Uttered the old wise woman. However, I could not understand her.
She was speaking in tongs.

Uttered the old wise woman. However, I could not understand her.
She was speaking in tongs.
Uttered the old wise woman. However, I could not understand her.
She was speaking in tongs.
Streaming companies are the landlords of media. You will rent in perpetuity, and never actually own anything.
1. Download Firefox
2. Add the following extensions: uBlock Origin, AdBlocker Ultimate, Privacy Badger, Privacy Possum, minerBlock (ClearURLs and Don’t track me Google also recommended but not necessary for this)
3. Go forth brave soldier
you're a stupid fucking anti-sjw lol. This blog is stupid. I hate you crackers white people SUCK go suck a dick.
looks like I triggered more sjws. Keep sending these asks they only fuel my logic.
Never forget the guy who didn’t remember to hit anon before sending himself hate mail
Love that we’re still dragging the poor fuckers corpse around years later so no one ever forgets their shameful mistake lol
[🦇 / aug 2022]
commission for vespidazed, for and featuring the rhias!
[image ID: fullbody illustration of an anthro leafeon (morgan, he/him, on the left) and espeon (zeno, he/him, on the right) sitting on a couch together. morgan is dressed in a sweatervest and dress pants with his hair tied back into a braid. zeno wears dark colors and casual punk clothes with a long sleeved black and white striped shirt, a black shirt on top, and grey jeans with rips and tears. morgan looks at zeno with a wobbly lovestruck smile, as zeno gestures towards the air and is lost in thought, discussing advanced mathematical terms. above morgan is a text box that reads "understands none of this", pointing to him. a few green hearts trail from his direction. /end ID]
THE RHIAS <3
person jokingly talking about really wanting to be a cat and me trying to casually introduce the idea of a therian
Think about how much you love the little gay people in your phone. It's nice right?
You are the little gay person in someone else's phone. Peace and love ect.
im also a little gay person in someones phone?
You're now a little gay person in my phone!
Think about how much you love the little gay people in your phone. It's nice right?
You are the little gay person in someone else's phone. Peace and love ect.
im also a little gay person in someones phone?
When I think about American attitudes to parenting there's something that always comes to mind, but I don't know whether it's a real thing. All my life in American films and TV I've heard child characters addressing their dads as "sir" or being told off for not doing so.
Is that really a commonplace thing in American families, or is it just a shorthand way of showing that the character is a shitty dad?
There's still time to increase the sample size!
Reading a thing about rabbits vs hares ( @gallusrostromegalus‘s conversation) and I kept coming back to the forest. Back in the day of the 80s and 90s my family moved a lot from farm to farm while my father worked a job in a nearby city. For eight years we lived in Lanark County, Ontario. There is a reason, I believe, so much of Charles DeLint’s early work is centred there. Let’s just say… mushroom rings? Don’t step inside. But across the road from where my family lived was a large lot that had been a farm with a house and everything, converted into a pine farm. Trees in rows. Rust coloured needles covering the ground, giving the interior a look of a floor with endless pillars. Already, you see, you know things feel weird. The first tree in the forest was a massive maple sitting at the edge of one of lots of trees. Big twisting, writhing limbs with leaves and bark you could lose a hand in. Only. Every spring when I walked by it would be filled with green and… clicking. I was told later it’s not common or something but someone needs to go find that tree and tell all the porcupines in it that they’re unusual. Because like spikey rattling fruit of owies and musk, they filled that tree. Silence but the sound of their quills (which at sufficient numbers is just… eerie as all hell). They’d watch you. Fill a tree and watch you. I once counted to twenty before I stopped. I don’t even know where they came from or where they went. But apparently porcupines grow on trees. And then there was The Tree. As I said in monocultures like a planted pine forest there’s a kind of weird sense that you know This Isn’t Natural. But this one block of trees older by a little bit and more established. It was darker with only random spears of light hitting the rust or blood (after a rain) needled ground. Except. There was an apple tree. It had long limbs that grew in gnarled curves and clutching branches parallel to the ground, spreading out more than up. Enough so it created a break in the canopy and light would spotlight it. Only. For the few leaves and the command of a clearing of it’s own, with a few sickly saplings that would try to grow from under it.. the bark of this apple tree was black. Like jet black. So, again. A forest of lines stretching out of sight. Floor of rust and blood needles, level as if made. Bone-white needles still on branches except. Where a black apple tree snarled and gnarled and twisted limb to throttle a patch of light from the forest. And it was always a kind of dim light. Like it should’ve been brighter but it never was. While the forest around it was pitch. Every single time I approached it all I could think is. We aren’t the only things that have gods. And demons. And beings from Outside. I was always convinced in the forest with the porcupine moot, where a black apple tree grows untouched, trees have their gods and I’d met one. I’m not at all sure it was kind. But I bet it was fair.
googledocs you are getting awfully uppity for something that can’t differentiate between “its” and “it’s” correctly
oho and now you’re questioning my adverb usage? you? you?
you fucking dare?
you try to change ‘tears’ to ‘years’ for no reason but don’t catch ‘imporint’???
hey quick question gdocs
what the fuck
querched up white boy
i don’t have screenshots, but one time i typed the word “table” into google docs in the process of writing my story, and google docs carefully underlined the first four letters (“tabl”), and asked me if perhaps i’d meant to write “table”
yes, google docs, that would be why i’d written “table”
out of curiosity i accepted the change. the word now read “tablee”
When I was a kid, my mom always hated that Candy Kong was a gorilla, but still had to have curves so you'd know she was the "girl" one. And yeah, fair, that's sexist as hell. But, recently, I got to thinking...
Is it ever explicitly said that Candy Kong is a gorilla?
Sure, she's a Kong, but that also encompasses Diddy and Dixie, who are apparently some kind of monkey and a chimp. To be a Kong, you just need to be a simian resident of Kong Island.
So. She's not a gorilla. She has the simian snout, and body hair, but she also has feet that are halfway between simian and human, long legs, and humanoid breasts...
My God.
Candy Kong is an Australopithecus.
Now wonder Gwen keeps coming to the 616. The villains in her world suck
i invite you over to my house and while we're greeting each other at the door i turn around and yell "down boy! DOWN! NO!" and you just see a caterpillar moving very slowly across the floor toward you
File under: even more blatant proof cis people can joke about trans people without it being at their expense