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you donât realize how important lunch is until youâre wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then itâs 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
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You have been visited by the Badger of Executive Function!
May this tenacious beastie grant you the strength to break through whatever is holding you back from completing that important task you've been meaning to get to, and the energy and motivation to
Do The Fucking Thing.
I don't even know whose job it was to teach people this, but did they just stop teaching people what a bicycle bell means?
One would think that hearing a very distinct, clearly audible, reasonably loud and rapidly approaching sound of any kind would make any reasonable mammal turn to look at the direction of the sound, just purely by instinct?? If a deer heard something nearby go DING DING DING DING DING DING at its general direction, it would at least look up to see whether the source of the sound is a threat or not? Just a quick "is that something I need to be concerned about?" type of glance.
The enshittification of pedestrians has reached the point where they have less traffic survival skills than deer.
"Anthy being fought over like a piece of meat was really fun and good until the show revealed how it was trying to talk about such abuse and CRITICIZE the systems that objectify and victimize women! that's just YIKES!"
hello? can anyone hear me? it's so dark.

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I feel like . A lot of Being Autistic is giving people way too much benefit of the doubt cause you're trying not to have a social anxiety paranoia doom spiral but sometimes they really and truly just are treating you like that & you have to be the crazy one & be like I know you're fucking lying to me
Like oh yeah no it's not that I didn't notice. I've just been ignoring it. Yknow. Which somehow feels worse and stupider than if I really didn't know any better
I used to work with a woman who was extremely nasty-mean to me for absolutely no reason at all. She was generally unpleasant to everyone, but it was obvious to me (and to another coworker) that she had something very pointed against me in particular and made it no secret. It got so bad that I made several official complaints, and my supervisor said, "that's just how she talks to everyone. She's super blunt, but she doesn't mean it! Maybe you're just misunderstanding her tone because you're Autistic?"
Later during my 6-month employee review, the same supervisor said, "sometimes when you correct people, you can come on a little too strong and intimidate or offend people."
We went over the specific instances he was referring to, and I said, "I don't think I was unfair or too harsh in any of those situations. I think I was just straightforward for clarity."
He said, "maybe you don't realize your tone is too harsh because you're Autistic?"
So there it is.
If someone's very obviously singling you out to be outright cruel and unfair, you must give them the benefit of the doubt, because you're Autistic and cannot understand.
If you're being straightforward and normal, but someone thinks you're being unfair, you do not get the benefit of the doubt, because you're Autistic and cannot understand.
And when you point this out to allistic people, either they don't believe you, do not care, or do not try to understand.
the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole
This person wrote a manifesto I ainât reading all that but this is literally the type of behavior im talking about the idea hobbies all cost money is so removed from reality if you have the time to pick up your phone and write 7 paragraphs on how im victimizing you with my offhanded post you have the time to watch a movie on YouTube with your very same phone instead come on now. How is you freaking out on the internet helping any of these issues
things that dont cost money: hiking, walking, birdwatching, identifying plants, drawing (you have a pen, reading (library), collecting rocks, dancing, singing.... etc wtc etc
if you cant find a hobby you can afford, thats a you problem. and if youre posting online, you have a device to do that, get some free games, trawl wikipedia, study something. stop picking fights online and do something else.
if you can write an essay about it on your phone you can write fanfic or poetry or something on your phone also and it will be much nicer for everyone involved, including you
You can also make a hobby out of volunteering. One of my favorite things is the one day a month I get to go work with my nonprofit.
Pick up trash in the park or along the road! (Make sculptures with it!) Visit people in the nursing home! Take a free online course! Hell--make a podcast! Host a PowerPoint party! Write letters to old people!
You! Have! Options!
one time in college i was in a creative writing class and this guy was holding up the critique with what i can only describe as like cinemasins dinging another student's writing. and at some point the professor said "the plot is the fork and the prose is the meal. you are critiquing the taste of the fork"
Its me, your feral godmother
*waves a wand and grants you the teeth and claws to fuck your evil step family up*
Good luck kid you're in a reverse beauty and beast situation. Do not let that princely motherfucker fall in love with your inner humanity or the spell will fail and you'll turn human again
Good news if you bite his ass you can start a pack together. Go forth. Enjoy the ball
You can bite a princess too if you want. Or a milkmaid, or a butler or whatever. Go nuts. The more the merrier
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That's my girlfriend, she's rooting for you too
#investing at 70 notes
That is the nicest thing anyone has ever said about a post of mine that wasn't an addition to a post of someone else's XD
#posts that will become Tumblr heritage
I wish. I don't think it's even gonna crack 500 notes

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Humanity has finally reached the stars and found out why no one had contacted us. The universe is in a sad state. As such, Doctors without Borders, Red Cross, and many othe charities go intergalactic.
