oh man the painting on this drawing is insa- fuck do you mean #minecraft build
the specific build in question btw
I looked up some of the artist's other builds and they're all just absolutely incredible

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oh man the painting on this drawing is insa- fuck do you mean #minecraft build
the specific build in question btw
I looked up some of the artist's other builds and they're all just absolutely incredible
AITA for giving my housemate gender dysphoria?
I (32F) recently got a gig as a live in housekeeper for a haunted mansion. I'm like 85% sure the job posting was a scam to try and feed me to the house in order to stave off its eternal hunger for another decade or so. But it pays alright and I don't have to pay rent as long as I'm living here.
One of the ghosts (~250M(?)) possessed my body a few nights ago, but instead of, I don't know, making me climb onto a blaustrade or something, he got real quiet. I don't think he ever possessed a trans woman before and he just kinda spent the whole night staring at my hrt pill bottles.
Since then, he's still been wandering the halls at the stroke of midnight, shattering all the mirrors that mysteriously regenerate by morning, but it seems like his heart hasn't been in it.
(Are the mirrors symbolic of something???)
He (she?) is definitely going through some shit. I don't *think* I did anything wrong, considering he was the one who possessed me, but I still feel really bad about it.
I watch the flames reach higher and higher into the night.
I've never seen a haunted house die before. I half expect the whole house to implode or something, that'd be neat.
But it doesn't.
I guess the flames are blazing a little more hungrily than they should given the thunderstorm that is currently drenching me.
I have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Well... not really, I'm relieved that this stupid house isn't going to be trying to kill me any more. I'm not looking forward to starting parallel apartment and job hunts tomorrow. I guess I kinda feel bad to see it burn for Minerva's sake (it's a working name, she still hasn't quite settled on any, but I can't just go around calling her "the ghost" now, can I?).
I'm not actually sure how she's feeling about this. It was her house, both living and dead, so there's a ton of baggage there. Maybe she's in shock. Maybe she's afraid of what happens next.
I don't know. I'm not afraid. I'm mostly tired. As far as I can tell, our little plan worked, so that's good.
I pull my eyes away from the house and squelch through the muddy lawn to my car. I pull the door closed behind me with a sigh and sit heavily.
I glance in the mirror where my face looks back at me with eyes that are the wrong color. That's going to take some getting used to...
"You okay?"
My reflection nods. She isn't okay, but that's expected.
I pat my own leg reassuringly.
She's free now. This whole shitty misadventure was worth it just to have had the opportunity to meet her and get her out of that place.
"I'm going to start the car now, and we're going to find a motel. You're going to see a lot of unfamiliar shit. Don't freak out. Just let me drive, okay?"
Two Weeks Earlier
I open the door at 12:05 AM.
This is probably incredibly stupid of me.
Like... when I got possessed this weekend, it was just a dumb mistake on my part. This right now, this is intentional. I could be opening myself up to all manner of horrors here. I'm not a medium by any stretch of the imagination, nor have I ever claimed to be a genius.
I have no fucking idea what I'm doing.
But... I'm doing it anyway.
So here we are.
The good thing about ghosts (at least so far as I've read and observed since moving in) it's they're incredibly predictable in their movements. Like there's this incredibly strict schedule that they follow, like they're stuck in a time loop and they don't even know it.
(That's where I fucked up this weekend, snuck out of my room to pee and totally missed that these ghosts predate daylight savings time and have zero concept of spring forward)
Midnight came and went.
Like clockwork comes the sound of glass breaking.
Crash. Crash. Crash.
She makes her way through the house right on schedule.
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I sat down outside to hang out, and Bug jumped up to get some love (and a break from the children)
oh no
Can you believe this child
no respect at all
oh well, can still get pets and love
Hey can you guys reblog Cheeseburger so he can take a sunbeam nap on lots of blogs. No other reason I just want you guys to see him.
So, Cheeseburger died on November 21st after an unfairly short battle with an unfairly rare cancer that is rarely seen in cats. I only got to spend a month with him after his diagnosis, and losing him has been the greatest heartbreak of my entire life so far. He was my best friend and my soul cat, and he was there for me when I was completely alone, for twelve long years.
