Aldabra rail

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER

genuinely so frustrating when youtubers swear or say something like "kill" or "suicide" out loud uncensored, but the subtitles censor it. like why the fuck, if YouTube is gonna get your ass for writing "kill myself", literally who wouldn't it get you for Saying It??? all it does is make me feel babied as someone who has sensory processing issues, and I can't imagine how much worse I would feel if I was completely deaf. why do hearing people get the uncensored version but we get the toddlerified end??? how is that fair?

after I wrote this post I lost hearing in one ear for a while and it only made this feeling worse.

Why is this back on my dash in 2018

Thank god this is back on my dash in 2018

Ngl I totally forgot fandom discourse was a thing. I don’t care man, I have car payments

Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.

Another good post to read for those writing small human characters. 

My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.

My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.

OH SHIT SHE’S THREE

the two year old bean is now 11, that’s how long this post has been going around, and I STILL bust out laughing like a maniac whenever I read ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’

Yeah, I’m not ready for foz’s kid to be a teen….

it’s what they would have wanted

happy moonwalk day

Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

I love this post

The horse thinks as it scratches an itch

(my first page had a lot of spiders, so that's probably something some people may want to be aware could happen)