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invisible-goats

Mutuals this, mutuals that

Shout out to the people I follow who didn’t want to follow me back

I respect your decision and love your work

You will never see this post

titsay

u will always be my home~

devouringyourson

young girls being weird and off-putting is the lifeblood of creativity and I'll defend creepy little girls doing weird shit to my dying breath

taproot-bread

Weighted blanket is not enough I need someone to do this to me

airlocksandaviariesarchive

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST

veliseraptor

#3) dip him in and out like an Oreo in a tall glass of sufferings milk (via @curiosity-killed)

renthony

My great-grandma is getting close to 100 and her memory is starting to go, and she can't quite remember what my chosen name is, but she knows my birth name isn't right. She puts my birth name in quotation marks to signify she knows it's not correct, and I just. I love her. I love her so fucking much.

Sometimes love is quote marks around your deadname. Sometimes love is "I don't remember everything about you, but I know you've grown and changed. My memory is fading, but I love you."

renthony

This is in my notifications again, and I just wanted everyone to know that my great-grandma celebrated her 99th birthday yesterday and is doing well! 💜

burntblueberrywaffles

isnt

tropics777

And in these next 50 years you will eat so many delicious meals, laugh so many times with so many people you love, shout and scream and sing and cry and smile so hard your face hurts. And you will see such beautiful sunsets and feel fresh cold air on your face and feel warm and safe wrapped up in your favourite winter coat.

wizard-council-bureaucrat

I wrap this blessing around you like a shroud, so that no ill can find you, and every warmth is held close

floating-goblin-deactivated2021

the unholy trinity of piss-poor caretakers, tag yourself:

tomboy, meaning "this child is clearly queer but let's hope it goes away"

sensitive, meaning "clearly neurodivergent and often distressed but let's keep going until they grow numb"

mature, meaning "traumatized but let's ignore that"

sepiascissors

quiet, meaning "has been yelled at or ignored a few too many times and now considers all attempts at communicating with others to be pointless"

self-sufficient, meaning "next to zero trust in parental figures' ability in various aspects of parenting"

lazy, meaning "depressed, but expected to preform tasks or actions without positive support or knowledge of how to do things"

calamitys-child

Plays and short fiction are about reading the single most fucked up thing you've ever encountered in 45 minutes or less and then going back to work like you didn't just meet both faces of god and satan on your lunch break

thirdecoy-deactivated20220717

fuck therapy i wanna beat the shit out of someone

samfodo

Its obvious to me when people who post about canaries in mines have never met a canary. Like yeah the miners had a special device to revive the canary because canaries are one of the most adorable creatures on the planet and they make adorable little chirping sounds and honestly probably loved the sounds of machinery and people talking so it was probably loud and friendly with the workers. Whatever though maybe meet a canary sometime and youd understand

samfodo

If you see this animal every day at work, and it sings to you during your hardest bouts of labor, you will be distraught if it dies. Even if you know this creature is meant to die in lieu of you, you still hear it when the labor is at its hardest and your muscles are struggling against the weight of your work. It is so small, smaller than your soot-stained hands and louder than the death that follows you. You dont want it to die. The same as a woman does not want her candle to run out ; she knows that is the point, its flame is meant to burn the wick and melt the wax ; but she is not indifferent to its wasting away. She may even save her favorite candle as not to burn it too quickly. Now imagine you are that woman, and there is a way to rebuild your favorite candle that you love the smell of and the way it flickers. Would she rather throw her candle out? Or would she rebuild it? That is a canary to these miners. Would you allow an animal to just die when it has been singing for you? It reminds you that it is alive, and you are too. Its stop of song signifies the lethal danger you are in. Why abandon it? Is the miners' love for a little bird really that surprising?