I made this transparent PNG the night he died in preparation for one of the many ways I was going to memorialize him--a surface rug in his likeness that I planned on laying directly in the line of his favourite sunbeam. And I uploaded that PNG here, because this is the website where people post their cats.
I was not expecting the reception I got. Many people have pointed out that this post has more reblogs than likes, and how insane that is in 2025 when reblog culture is at an all time low. I didn't even talk about the fact that Burger passed away in the original post, it wasn't a tearjerker reblog bait or anything like that. People just loved Burger that much, in the same way I fell in love with him at first sight. He was such an ugly kitten.
Anyways, it's really special to me that so many people have reblogged my best friend. I made this PNG to memorialize him in a completely different way, and you all wound up doing just that in ways I never even imagined.
Thank you. Wherever he is, I know the sun is shining.
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I’m sure this will get buried but for the sake of answering all your FAQs
- they’re Opawz pet specific dyes. Non toxic made specifically for dogs. Once they’re set and rinsed they can groom themselves normally, they pose no danger to her in any way, no fumes, there’s no bleach involved
- my dog is trained with cooperative care skills, the process is not stressful for her, she gets paid heavily for her cooperation and looks forwards to the opportunity to earn extra snacks with the grooming
- she’s a mini American shepherd, her name is Yoshi
For anyone wondering, the PhD student's name is Myra Cheng.
Here's a link to an article about the study from the Stanford Report: link.
Across three preregistered studies, participants interacting with sycophantic AI became more convinced of their own rightness and less willing to repair relationships. Yet at the same time, participants rated sycophantic AI models as higher quality, more trustworthy, and more desirable for future use, which may explain why this behavior has persisted despite its harmful impacts.
Myra Cheng et al. "Sycophantic AI decreases prosocial intentions and promotes dependence." Science 391, eaec8352 (2026).
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and if i say that aang and katara's romance overshadowed aang and katara's relationship, would that make any sense to anyone other than me?
people are so used to viewing this show solely through a shipping lens (a flaw that is almost entirely the fault of the creators) that it hardly leaves space for examining the frankly incredible katara-aang interpersonal dynamic. like, for katara, aang is almost akin to a god. especially in the beginning, for her he symbolizes hope and love and admiration and he is almost larger-than-life. a child and a god. she will protect him and rely on him because through him suddenly, suddenly there's a chance that maybe her mother's sacrifice wasn't for nothing. maybe if she can help aang, love aang, then kya dying was worth it. and for aang, too, katara is his whole world. sokka too, of course, but katara's are the first eyes he saw when he woke up a hundred years after everyone he loved had vanished. it's her that keeps him grounded when he's overwhelmed with grief that he doesn't even know how to begin to process, because it's almost impossible for a child's mind to comprehend the scale of loss he's experienced. he loses his family, and she becomes his whole world. yes, he is saving the world for the sake of the world, but really he's saving the world for katara.
idk. upon rewatch, it's almost like love isn't really enough to capture what these two have going on. it's sheer devotion. it's a strange amalgamation of worship and adoration and mutual deification. it's fucking fascinating and regardless of whether you ship them romantically personally i don't, really , the relationship is so so profound. the depth of their love for each other is really on another level.
romance is secondary to what katara and aang have. they're each other's person first.
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"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
Last year I finally had an excuse to illustrate this simple little Tumblr story I've had bookmarked forever for class.
I hope you like it :]
I'm convinced Cas and Dean started their movie nights in season 4.
His infamous line of "Yeah well, we're making it up as we go" was just paraphrasing Indiana Jones in Raiders to impress Dean
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following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting
once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and that’s ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business
I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
hell you may even like it
following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting
once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and that’s ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business
I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
hell you may even like it
who let biologists play dnd
im glad the team that does the subtitles are having a good time
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I would die for Tessa. I would find her 200 toothbrushes.
So it looks like Tessa has been using these veggietales toothbrushes for ages, but has misplaced the stash.
i hate dogs with blue eyes. why is fucking jeff the killer at my back door
Do you need something.
before this starts getting notes i have to add that this is not my dog. i dont know how he got in my backyard
someone made a terrible youtube video searching for the source of this dog picture like it's lost media and he on-screen scrolls by a live tumblr link to this post before claiming i deleted my account, pulling up a wayback machine archived page, and then lying about contacting my ex boyfriend for more information