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luxiomahariel

beardedmrbean

theman

I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF

tattooedzombigirl

This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.

secondlina

Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.

sinksanksockie2

w-what if potato is actually lucky

#Kind of need some good luck right about now #Shooting my shot

egberts

"forgor" did irreversible damage didn't it

aftertheacidrain

fuck i love not being a mother

jessaerys

ao3 → filters → exclude → alternate universe (modern setting)

werewolf-transgenderism

I literally CANNOT read the words "supine" or "prone" in anything without thinking about that post that's like "supine is when you lay on your s(u)pine and prone is when you lay on your pronis"

asterrisms

as a pink lover. The ""universal""" hatred of the color pink by young girls is due to the heavy expectation of femininity forced on them. It is an expression of frustration at gender roles. It is not internalized misogyny. No you will not inevitably start liking pink as an adult and if you do that is not healing your inner divine feminine or whatever we're saying now. Its a color. 😁👍

#Like many I absolutely despised pink as a child for the exact reasons OP describes. But as an adult I love it simply because its pretty #and I dont give a damn about no deeper reason. simple as

innerchildabortionclinic

old people are right about werther's originals btw

pukicho

Handled raw chicken. Now I can't touch anything ever again until I forget that I did that.

allthingswhumpyandangsty

ao3 turns 16 today.

reblog if you’re older than archive of our own

cursed-and-haunted

I know this is going to make me sound pretensions but I have to get it off my chest. I feel an unimaginable rage when someone posts a photo and is like "this picture looks like a renaissance painting lol" when the photo clearly has the lighting, colors and composition of a baroque or romantic painting. There are differences in these styles and those differences are important and labeling every "classical" looking painting as renaissance is annoying and upsetting to me. And anytime I come across one of those posts I have to put down my phone and go take a walk because they make me so mad

cursed-and-haunted

In case you're curious here's what I mean.

Renaissance(distinct lines, stability and the individual man):

Baroque (bold, chaotic, dramatic):

Romantic(romanticize the simple hard working life):

Do you see the difference?

gabyluvsxena

this post has re-wired my brain in the best way

tli-burn

does anyone remember how in twilight princess you get turned into a dog and wake up chained underground and meet a girl who teases you and calls you obedient and sits on you and hurts you and says you have to do whatever she says?

snogfairy

Dr. John Watson describing an active crime scene for the newspaper: my beautiful friend Sherlock Holmes sat with a quizzical brow upon the settee and the light coming in from the window illuminated his dark, intense eyes. oh and there was a dead body also

borderlinereminders

The other day, I asked my partner, “What are you doing?”

Simple question, right?

Except… he suddenly got defensive. His tone changed. I could feel tension building, and I had no idea why. So I took a breath and asked, “Wait, what did you hear me say?”

He paused, thought about it, and said, “I thought you meant ‘Why aren’t you doing anything?’ Like you were mad I was being lazy.”

But that wasn’t what I meant at all. I’d genuinely just been curious.

And that moment reminded me how easily things can go sideways when we assume intent. Our brains, especially when we’ve had messy pasts, trauma, or relationship anxiety, tend to fill in the blanks with the worst possible meaning.

But that one question, “What did you hear me say?”, turned what could’ve been an argument into understanding.

It gave both of us a chance to clarify before our brains made up a story that wasn’t true. I was able to explain, and he was able to listen. Understanding what I meant changed his tension entirely.

Sometimes the fight isn’t about what was said. It’s about what was heard.

“What did you hear me say?” can defuse a storm before it starts.