As the soldier lay dying, cradled in his best friend's arms, his last whispered words were, "I'm scared, I want my mama."
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As the soldier lay dying, cradled in his best friend's arms, his last whispered words were, "I'm scared, I want my mama."
me, the motherfucker with over 50 abandoned works in progress: i have an idea
If I came to possess obscene amounts of money, like Bezos kind of money, I would start solving hunger, housing, and education problems, cuz I have a conscience and the means to solve those issues.
Then, cuz I'm not entirely a saint, I'd commission artists and writers to create humiliating/embarrassing works involving the crooks holding the world hostage, and sponsor it to be the top google search.
"Did you mean: Elon Musk furry inflation chastity tickling bondage?"
"Did you mean: Mark Zuckerberg x Donald Trump/Netanyahu/Kash Patel mpreg harem?"
And I'd have lawyers on standby to defend these artists' free expression, protected by the First Amendment
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to throw up and try to forget I came up with those search results 🤢
Something that pisses me off is the steady downhill trend of media and advertising. Constant bombardment with "take this medicine", "buy this", "buy that". All it does is wear me and others down, ensuring that I *won't* buy this or that, simply out of spite if nothing else.
And it's everywhere- YouTube, Facebook, twitter, tiktok, TV, *everywhere*. Exhausting bullshit, actively making the experience worse.
"But, but, what about the shareholders?" I hear you ask. What aBOUT them?! Know what they can all collectively shareholding? Multiple loads of spunk in their mouths, while the others wait their turn like baby birds.
I'm drunk and tired. Turn the tables or start flipping them
Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
Reblog if you're okay with people coming into your DMs with the "you seem really odd and your blog intrigues me, do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters"
After reading a comment on a TikTok about a cat watching How the Grinch Stole Christmas, I decided to write a little story about it. Hopefully somebody likes it
Christmas Cat, Part 1
The colors and words held no bearing to the black-and-white cat lounging in the miniature armchair next to the couch, but the patterns, the sounds, the memories were something else entirely. CareBear had watched this movie at least three times in as many days leading up to the holiday called Christmas. The humans had wondered his fascination with the cartoon, ultimately giving a good-natured roll of their eyes, calling it a quirk, or him an ‘odd kitty’. They meant well, but knew nothing. And as the Whos merrily prepared for their holiday, CareBear closed his eyes and let his mind wander to days gone by…
12 years ago
Marie Elizabeth Waller was five years old when she asked for a cat for Christmas. Her parents gave sneaky “we'll see what Santa brings” responses, until Christmas morning, when they brought out a beautifully-wrapped box that they'd sealed only minutes before. Marie had squealed with happiness as she tore away the wrapping paper and opened the lid to reveal the yet-unnamed CareBear. Lifting him from the box, she had cuddled him and planted kisses on his head. He had returned the gesture by nuzzling against her cheek and purring loudly. When asked what his name would be, she proudly proclaimed, “CareBear!”, inspired by a small heart-shaped spot on the cat's nose. Her parents humored her, calling it a good name, and watching with warm hearts as Marie and CareBear sat by the evergreen tree, decked in all manner of baubles and lights, while festive music played on a nearby radio.
From that day forward, the pair were nearly inseparable. Where one would go, the other wasn't far behind. Marie loved CareBear, and CareBear loved Marie. They played together, slept together, Marie even insisted the cat have a chair next to her during noon snack time. The only time CareBear really fussed was when the guardian called Mommy insisted that he needed a bath, telling Marie “he's getting stinky.” Offended, he'd immediately wriggled out of her grasp and hid under the couch. Only his Marie could coax him out and convince him to let Mommy wash him. She knelt by the tub, talking to him as he begrudgingly accepted the bathing.
Then one day, Marie had to leave, to go to ‘School’. As he watched from the window, Marie trudged through the snow with Mommy to wait for the Bus. Marie stepped inside the yellow thing, and it rumbled away down the street. Mommy told him that his Marie would be back, and so he sat to wait, keeping watchful vigil for his human. The cursed birds flitted about, the damnable squirrels scampered, and even the wretched dog across the street frolicked in the snow, but CareBear would not be deterred or distracted.
When he heard the rumble of the approaching Bus, he leapt from the windowsill, scrambling down the hall to meet Marie at the door, chattering and meowing happily as she came back to him. And so it went every day- Marie would go to School, and CareBear would wait until she returned. Mommy and Daddy shook their heads and murmured between themselves, saying they'd never seen such a loyal cat.
