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1. A lot of dudes. Just a ton of fucking people from beginning to end of the process.

2. Ancient people weren't stupid, they just figured shit out the same way we do: fuck around until you find out.

3. We're gonna plan this out and it's gonna take ten fucking years, and you will cope.

4. Sticks and string are surprisingly versatile and can be used for a variety of purposes, like moving stuff and making sure things are even and go in the spot you wanted to put them in!

No weekends

Child labor

Slave labor

"The king said to do it"

SO THIS SEC-UNIT IS HAVING THE WEIRDEST DAY AND ALSO DOESN'T KNOW IT JUST MET GOD

MB: "Pls don't get my clients killed!!!!"

SU: "Do you have a moment to talk about our lord and savior Murderbot 2.0?"

MB: "You mean MY OFFSPRING?"

The catastrophe of knights and knaves

My mom told me stories about her childhood where my grandma would take her to a hotdog stand and they would buy a hotdog to split, and that was their meal for the day. My mom said grandma never complained in front of her and always made everything seem so fun, she never realized they were poor until she grew up.

My nana met the man who raised my mom with her some years later. He’s always been the one I called grandpa, but we were never that close. My mom described how my grandma still saved every penny she could even after marrying my grandpa who made plenty of money. She went to work events with my grandpa while wearing second hand dresses she repaired herself, while the other women wore dresses worth thousands of dollars. My nana suddenly started voting conservative like my grandpa, but she never actually participated in political conversations or defended right wing politicians. She stayed silent, and acted constantly liberal in her every day life. My grandma suddenly became very depressed after my grandpa started staying much later at work and traveling for work more. The doctor said she needed more vitamin b. My mom once said she wondered if my grandma really was deficient, or if that grandpa cheated on my grandma like the first one did. Either way, she still smiled. She still kept the kids happy. She still spent all her time teaching kids in schools or volunteering at women’s shelters.

Her and my grandpa always got along, and I’m sure my grandpa loved her based on how he reacted after she passed. And I would feel wrong to assume my grandma changed herself for or just stayed in a marriage out of financial need without any proof. But the truth is- I’ve thought about it. I’m not sure. The truth is it would have been reasonable, it would have made sense. The truth is she lived in a world where that wouldn’t be rare at all and there’s no way to know for sure. She lived in a world where that’s just as likely, if not more, than staying with someone because you love them.

Because of will shenanigan my mom didn’t get all the inheritance my grandma saved up for her, but she got a fair chunk. My mom owns her own house, she’s financially stable and can soon get her teachers pension. She’ll be okay for the rest of her life even if her husband doesn’t support her. That’s something my grandma never had. She has it now because of my grandmas work and planning for that for my mother’s entire life until my grandma passed.

your food, @themightyneptune 🤲

grace does Not Know how to deal with this he has not interacted with ppl in Years

i enjoy the headcanon that simon is selectively mute at first,,, man is traumatized and doesn't really believe this is all real yet </3

transcript in case my handwriting sucks lol vvv

Hello tumblr. I’m reviving my old blog from the dead with some of my PHM fanarts.

Now, somehow, their entire mental health is based on the continued life and happiness of this fairground goldfish that they picked up.

Neither of you know the first thing about how to care for even a healthy fish. This fish has been poorly cared for, has multiple diseases and the person who handed it over explicitly didn't expect it to live nearly as long as it already has.

You're frantically googling how to set up a fish tank, where to buy fish food, can you even take a fish to the vet? Your partner wants you to know that they're happy they made it home and survived their horrific ordeal, but also that if anything happens to the fish then they're going to kill everyone on this planet and then themself.

You're honestly wondering if you're even helping the fish, or just prolonging its suffering, but your partner will only accept medical help for their many injuries or engage in basic self-care once they're confident that the fish is being looked after.

So you get a tank. You set up a filter and all that stuff. You learn way more than you ever wanted to know about water temperature and ph and nitrate levels. The fish is safe. You start to develop some affection for the little guy. Your partner begins to recover. The fish begins to recover.

Which is when you learn that in its 'healthy' state, the fish regularly refuses to sleep when tired, keeps begging for food that is obviously unhealthy for it (and struggling to eat the food that you do provide because “it tastes gross”), and continually tries to persuade your partner to take it out of its nice safe tank so it can go explore the wonderful world of Outside, where the slightest mishap will kill it instantly.