can’t see the cars unless you look out the window, right? but sometimes the sun reflects off the car roofs or whatever, and so there’ll be a light on my ceiling as a car passes by.
so my cat? whenever he hears a loud engine, day or night, he looks at my ceiling. even if there is no refraction going on. to him, those are the sounds of light on the ceiling. sometimes the light appears and there is a loud noise. it’s 8pm and a truck just passed and he watched the ceiling as the car moved past my windows – no reflection this time of night, but trucks are ceiling creatures and i just think that’s such a like – it’s a good correlation, buddy!! you figured it out!! you’re wrong but you’re so smart!!
this is NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING FROM THIS POST but anyway here’s my cat stalking trucks (on the ceiling)