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don't cry okay? huge as fuck bowl of strawberry
Don't cry okay? Huge as fuck container of blueberry
don't cry okay? huge as fuck bag of blackberry
if i had a quantity of raspberries this large i would end up on the news
The Tattoo: part 1
For a number of years, my husband and I have had a running joke about trying to find the stupidest and unsexiest tramp stamp possible. Some of the contenders were Grandpa's janky bed from Stardew Valley or maybe SuperGrover, but none of them seemed quite right.
A year ago I noticed in the notes that my infamous bear post was 9 years old. I joked to my husband, "What if I got that as a tramp stamp?" We laughed. We paused. "But no, for real maybe I should do that," so I set a challenge. The post had just over 400,000 notes at the time, and I thought, "Maybe if it gets to half a million before the 10 year anniversary," but then decided, "That's too easy. They'll do that in a month or two." And you would have, so I upped it to the next nice round number of a million, knowing 2 things: 1: you'd never make it to a million (especially since I had comments turned off for the first six months until I figured out how to turn them back on), and 2: I was always going to do it anyway.
I was hoping to get more of it done before the deadline and was even scheduled for another session, but then my husband broke his foot and I had to reschedule and my tattoo artist left for France, so I won't be able to get it finished until probably July or August. There's more to be added and cleaned up, including colour, but here it is right now. I did not want to share my butt crack with the entire internet, so please enjoy the surrogate butt crack.

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is jake gyllenhaal gay??
why would you ask us, a narnia blog, this
happy pride month to this post specifically
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
At time of posting, this is at 711.6k notes
29 Days Remain
goo goo dolls if they were in dune: and i don’t want the worm to see me
guys what should my 10,000th post be
im so fucking stupid

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Alright tell me in the tags, what’s Your Poem? That poem you heard once and it has dwelt within you ever since?
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
At time of posting, this is at 711.6k notes
29 Days Remain
spn storm chasers au from 2013
When Dean was four years old, he was woken up in the middle of the night by a siren wail. He remembers getting out of bed, and his father placing Sammy in his arms, telling him to get to the storm cellar. He remembers sitting in the dark and rocking his little brother, waiting for his parents to come, and singing as much of Over The Rainbow as he could recall. He remembers John coming down, latching the door, and holding him and Sammy tight. He forgets hearing his mother being taken from him.
John tells him, years later, while Sammy sleeps in the back seat of the car. It’s May, just after Sammy’s twelfth birthday, and they’re speeding towards North Platte, Nebraska, after getting a call from another team of storm chasers John hasn’t scared away yet. The Harvelles have always helped them out when they needed a hand, and they’re pretty excited about the data they could get from some of the twisters that are predicted.
It’s a quiet morning, and John’s put the music on low enough that they can talk over it, but high enough that it’ll lull Sammy to sleep. Kid’s getting older and needs more sleep, even if he’s still small enough to stretch out across the back seat, shoes off and feet barely sticking out of the window. He’s taken to stealing Dean’s plaid shirts and using them as a pillow, preferring the smell of Old Spice to John’s aftershave. He’s a good kid, the best brother Dean could ask for.
John waits until Sam’s snuffling into Dean’s plaid shirt, covered in a blanket Ellen probably hid under the back seat a while back, before he starts talking. “I know Sam’s been asking about it, why we’re always driving around, and you don’t know what to tell him. I don’t know how much you remember from that night, son, but I figure it’s about time I talked to you about it.”
Dean stays quiet, and it’s not long before John starts talking again, pain lacing his words. “About six months after Sam was born, a tornado set down just outside of Lawrence, in the middle of the night. It was November, I remember that much, so it was unusual for the time of year. We didn’t have much of a warning system then, and nobody was really keeping an eye out for it. The siren started just a couple of minutes before it reached us.”
John coughs a little and takes a drink from a can of Pepsi, clearing his throat a little. “I’d been fixing the hinges on the storm cellar that day, your mom had been telling me to do it for ages. I remember seeing it open and telling you to take Sam and get there. I feel like your mom must’ve known something was going to happen, she’d been after me for weeks to fix those hinges. I was running out of the house towards the cellar with her when she turned back.”
A horn blares behind them, Bobby’s van signaling a turn, and John makes a turn to keep the Impala on the 83 instead of getting on the 20. Dean looks in the back seat to check on Sammy, but he’s still fast asleep. John checks the rear-view mirror and smiles briefly before focusing back on the road.
“I can’t remember what she went back for. Might’ve been one of Sam’s toys, might’ve been something of yours. I can’t remember, but I remember holding the cellar door open and waiting for her. And I remember hearing her scream before that man in the truck drove straight through the house. He might’ve been drunk, or just scared, but he drove right through the house. Police said they’d found a kerosene lamp, and that probably started the fire.”
Dean’s been quiet this whole time, piecing together what he remembers with what John’s told him, and remembers hearing his mom scream, remembers holding Sammy close and singing louder to keep him calm. He stares at the map of Nebraska and blinks back tears. John turns to look at him for a moment or two, his eyes flicking between his son and the road.
“If we’d have better warning, if someone had been watching for it, we probably would’ve had more time to get to safety. Your mom would still be alive. But we didn’t, and I want to change that. So the next time Sam asks, you can tell him that we’re out here, chasing these fucking things down so what happened to us doesn’t happen to anyone else. So no one else knows what it’s like, to see fear and the finger of God take someone you love away from you.”
Dean nods and commits it to memory. Turns out, he doesn’t really need it. They’re on a back road in the middle of Nebraska, two weeks later, when an F-3 drastically changes course and Bill Harvelle - and his 1990 Ford Ranger full of video equipment - can’t get off the road quick enough. Sammy never asks why they’re out there again, not after he sees Jo crying into her mother’s shirt. It’s pretty obvious, at that point.
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
At time of posting, this is at 711.6k notes
29 Days Remain
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
At time of posting, this is at 711.6k notes
29 Days Remain

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The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
oh shit
As the OP of this post, I’m going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
At time of posting, this is at 711.6k notes
29 Days Remain
ok i am curious. how long is the longest song in your library (not counting tracks that are like several songs in one file like a full album mix or symphony recording or whatever) (also if it is longer than 20 minutes say the name in the tags i am curious)
how long
< 3:00
3:00–3:59
4:00–4:59
5:00–5:59
6:00–6:59
7:00–7:59
8:00–11:59
12:00–15:59
16:00–20:59
21:00–24:59
25:00–30:00
≥ 30:00
ok i would like to clarify it has to be music and it can't just be a short song that's been looped a bunch. that still counts as several songs in one file, it's just several of the same song in one file. no audiobooks no podcasts no plants vs zombies theme 2 hour loop