daily–cats:

Aww look at this black kitty

i-cant-carry-it-for-you:

adelphicoracle:

savethewailes:

cristalplanetheart:

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Let! That! Baby! Eat!!!!!!

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organicmatter:

i am just an animal why am i doing all this

anchovy:

I’m a big fan of Elephant Trunk Snakes they look like a seal was turned into a snake as a punishment by a genie

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iamnotlanuk:

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iamnotlanuk:

it fucking sucks how you can do all the therapy and self healing in the world and you still have to wake up living under a capitalist death cult that’s killed community and crushes your soul

congrats you want to live and be happy

bad news the world doesn’t want that for you

I’ll still love fully and crawl to hope until my body gives out anyway I guess

madame-mongoose:

spaciebabie:

“but spacie, i have no followers why should i reblog things” let me answer this question using myself, a person who has been using tumblr for almost a decade now, as an example. pre 2022 the most followers i ever had was like 125. most of them were dead blogs. killed in the porn ban or just people who had left for whatever reason. out of the people left who were still active, i had like 3 people at the most interact with my blog on a monthly basis. for years b4 this, i had ZERO FOLLOWERS but upon making my blog i saw all the other ppl who had been using this website longer than me talking abt how important it was ta reblog shit, and throughout all these years on tumblr, even when i had no followers i reblogged things. b/c i understood that it was integral ta the way this site functions.

now mind you, just b/c i had no followers didn’t mean ppl wouldn’t stop by and reblog things from my blog. every couple months id have a new person find me and reblog something. maybe they’d reblog a lot of stuff! the point is that id go months without any interaction at times and i STILL reblogged things because i knew people could find me and see something they liked on here. eventually people who frequently checked my blog ta see what i would reblog followed me!! im sure there’s ppl who dont follow me that ta this day who still reblog the stuff on here!! the point is that it genuinely doesnt matter how many followers you have. sure, it certainly helps, but ppl can still find and interact with the things on your blog without you having thousands or even hundreds of followers. so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE reblog things.

This!!! I actually tend to follow people in my notifications sometimes too if they reblog a lot from me and/or leave really nice tags!!! It’s easier for people to find you if you reblog and interact with the site as intended!!

manywinged:

manywinged:

my girl so morally ambiguous idk if i should call her good girl or bad girl in bed

having ethically debatable sex with my morally ambiguous wife

manywinged:

manywinged:

my girl so morally ambiguous idk if i should call her good girl or bad girl in bed

having ethically debatable sex with my morally ambiguous wife

elismor:

sleepyyghostt:

having friends notably older than you is fantastic actually, cause you can drop in a little mention of how old you would have been at the time of a story they tell and watch the existential crisis set in

A few months ago I was talking about a fic I wrote in 2002 on Discord and one of the folks on the server said –and I fucking quote– “Wow. That fic is older than I am.”

I wanted to fly into a rage, but I was worried my ancient bones would snap, so I settled for soaking my dentures in whisky while snorting lines of Centrum Silver.

weaselle:

reasonablywittyatbest:

coughloop:

It’s so wild how many grown adults can’t grasp such a basic concept like “if you are nicer to strangers they will usually be nicer to you in return”

I work a job where I interact with the public. If my customers are nice and pleasant I will bend over backwards for them. If my customers are unpleasant I will do the absolute minimum as required to not get in trouble. I’ll never not do my job, but by god I can and will do the bare minimum.

i pulled in to get gas one day recently, and to get to a free pump i pulled around in front of a car that was already at a pump

before i could start filling my tank, the driver of that car came up to me and started loudly and angrily telling me that people are not allowed to pull in front of cars at gas pumps like that

which is ridiculous of course. I started to point out that people do that all the time and that there is no rule against it, we were all set up to have a big argument, and i had to stop and look at the situation again because, like, why? why were we going to have this angry public argument over nothing? 

and i realized that at this particular gas station, small with one way lanes, there was no room for her to get out until the car in front of her left – she had just finished filling her tank, and i had not yet started

So i interrupted her with a certain tone of voice i use sometimes to cut through someone’s mood (really channelling my grandmother) and right in the middle of her saying loud angry things to me i said

“HEY. Hey. Would you like me to move my car so you can leave? Because i’m happy to move my car so you can leave.”

istg this grown woman turned into a 7 year old on the spot, did everything but scuff her toe in the dirt. Sheepishly she sort of mumbled “yes.” while looking at the ground. So I said encouragingly “okay, well why don’t i just do that then” and started my car back up to do so

Like, she could have opened with “hi, do you mind letting me out before you start pumping your gas?” and I would have been like “oh sure no problem!” and we could have accomplished the same interaction in half the time with no anger and all smiles

people are just, so ready to fight everyone these days, and it doesn’t have to be like that

your-url-is-problematic:

itsmelilyv:

my girlfriend was watching me sleep once and she told me that, between snores, i mumbled “that’s good game design”. i will never live it down

@lanotteviene has informed me that I once spent most of the night laughing before declaring “it’s the narrative impact!”. I have no idea what I was talking about.

loved-ones:

My mental state is: If you give me a long hug I might start crying.

skrytch:

Been reading Jason “David Wong” Pargin’s newest book “If this book exists, you’re in the wrong universe” and… Damn if this passage just ain’t too real

inexplicable self-employment and empty space, that we could get kicked out of our apartment at any moment...  At the level of poverty where we exist-not starving but hopelessly locked out of the middle class-it feels like flying over an active vol cano on the back of a winged creature that is friendly but also very drunk. America is, after all, full of dirt-cheap comforts. My T-shirts are five bucks at Walmart. The most amazing fast food costs less than what you'd pay to make it yourself. A good coffeemaker will beat anything you get in a fancy café. Cheap alcohol gets you drunk faster than the expensive stuff. So you can chill in a lawn chair on a nice autumn day with a beverage in your hand and say, "This isn't so bad." But if one of us gets a toothache or breaks our glasses or, god forbid, both? Well, now our whole world is threatening to come apart.  The fact that, at any moment, your drunk Pegasus could dump you into the lava lurks behind every moment of joy. I'll hear about a friend getting pregnant, and the happiness lasts about ten seconds before I think, How is she going to afford maternity leave and diapers, considering she's a waitress and the father is a dumbass? I'm not good friends with any rich people, but I've known plenty on the level of the Galvatrons, the ones who probably don't think of themselves as rich because they don't have a yacht. Their true wealth is invisible to them because it comes in the form of what they're missing: that constant hum of anxiety that sucks the energy from the rest of us. If their refrigerator craps out, they can fix it. If they fall down the stairs, their insurance will cover the hospital bill. If the breadwin- ner loses his job, he'll have his pick of landing spots. When I day- dream about having money, it's not about jewelry and Jacuzzis and Jet Skis. I dream about having that unseen cushion, that margin of error I can just take for granted.ALT

janegumball:

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My mildly unhinged MLP x The Legend of Spyro crossover

janegumball:

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My mildly unhinged MLP x The Legend of Spyro crossover