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@tapdancingbrain
The only reason why transphobes always ask “what is a woman” instead of “what is a man” is because we all know that a man is a featherless biped.
It’s 2023, women can have as many legs and feathers as they want- get with the times.
Behold! A woman!
this is actually HILARIOUS because both domestic rabbits and domestic cats practice dominance-related social grooming but for wildly different reasons.
if you're a rabbit, the boss rabbit is the one who gets groomed by its subordinate rabbits.
but if you're a cat... the boss cat is the one that grooms the other cats.
BOTH these idiots are going "aw yeah, it's good to be on top >:) "
I remember one time listening to spooky stories and then one was read out where a guy was talking about his experience camping. It was told dramatically and really well written.
It was all about how, once the sun was down, this weird fog appeared over the lake he was camping at. It would only stay on the lake and when it tried to roll onto the land around the lake it would disappear. He was talking about how weird it was and then once the sun rose, it dissapeared.
That story helped me understand why people come up with stories about hauntings and cryptids because when I heard it I went, "Uh, that's just the natural process of water cooling. It's steam fog."
But I imagined a dude in a tent scared for his life over some steam fog because he just...didn't understand a natural process. In his mind, the lake was supernatural. But I would've just rolled over in my sleeping bag.
I think about the guy from that story sometimes and can't help but picture him forever scared of lakes.
Withers deadass saw Orin slip into camp and take someone's place and went: "This is thy shit to deal with, for I am not provided coin for such matters."
I have a bisexual guppy and its funny as hell to watch because it seems like he’s only bi out of desperation. Like all of the female guppies are unimpressed by him, and dont accept his mating displays, and every time he fails, he goes over to a SPECIFIC male guppy (the prettiest male guppy in the tank) like PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE and that male guppy always lets him????
i would read that fanfic ngl
About my fish??
HELP?????
YEAH THIS IS SCIENTIFICALLY RECORDED
WOMEN LOVE GAYBOY
I. Love this.
Love it.
Oh my god
yes.
This is it, I found it, the funniest post on this entire godsforsaken website
I will never get over how brilliant this comic is. The artist could have just drawn a single image in response, but instead we have this masterpiece. The world doesn’t deserve @iguanamouth.
@musicaldaydreams
This has to make the @hellsite-hall-of-fame
By the void was that a twist 😆
I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between.
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COAL SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY
@irritatedlifeguard I agree with your tags.
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
Headcanon that Celine also has her own apartment in the building the HUNTR/X penthouse is in. Probably owns the damn building itself
Probably one they stayed in off and on when getting started before Celine more or less kicked them out of the nest up to their own damn place.
Comfortably decorated, great views, all the best things she needs to maintain life when she's in town.
Except Celine also knows if she wants to get any rest, or get any work done at all she needs to either not tell anyone she's in town, or book a hotel room -and if it's the latter it has to be under an alias, and not one the girls know - because Rumi has never outgrown her Velcro child tendencies, Zoey's happy to bother her for hours on end about everything that could possibly come to mind -not that Celine minds, trivia and tea about various idols from the 70s to early 2000's did get Zoey through some of the most arduous of their training-, and Mira's yet to get past the teenage need to interrupt her for petty things that absolutely don't need to be interrupted for just to see how well she can multitask.
She thought it'd get better when they grew up, but no now Rumi just takes up more room sprawling across the couch to invade her space.
Then maybe it'd get better when they realized they were in love and actually admitted it, but no now she's being badgered about her own love life, and asked things like 'most romantic place you've ever visited' by Zoey while Rumi tries to redirect the conversation and Mira pops in with random questions meant to disarm her and antagonize Rumi.
many of the horny posts on here are written as if the author knows of sex more as a theoretical framework than an act one can actually perform
what's not theoretical is how I made your mum's bed frame work last night
thank you for fixing her bed frame up. i was worried she wouldn't have a place to sleep since it stopped working. load off my mind. now i can finally spare the time to have sex with your mother
Imagine HUNTR/X doing one of those BuzzFeed puppy interviews.
Zoey just SQUEALS with pure joy the second the puppies are brought in. (And people would definitely make comps of Zoey getting distracted by the puppies the whole interview-)
There's one puppy that's just in love with Rumi and keeps staring up at and wanting to be held and pet by only her the whole interview. (Zoey and Mira can relate to this puppy. They wish they also could just stare at Rumi all day.) Rumi's so distracted by this sweet little guy that she almost misses the question asking the girls why "Takedown" was never officially released. Mira and Zoey have to come up with a believable enough excuse. (And both are of course quick to bring up that "Takedown" is not something they will ever be discussing and interviewers in the future should not ask-)
I'm watching the TWICE puppy interview as I write this and there's a puppy with stripes and it's taking me out the visual of this puppy that's in love with Rumi also having stripes as well. You know Zoey and Mira would clock that instantly.