The thing the recruiters donât tell you about space battles is that you die slowly.
Ships donât blow up cleanly in flashes and sparks. Oh, if youâre in the engine room, youâll probably die instantly, but away from that? In the computer core, or the communications hub? You just lose power. And have to sit, air going stale and room slowly cooling, while you wait to find out if the battle is won or lost.
If itâs lost, nobody comes for you.
It had been about half a day (thatâs a Raithar day, probably a bit shorter than yours) and Kvala and I were pretty sure we had lost. Kvala was injured, Traav and I were dehydrated and exhausted, and Louv was dead, hit by shrapnel when the conduits blew.
Most fleets give you something, of course. For Raithari, itâs essence of windgrass. I looked at the vial.
âItâs too soon,â Traav said.
Kvala gestured negation, shakily. She had been burned when conduits blew, and her feathers were charred, and her leftmost eye was bubbly and blind now. Even if we were rescued, she probably wouldnât survive. âYou know weâre losing the war.â
They couldnât deny that. âIt doesnât mean we lost the battle.â
âDoesnât it? The Chreee have better technology. Better resources. And they have their warrior code. They donât care if they die.â
âWe canât give up!â Traav protested. They were young, a young and reckless thar who had listened to a recruiting officer and still believed scraps of what they had been told. âAny heartbeat nowââ
There was a clunk. Something had docked with our fragment of the ship.
âYou see?!â Traav crowed triumphantly.
Kvala exchanged glances with me. The Chreee never bothered to hunt down survivors. What was the point, after all?
The Aushkune did.
There werenât supposed to be Aushkune here. They were supposed to hide in nebulas.
But if there wereâ
If there were, we were too late. The windgrass couldnât possibly destroy our nervous systems in time to stop the corpse-reviving implants, and once you were implanted, it was overâor it would never be over, depending on how you looked at it and whether Aushkune drones were aware of anythingâ
Footsteps.
Bipedal. The Aushkune were supposed to be bipedal.
And then the blast door opened, and a figure stood in it. My first thought was, robot? Thatâs almost worse than Aushkune . . . But no, it was a being in some sort of suit.
Who wore suits?
âFriendly contact,â the suitâs sound system blared, as the being moved over to Kvala. âUrgent treatment. Evacuation.â
âWho are you?â Kvala struggled upright.
Despite the primitive suit, the blocky being was using up-to-date medical scanners. âLow frequency right angle shape,â it explainedâor maybe didnât explain. Two more figures came into the room and put Kvala firmly onto a stretcher.
âYouâre with the Chreee, arenât you?â Kvala was not at all happy to be on a stretcher.
âNot Chreee,â the sound system said. âYou Man. Soil Starship Nichols.â The being hesitated. âRescue Chreee as well. On ship. Will separate.â
âYou what?â I said faintly. Who would do that?
âOath,â the being explained.
âWhat kind of oath? To what deity?â
The shoulders of the being moved up and down. âSeveral different. Also none. For me, none. Justâoath.â
I exchanged glances with Traav, who looked as unsettled as I was. I had never, ever heard of groups cooperating when they couldnât even swear to or by the same power.
The being scanned me. âHave water,â it said. âRecommend.â
Raithari have fast metabolisms. I couldâwouldâdie of thirst quickly, and painfully.
âWhere will you take us,â Traav asked, âafter you give us water?â
âRaithari to Raithar. Chreee to Chreeeholm.â
âChreeeholm would kill them for failing,â Traav remarked.
The being hesitated, and then said, âWar news sometimes bad. Sometimes lie.â
We had learned long ago not to believe the recruiting officers, but what did that have to do with anything?
âAnd youâwhat?â I asked. âJust fly around looking for battles and rescuing victims?â
The being seemed to consider this. âBest invention of soil,â it said finally.
Most of what it was saying didnât make any sense. Did it worship soil? But it had said that it had sworn to no deity . . .
Madness.
On the other handâwar was a deliberate, rational act by deliberate, rational people, and I wanted no more of it. So why not embrace madness and see what happened?
âSoil StarshipâRrikkol?â I asked, stumbling over the word.
âYes. Soil Starship Nichols.â
I followed the being in the suit.
Took me well over a minute to realize "low frequency right angle shape" was Red Cross.
This whole thing is brilliant with translation stuff.
everyone wants to get bit by a dracula when theyre some aristocratic old fuck or they got money in the bank from like using their vampire powers to win the lottery or whatever but does nobody have any respect for the humble working class vampo? if theyre not living in some austere gothic mansion somewhere do they still get a nibble? discuss.