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California girls we're [untranslatable]

fuck it 10 pm post we like to party

this video feels like seeing an old friend for the first time in a decade

so are all the christians gone yet or is this going to be an afternoon rapture

it happened but the only true christian on earth was a green-breasted hummingbird. he will be dearly missed by his friends and family who assumed he was eaten by an outdoor cat, but other than that, life remains unchanged

imagine cloth mother and wire mother in family court competing for custody of the baby monkey

I Have Softness For You

i have milk for you

Stop.

Cut the baby monkey in half

imagine cloth mother and wire mother in family court competing for custody of the baby monkey

I Have Softness For You

i have milk for you

Stop.

Cut the baby monkey in half

every day i think about the cat on twitter who looks more like a scheming eunuch than any creature has ever looked

monkey i love you beloved little freak i would die for you

like……… look at this face

UNREAL

dilute black (blue) tortoiseshell with low white spotting

i really fuck with it when my oomfs start their posts in media res. they'll open it with a phrase like "it's just funny because..." and then i look at their blog to see what's funny and. nothing.

It's like how Beowulf opens with a call to attention.

posting is exactly like beowulf

Showing the rings of Saturn to Bronx street sex workers, Via.

I looked through this photographer’s other work, at first to reassure myself that these photos were taken in a sincere and respectful spirit (they were).

The author, Chris Arnade, has spent time chronicling the lives of unhoused people battling with addiction, and wrote a stark and heart-wrenching article about it some years ago. It really highlights how much the American right wing has a long legacy of trying to hurt and deprive underprivileged people.

science is for everyone! it was Black women who took us to the moon!

“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars”

“We are all in the

gutter, but some of us are

looking at the stars”

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

Give a man a leaf and he will eat it. Teach a man to leaf and he will go away

posts that could have also been in a newspaper in 1910 on a slow day

Incredible job by the 1980s BBC who decided last minute they needed to quickly explain why Switched on Bach doesn't have Wendy's name on it

(sex change) motion graphics

Description:

Visual is a close-up shot of a photograph of a synthesizer that zooms out to show that the machine is next to a man dressed as Johann Sebastian Bach. The image zooms out until the title “Switched On Bach” comes into view revealing the image as an album cover.

In the background of the narration, a synthesized version of Bach music is playing.

BBC Presenter: The Moog modular synthesizer first became widely heard in 1968 on a record called “Switched on Bach” by Walter, now Wendy, Carlos.

[The words “(sex change)” scroll quickly across the album cover from right to left]

BBC Presenter: It was b-

/video ends

actually impossible to have any kind of conversation with my brother

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

Ohhh mu goddd my boy 😭😭😭

Okay so recently my darling angel cat son Ollie has been giving me signals that I have LEARNED means his natural young predator instincts are kicking in and he’s inviting me to play-wrestle, and over the last couple days I’ve been figuring how to go about stimulating these instincts without encouraging spontaneous violence, yeah?

So I’ve slowly started communicating with the word “fight” to signal that it’s okay to proceed- once he KNOWS the word I’ll get him another talking button to prompt me back, but for now, I’m going with body language- when he gives me his usual bastard signals, I say “fight”, sit on the ground, and cover my hands and arms with a backwards coat or a blanket. Right now, I put my covered arms up, and he’s been taking that as invitation to “attack”.

But I want him to know an emergency stop, too, so I figured when he bites too hard or gets too rough, I’ll make a high squeaking “ow” sound like I have normally since getting him.

Just like… five minutes ago, I was sitting on the floor wrassling with him, and one of his claws got through a hole and scratched my arm.

It wasn’t very bad, but it WAS a good learning opportunity, so I made the “ow” noise and dropped my arms.

My boy. My sweet perfect son. He froze mid-bite, holding on a second, then let go, let me scoot away, paused a sec… then snagged a nearby kicky fish toy, picked it up with his teeth, and started shaking it around like he was an angry little bulldog.

My precious baby angel recognized the ‘playing too rough/unhappy/pain’ sound, stopped of his own accord, and then- recognizing I was hurt and withdrawing, but still wanting very badly to fight- redirected himself UNPROMPTED to one of his toys instead of attempting to re-engage when I wasn’t ready

I’m so stupid proud right now. I’m very careful about not mentally anthropomorphizing animal behaviour because it can go so wrong but like. Seeing evidence that little mans KNEW we were playing, KNEW I wanted to stop, WANTED to keep going, made the connection in his head of “playing attack with dad - Dad hurt - Dad doesn’t want play - Ollie want play - attack Fishie” is absolutely insane.

It’s one thing to know he has a process, but it’s a totally different thing to like… slowly, carefully learn to work out exactly how he communicates, and watch him clearly think things out in return.

My baby likes to fight. My boy doesn’t want to hurt me. My little guy has a concept of respect and boundaries and inappropriate behaviour, as broad and nebulous as it is, and he is capable of making choices with that information.

It’s absolutely blowing my mind. He is a cat. He is 17 months old.

And he is demonstrating- to the greatest capacity that one could feasibly expect from an animal, to the best of his ability- what one may reasonably describe as kindness, consideration, and selflessness.

😭 I’ve raised such a good little boyyyyyyyyyyy😭😭😭😭😭❤️😭😭😭😭😭❤️😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💞🩷💗💞🩷💞💞💞💞💗💗💕🥹❤️

That is INCREDIBLE.

Little chocolate mcmuffin Ollie is all grown up and a VERY GOOD boy.

the miserable mill // the slippery slope

Hanif Abdurraqib, They Can't Kill Us Until They Kill Us

acorn warriors (2009) - rob franklin

"dangerous crow boys near me"

THE GRIND NEVER STARTS ‼️🔥💯💯

a 2025 Dutch stamp from a series on Dutch culture

[ID: a postage stamp with a stylized illustration of three human figures and a cat. all the figures are playing different instruments. one figure in a wheelchair plays a green guitar, another plays a purple saxophone, and the last figure is playing a drum. end ID]