she/her, 23 year old bisexual dumbass.
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I have the attention span of a goldfish, the hands of a raccoon, and the heart of a very tired sheep.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
if anyone feels bad that their fic might contain medical inaccuracies, be comforted to know that whatever creative liberties you take with your medical scenes can never be worse than the one I just read. where one character tries to stop the bleeding on their friend’s head wound by putting a tourniquet around their neck
If you’re reading this I’m rooting for you
i feel like an often overlooked downside to 10-episode seasons and the death of the “monster of the week” format is that we get way less whump variety nowadays. used to be that there’d be dozens of opportunities for your fave to get punched or kidnapped or hypnotized or what have you. these days if it doesn’t fit into the main plot, it just doesn’t happen. this is a tragedy. we should be protesting.
hey um. so sorry to tell you this, but op of that post plays toys kinda weird. yeah you should just block them, that’s not how normal people play with toys
this is what shipping discourse sounds like to me
“We didn’t have all this autism when I was a kid”
Yea, you had changelings and demonic possession and “brats” and “back talk”, and kids that were “not all there”, your aunt who’s “crazy”, and your second cousin no one ever talks about cuz he’s “special”, and if you’re fucking lucky, your elder uncle who lives a nice quiet life with his 70 lego sets and writes grocery stores about changing the light bulbs cuz they’re too harsh.
not to put this user on blast, but ohmygod this may be the funniest thing i’ve ever seen 😭😭
men love to make fun of women for overreacting in emergencies when they are, in fact, massively under-reacting
we have this conversation every hurricane season but if your man is refusing to evacuate for a natural disaster or shelter for a tornado because “it’s not that serious”, just leave, stop arguing, let him die. that’s my opinion. don’t die with him. write your number on his arm in permanent so they can call you when/if they find him in the floodwater and go. if he’s right, he’s already shown you his true colors by mocking your concern. if he’s wrong, he’s fucked.
According to the National Weather Service, 65% of direct hurricane victims are men. Not deaths during cleanup efforts, direct hurricane victims. So leave his ass to join that 65% and do not die with him.
What are are you gonna do stay with the dipshit and die too? Are you gonna fight the hurricane with the power of love?
It’s the general consensus from the safety community too, evacuate yourself and your pets and your children even if your spouse is stubbornly refusing to go. Do not kill yourself, other people you love and potentially future rescuers because your spouse thinks he’s stronger than a hurricane.
they hate each other.
hey bestie you forgot the poll
oh sorry
I was talking to prev, asshole. The fucking critter-creature-beast poll blog? That person? Don’t be a fucking dickhead.
sorry for being silly on my post it wont happen again
they removed capybara walking (1887) from letterboxd so i’m letting it live on my blog forever
I love when household beasts are like whoa. You were gonna piss all on your own? No backup or companionship or anything? Babe. I got you. I’m right here. You don’t have to be alone during this difficult time (pissing), and you won’t be. Ever. This is not a discussion.
what-is-that-cats-genetic-string:
life can’t be that bad when there’s still cat and other assorted creatures
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For those of you who wisely avoid Facebook have this excellent image from the San Antonio Zoo page.
hate when I’m trying to just take a normal drink but it turns out I’m thirstier than I thought so I end up gulping it down like a goddamn cartoon characer. the indignity of water lust.
nyaa:
[video description: a video of a baby fox playing in a graveyard. end description.]
its okay babe i know things are pretty bad but one day a baby fox will frolick over our bones. the rubble, the decay, the decline….it will all be beautiful again