I don't know why I'm still here

no one says big mood anymore. no one even says mood. no one says anything. all thats left is a dry wind, that scours my face until i bleed

Our kid used the "milk" sign for any and every liquid, including Lake Huron. We went to Mackinac when they were a toddler, they looked over the edge of the ferry and got so hyped up yelling "wa-juice! Wa-juice!" (Everything was either water or juice at this point in their life) and signing about it. Didn't know what to make of the waves.

My friend's baby also learned some simplified baby AUSLAN and he would sign GIVE at whatever he wanted. Your lunch. Passing birds. The book he just handed you. Just at you, when he wanted attention. The time he demanded *the wind* was perplexing.

I used to have a baby in my class who, any time we had a car go by the classroom window, would watch it go by and then look at me expectantly and start signing "more? more? more?" and pointing at the window. It was adorable, and sweet that he thought I was that powerful, but unfortunately I couldn't make more cars go by for him.

Why does no one talk about the fact that babies can communicate way earlier than when their mouth is developed enough to speak? I didn't even know this was possible! This sounds like accessing a consciousness before the release date. Listening to the thoughts of a brain that's not done cooking yet. Now you can watch how a human brain interprets the environment even earlier in its life, through the eyes of even more underdeveloped senses. Fascinating.

I love this incredibly niche complaint! Get some heritage breeds, they do totally still exist. Same could likely be said about some other animals like pigs, sheep, and cows.

heritage chicken post

imagine dealing w an international crisis involving precious artifacts and someone is like ‘don’t worry I know a guy’ and it’s a dorky connecticut college professor named henry who slips into his slutsona and suddenly he’s capable of saving the world w the power of his whip & fedora

you don’t know where the guy is. you don’t know where the guy is going. but you do know he’s on the case w a 98% success rate and his tits are out

#this man gets uncomfortable and overwhelmed when 20 y/o college girls hit on him #but take off his glasses #put on his fedora #and this man is ready to find Atlantis in three to eight business days (via @sansakenobi​)

It’s impossible to argue with anything above.

previous tags are on point: #hat ON archeology APPLIED tits OUT

Honestly, a slutsona that you only slip on when you're not talking to students is a slutsona that's being appropriately applied.

It’s the Mush Room

this is where u wake up to get judged when u die 

Interdimensional House of Pancakes

people in fiction are always making plans like "how about tuesday?" and then leaving without elaborating. what time? where? do you even have each other's numbers? deeply stressful

fun fact there were at least two people named lancelot recorded in the 1292 paris census so I think we know what the 13th century equivalent of naming your kid sasuke was