There's another puppy that spends the whole interview just sleeping in Mira's lap. Zoey and Rumi can't stop looking over and gushing about it. On the outside, Mira's like "yeah, she's chilling with me". On the inside, she's also squeeing about it.
"Golden was prematurely released, I will admit that. Our manager actually had plans to send us to a resort, but I was just so excited from the incredible reception the world tour received that I-" Zoey squeaks dog toy obnoxiously to get one of the puppy's attention
You know Zoey made a freestyle rap for those puppies.
Two puppies start getting into a fight and Mira, while trying not to wake the puppy in her lap, puts her foot out in between them to break them up. One of them bites her boot and leaves a small tooth mark in it. "That's fine. She improved it."
So my family has a Gay Pirate Plate.
Stay with me.
We do not know how the hell the Gay Pirate Plate was first acquired. This being a point of contention is actually pretty plot-relevant; the saga of the Gay Pirate Plate began with my grandmother and her sister, who, for some ungodly reason, both BADLY wanted the Gay Pirate Plate and believed it to be rightfully theirs.
I should back up, firstly, to establish: The Gay Pirate Plate is the cheapest, tackiest, ugliest plate in existence.
It is in no way a collector’s item. It is physically impossible for it to complement anyone’s decor, because the colors in it are garish. It’s just a ceramic plate with a gay pirate painted on it, and the painting is, this cannot be emphasized enough, extremely bad.
(How do we know the pirate is gay if he’s just posing on a plate? Listen. Fully 100% to stereotype, but he is. He is gay. There’s an energy. That pirate is a flaming homosexual. That pirate has sex with men and does it frequently. That pirate is fucking gay, all right, he just is.)
Anyway. The point is that this is an extremely cheap and ugly plate with a poorly-executed painting of pirate on it who is like a nine on the Kinsey scale.
My grandmother and her sister fought a blood feud over this plate for their entire lives. It would be on the wall in my grandma’s house, and then her sister would visit, and then it would be gone. She’d visit her sister and the plate would be on the wall and her sister would pretend it had always been there. She would steal it back, hang it up, and, when her sister visited, pretend it had always been there. This continued for DECADES.
When the sister died, the Gay Pirate Plate lived triumphantly in my grandmother’s house. And then my grandmother died. And my aunt, who had lived with her and been her carer throughout her life, rightfully inherited their house.
We visit my aunt after the funeral and stay with her for a week or two.
Me, my sister, and our dad. Her brother.
The three of us look at each other. We don’t say anything. We studiously avoid making eye contact with the Gay Pirate Plate mounted proud and ugly on the wall. We notice one another studiously avoiding looking at it. We notice one another noticing. We say nothing. We come to a silent consensus. We pack up to leave. We get in the van. Our aunt comes out to say goodbye. I loudly announce I need to use the restroom before we leave. She obviously stays outside to continue talking to my dad.
I take down the Gay Pirate Plate, stuff it under my oversized sweatshirt, go outside, and get in the van. She happily waves goodbye as we drive off.
Two days later my dad gets a phone call that opens with hysterical laughter and “You FUCKING ASSHOLE did you seriously STEAL THE PLATE–”
Anyway. The gay pirate plate lives in my dad’s house currently.
But he’s trying to get me and my sister out to visit him. And plate mounts are cheap.
The rules of Gay Pirate Plate are simple by the way.
The plate must be clearly and openly displayed in a place of great prominence whenever it is in your possession. When it is not in your possession, the display piece must remain in place. This is where you would put your gay pirate plate, IF YOU HAD ONE.
No active steps may be taken to prevent the theft of the Gay Pirate Plate. That goes against the spirit of the game, as does attempting to hide it.
The plate MUST be stolen and cannot be gifted or removed with permission. Should you witness attempted theft of the Gay Pirate Plate you are required to intervene and return it to its place.
Every time your sibling successfully absconds with the Gay Pirate Plate, you must respond with indignant fury, as if you have not also repeatedly and blatantly stolen the Gay Pirate Plate.
WOE
PLATE BE UPON YE
STATUS UPDATE
I texted this image to my family at around 2am their time last night and woke up to appropriately indignant messages about theft, betrayal, etc.
nothing could have prepared me for how gay the gay pirate plate was
You're laughing. She's lost in the supermarket and you're laughing...
nothing online is ever truly deleted. except that one fucking thing you're looking for
december 2nd?? what the fuck. what’s next? december 3rd?? a 4th of december???? give me a fucking break.
and what’s after the 4th? the 5th??? the minor fall, the major lift????? the baffled king composing hallelujah???????