‘Bury your gays’ is only okay if the gays use a jawbone to break the coffin lid and then dig their way out of the ground and then take their revenge on the people who buried them, becoming a ghost of their former self only to be revived by gay love
not pictured: Soap frantically getting Ghost down after noticing him start to wheeze. 🧼 💀
Today I was talking to my dad and I referred to myself as his son(I’m genderfluid btw) and he said “Today’s a Son day huh?” And I was like “yeah” And he was like “huh, I thought today was a Saturday, not a Sunday” And I just laughed for like 5 minutes
Diversity only makes dads stronger. More powerful.
the dad jokes are evolving
I'm about to wii sports resort to violence
I'm about to have a wii fit
my fanart intro into a new fandom must always be memes, you're welcome (pls reblog)
I just got woken up, from a nightmare, by the train going by shaking my bed, to find that duolingo randomly sent me the first notification in over a year, please understand my state of mind right now
NEVER try to make a post meant to be reblogged on a specific day. Worst mistake of my life.
Happy Specific Day Sunday
I refuse to let this be lost in the tags
i keep thinking about the number of parrots and mimicking birds that say love you! as part of their vocabulary. how often they must hear that in order to learn it as a song.
when i was a child and learning how to train dogs, we were warned against using puppy too much around the dog - it might get confused and think the word puppy was a name. we were supposed to use mostly command words - keep it simple and clear.
but when my dog is in the middle of a nightmare, i say i love you to him, and he calms down. i say i love you! and he starts wiggling, delighted. when i first rescued him, i love you got no reaction. he understood i love you! before he understood what stairs are. the first thing i ever trained him to understand, maybe, before even his name: i love you.
my sister used to say i love you! and her cat would come running. he knew his name, too, but her voice saying i love you was enough.
there's some debate about how many words our pets understand. maybe they understand the tone more than the actual word. science almost always seems to be coming out with new exciting information about just how much animals can learn and understand language. it often more seems that the only true barrier is that we don't understand them when they answer back.
goblin doesn't know it yet, but for the last 3 days, i've been telling him about the new bed i bought him. i had to save for a while in order to afford it - but it's specifically for big dogs like him, and (supposedly) won't flatten out after 6 months. it was twice as expensive as my own mattress, and i'm way-too-excited to give it to him. i keep reading him the stats - it says it'll help any joint pain! and one more sleep until it comes! he wiggles in joy at the tone in my voice, this thing i know i'm not really communicating, but something he seems to understand-anyway.
as of 7:30 AM today, the new bed is on the way. goblin is asleep on my couch, happily snoring. the truck is two towns over. i keep refreshing the delivery updates.
something about telling these creatures in our lives i love you, even knowing they can't understand exactly. even knowing each word in that phrase holds a concept maybe-outside of real communication's possibilities - to understand "i/you", to understand love, to understand holding love and passing it through you into something else. knowing, really, we've probably trained them with this phrase comes petting. and then saying it, over and over and over through the little lonely hours of our day.
hoping, with repetition and action and practice: we'll find a way to tell them anyway.
This is about 2008
actually they invented depression one year later for the emo movement
This is still one of the greatest things ever made.
happy pride month