The months rolled by, the years passed, and CareBear was as faithful as ever to his Marie as she slowly grew up. However, one thing remained constant. Every Christmas, Marie would pull him into her lap and watch movies, especially one called “How The Grinch Stole Christmas”. It was a ‘cartoon’ with drawn brightly-colored animations and happy music. It meant nothing to the cat, the words and actions of the curmudgeonly Grinch and the jubilant Whos were just sounds. What held meaning though, was the time with Marie. She cuddled him close, petting him and scratching behind his ears. She'd kiss the top of his head and whisper “Merry Christmas, CareBear". And he'd close his eyes and purr contentedly.
Then came the night of the fire.
Reblog and put in the tags your top three favorite flowers.
Sitting idle at work (not by choice) so I have some time to think and I came up with something.
After seeing the MLP episode "Testing 1 2 3" and learning that Rainbow Dash learns visually while flying presents something interesting- the fact that, to my knowledge, Rarity doesn't ask Dash for gossip around town. During a girls' day or Save Equestria trip, she doesn't ask "So... anything interesting going on around town?" And Dash could feed her what she saw, things like "Oh, Carrot Top and Golden Harvest were arguing about (insert reason), somepony's moving into the house next to town hall, Big Mac is building a gazebo for Lyra and Bon-Bon, and you should think about getting ear plugs because I saw the Crusaders with an electric guitar and drums."
Just a thought, any fanfic writers wanna jump on that, feel free
Working on a story and I'm a little conflicted-
Currently stuck between wanting to keep it hush-hush and not even breathe a word to anyone until it's ready, and wanting to gush excitedly with Pinkie Pie-like enthusiasm about every little detail
To all my writer friends who are on the struggle bus/suffering from writer's block/just dealing with life stuff right now!
WRITER - ASK GAME - ANIMAL
🐵 - What's the weirdest thing you've written and why did you write it?
🐶 - Who knows the most about your writing/stories?
🐺 - Do you prefer crrating heroic characters or villainous characters?
🦊 - What is your dumbest piece of writing advice?
🦝 - Would you get along with your fave original character if there were real?
🐱 - Which piece of writing advice do you always ignore?
🦁 - Are you a better writer than most?
🐴 - Fantasy or Sci-Fi?
🐷 - What's the grossest scene you've ever written?
🦄 - Soft magic or hard magic systems?
🐭 - Does your family know much about your writing?
🦔 - Do you write fanfiction?
🐥 - When did you start writing?
🐸 - What time of day do you write?
🦀 - Do you enjoy torturing your ocs?
🐞 - Do you have any writing lucky charms or superstitions?
🪱 - What is your dumbest piece of writing advice that actually works?
🐌 - Slow or quick writer?
🐠 - Do you enjoy killing characters?
🐬 - What is your goal?
Want an ask about your writing and characters? No problem! Reblog this post with an emoji for a corresponding mystery question in your inbox!
🌦 Clouds
🌳 Tree
🦋 Butterfly
(accepting requests until April 30th, 2025)
Hard to choose which one, but I think I'll go with 🌦️ Clouds
Up, up, up went the fisherman's eyes, staring back at the disgruntled orca merman towering over him, both hands planted on the wooden dock.
"I believe this is yours," he said humorlessly, pointing to the fishing hook hanging from his lip.
The fisherman reached in his tackle box and grabbed his pliers, cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. "Um, oops?" he chuckled sheepishly
Inspired by a microfiction I saw at some point-
Two knights arrive at the giant's home from different directions.
"Stand aside," barks the first knight, grabbing his sword. "I'm about to earn the title 'Giant-slayer'."
"Very well," says the second, readying his own sword. "Then I'll be known as the man who killed the Giant Slayer."
"What?"
"Because that's my wife!"
Y'know, for all the gallivanting across time and space that The Doctor does, they sure seem to end up in places proportionally-sized. You mean to tell me that the TARDIS *never* ended up someplace out-of-scale? There's never been someone that said "hey, what's this little blue box doing on my model train set? Where'd it come from?" or "Ahh! A giant blue box showed up outside of town! It's the end times!"
In other news, these THC gummies are great
I’m literally watching dr who right now are you watching me?? 😭
🎵 Somebody's watching me~🎵
Y'know, for all the gallivanting across time and space that The Doctor does, they sure seem to end up in places proportionally-sized. You mean to tell me that the TARDIS *never* ended up someplace out-of-scale? There's never been someone that said "hey, what's this little blue box doing on my model train set? Where'd it come from?" or "Ahh! A giant blue box showed up outside of town! It's the end times!"
In other news, these THC gummies are great
Been thinking thoughts at work, and here's one I had recently-
Get the guys from Jackass and send them to DC. Anytime Mango Mussolini and/or Elongated Muskrat do something dumb/illegal/not in the interest of the people, one of the guys pop up with a foam bat and pop them in the nuts/face, or do something else embarrassing/humiliating. Pay-per-view that shit.
National debt sorted.