Anonymous asked:
Bunjy, have you heard about the antarctic strawberry feather star? it has twenty tentacles and a strawberry-shaped head!
um. it's an incredibly cool animal and a super exciting discovery, but I'm not too hot on the fact that it's named for what it looks like after you rip the tentacles off.
it's the got-dang blobfish all over again.
this is what an intact one looks like!
Had to include this tags cause i also catched people not getting the issues and this person explained it best
What we’ve gotta understand is that “the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for adults” and “the modern Internet is abolishing space for children” are compatible phenomena. Neither group is being favoured: the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for adults (i.e., because grown-up topics aren’t advertiser friendly) and the modern Internet is abolishing spaces for children (i.e., because online communities which consist principally of people who have no money are hard to sell things to). The Internet that contemporary corporate interests are trying to build isn’t a space for anyone – it’s the digital equivalent of an Ikea showroom.
Like, when I say that the greater part of contemporary social media is fundamentally hostile to human life, I’m not indulging in hyperbole or constructing an ironic metaphor. I mean that 100% literally.
None of the people he showed look like each other and yet he looks like all of them
Did you guys know the “Sickos” artist made a Sicko thats a WGA screenwriter on strike (said comic artist is a The Onion satirist comic artist and his name is Stan Kelly)
And honestly? What a mood. Haha YES indeed.
tumblr bitch: liking creepypasta makes you a freak!
me: **growls really hard**
jeff: its ok theyre just jealous babe…
me: i know jeff, i know
slendy: **slaps my fat juicy ass**
me: NOT NOW SLENDY JEFF AND I ARE HAVING A MOMENT
slendy: youre so boring **murders a whole family**
me: **sighs**
police: **en route**
jeff: **the killer**
I love the term “loanwords” because it implies that you intend to give them back.
*dumps a box full of words on French’s front porch* You never came back for your shit.
