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some stuff and whatever else 

the "came back wrong" trope except like... they didnt. like this mad scientists wife died, and so he studied necromancy, brought her back, and she came back and it all worked. like she came back exactly the same as she was before with literally no difference. but the scientist guy is like "oh no... what have i done.... shes Different now!!!! she came back Wrong!!!!" and shes just like. chilling. reading a book. cooking dinner. shes just so so normal but in the guys mind hes like "oh shes soooo weird" but shes just normal

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NO its a JOKE and YOU DONT GET IT. ITS NOT THAT DEEP

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While she was dead he put his memory of her on such a high pedestal that she could never live up to it alive

alternatively‚ she came back perfectly fine but he thinks she came back wrong‚ because the tragic reality is that he never actually knew his wife

im going INSANE thats MY POST.

It's your post but the journey to posting it changed it to such a degree that even its closest intimacies are now foreign to you. Sorry dude.

I've gradually tamed the beast Sandy, she now begrudgingly feeds from my hand.

Sandy is a Bristlenose plecos (Ancistrus sp.) and this is her full adult size, she's not one of them monster plecs.

Giving my wet dog a little pet on the head

tbh i think a lot of people who claim to value animal welfare really don’t want dog homelessness to end – i think a lot of people are really hungry to feel that they “rescued” their dog. for many people, a “rescue dog” is a commodity that confers social capital

case in point: people “rescuing” the purebred dogs of their choice “from China” (i.e. buying dogs from overseas puppy mills)

someone on one of my papillon rehoming groups (largely for breeders to post available puppies) announced that they would “like to rescue a papipoo,” as though small designer breed dogs are just languishing in shelters rn

like you don’t really want to rescue a dog, you just want to be able to buy whatever “rescuing a dog” makes you feel about yourself

my cat is incredibly sweet and wants nothing more than to be within a 5 ft radius of a person at all times, gently chilling in your orbit. he is also VERY, VERY DUMB 

it’s a slow morning so husband and I are reading, not making much noise. meanwhile, Barold goes downstairs to use his box and when he comes out, he starts yowling like his lil heart done broke. husband goes to to the top of the stairs all worried like, “Barold, what’s wrong?”

kitty zips back up the stairs and just oozes onto husband’s feet, purring high-powered lawnmower style. the realization hit us both at the same time…

this. boy. this itty bitty kitty boy. 

he couldn’t see or hear us for ten continuous seconds, forgot. we. were. home. and immediately burst into tears !!!!

I was just focusing on the fact that you named your cat Barold for the entirety of that post

I want this cat to be named Barold Bluejeans so bad

Good news!

That is exactly his name!

Here is Barold Bluejeans in a bathtub!

The best news ever!!!!!😻😻😻

He’s an orange, that explains everything.

You can hear the dial tone in that gaze.

I spent so much of my life romanticizing the Great and Powerful Enormity of the Sea, reading about the salt and the sweat of the sailors straining to haul the sails or anchor while dreading the monsters in the cold, icy deep fathoms below…and now you tell me that a fathom is only 6 feet deep -

Six feet is still more than enough for a grave.

Hi, that is the most metal addition you could have possibly made to this post

For every fathom you descend into the ocean the pressure around you increases. By five fathoms down you’re experiencing two atmospheres of pressure. At about ten fathoms, a human can no longer survive on their own, and must have supplemental oxygen to continue their descent. With specialized diving gear, we can go to perhaps 60 fathoms under our own power. By that depth, even the clearest waters are dark. Perhaps one percent of visible light remains, mostly in the blue range. The water is blues and greys around you, shadowy like the last minutes before nightfall. The water below is darker still, impenetrable. But life still lurks beneath you, in the untold fathoms of the darkest sea, in an environment so hostile even our machines struggle to reach them.