you know that story about the cheetah that left her babies with a wildlife photographer while she went off and did stuff? That but it’s merman bruce finally trusting fisherman clark and putting merbabies on his boat one by one to Clark’s increasing anxiety and panicked questions (which bruce doesn’t even acknowledge) so he can go off and hunt for a little while

Wake up, babe, a new example of why the Oxford comma is a really good idea just dropped...

I love post like "you all are against rich people until they're a fictional character" because it's completely true. I am against rich people until it's a fictional character. I don't think liking Scrooge McDuck makes someone a class traitor

My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.

i cant believe that there's still gamergate STANK on games that women enjoy. NASTY misogyny residue. stardew valley is in fact a video game. animal crossing is also a video game. so are otome games and dating sims and twee little cozy games. sometimes a bitch doesnt wanna play bloodborne that shit's hard

guys who mainly play 2k and fortnite will still be like oh youre not a real gamer for having 1000 hours in stardew. mother fucker you're larping as a basketball player

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice

“Whenever this appears on your dash, we at Aperture request that you like AND reblog to preserve the insane like/reblog parity. For science.”

{\__/} ( • . •) / >♥️ I give this to everyone that is feeling bad right now. it’ll be ok.

poor John is so obsessed with control: he can freeze time, he can freeze the Houses in the suspended animation for myriad of years, he's resurrected and mindwiped his friends and made them his apostles so they would always stand by him while he remakes the world to his satisfaction. and none of this works! he can't control shit! Anastasia and the Ninth immediately betrayed him for Alecto, the Sixth made contingency plans on day one, Augustine and Mercy got in bed with him (literally) to get in bed with BoE (fiiguratively), and G1deon and Pyrrha took it even further (carnally), and Cytherea tried to eat his crop of baby lyctors. He's tried to make new apostles out of people more accustomed to seeing him as God, and none of them would've done it once they've figured the trick (except Ianthe, who would sell him to Satan for one corn chip in a hot second when it concerns Corona). his own dead daughter will betray him. the necromancers are in the intrigues and the Empire is in the neverending revolt. Alecto is the foundation of his powers and Alecto can not be controlled, too. death cannot control life. poor John.