me: man my job sucks i want to play video games or somethin
the nefarious anglerfish:
what ive learned from making joke headcanons is that within an hour theyre usually no longer a joke
i'm sure someone has done this already but
I'm a survivor of the terror attacks who lived 4 blocks east of the World Trade Center. I lost my home that day, spent years homeless and destitute, and I carry a Zadroga Act diagnosis of 9/11-connected PTSD. If anyone who's doing this RP needs character coaching or if you need help with authentic scenarios, I'm available for consulting services at reasonable rates. DM me here or leave your number on the men's room wall at any leather bar and it'll get to me in 24 hours. Happy 9/11 y'all, and remember fireworks are unsafe and illegal in most jurisdictions.
cats are such decadent little beasts like look at this thang
What a pose... truly fantastic
SAGUA FANART THANK YOU
she approves :)
CROISSANT
I posted on Facebook how y'all are calling him 'fried shrimp' and someone said he looks like a furry apostrophe.
So naturally I did this:
I once handed an ant to a Frenchman.
Excitedly, he said "for me?"
Hang on I gotta check something
Okay yeah that's funny
really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though
really crazy how much i’ve imagined this fic. like it’s soooooo imagined you wouldn’t even believe. not writing it though
no thoughts only jesper and aditi shooting apples talking hugging crying brushing cherry petals and grass off their clothes holding on tight saying goodbye without speaking the word itself the sudden and brief cut to jesper choking on the floor because he is dying just like she once did and him asking her if this was what it was like for her begging for her to say something kind something gentle i was just a kid i am sorry i left you little rabbit you contain so much goodness you were angry with me but hiding who you are won't save you be bravebravebrave
in this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief . why would you withhold that. do you remember what a little relief feels like? it feels like a lot
excuse me? are you suggesting i frolic directly into someone's emotional space and assume what brings them relief, potentially causing more stress? are you encouraging people to reach past their own boundaries to help, increasing net suffering if it costs more than the other gains? surely not; that would be advocating for emotional self-harm.
this is a post about the woman who waived my late fee at the bank .
good for you, good for her, the wording on the initial post feels closer to blaming people who don't reach out than celebrating those who do by a large enough margin that i feel the need to hit back
you are a tar pit
I know I’ve reblogged this already today but I like. this point
the hotel I’m staying in is having a chihuahua conference??? some lady told me there were over 300 chihuahuas in the building and if I wanted to, I could go watch the puppy competition in the morning. I’m in Heaven
this is the best day of my life
hey does anyone know what today is the anniversary of by any chance
***EXTREMELY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER***
my gynaecologist, listening to me explain what happened over the phone:
I was looking at seagull stickers for my instagram story and I came across seagulls saying supportive things like "You matter! <3" and that's the first time I've gone "He would not fucking say that" over an animal. These birds are fueled by spite. They would yell slurs if they could. Not even the right ones. A seagull would call an old lady a faggot they don't care
