a glorious mess

Sometimes you log on to tumblr dot com and see your beloved mutuals thirsting over unrisen sourdough men and you have to say a very very quiet ‘pass’ to yourself and let it go because inevitably the flat circle of time will bring around your turn to go gaga over some butterface dude or bug eyed girl and you must know that your beloved mutuals are saying a quiet ‘pass’ to themselves and leaving you to your moment of insanity in peace.

you are so right, unfuckablebogtroll.

the natural lifespan of a fandom is unlimited. when well tended a fandom can be functionally immortal. and yet everywhere you look you see newly bred fandoms withering and dying when they’re barely a year old. barely even six months old. fans are looking at their six month old fandoms and saying i think it’s on its last legs, should i euthanise it? when with the proper care that fandom could outlive them for decades. it’s sad. sad state of affairs we’re in.

This is so real cuz I literally got my cat at a deli

ordered a side of pickles and they accidentally included a kitten in your bag instead I’m assuming

Actually that’s pretty close to the real story— they were just handing them out cuz the deli cat had a litter and they didn’t know what to do with them so me and my sister just took her home with our ice cream

baby dragons whose scales are much more shiny and iridescent in order to hide in their parents' hoards

absolutely excellent top-notch thought here, but now you've got me wondering what's trying to eat them

Perhaps the shininess also makes them more endearing to adult dragons, increasing the likelihood of adoption if something happens to mama.

maybe dragons collect hoards to camouflage their babies

do you guys ever like forget you're interested in something until you start engaging with it again and you go "oh wait i'm like crazy crazy about this yeah"

I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game

No one seems to be acknowledging the far funnier element of this, which is, that when you go to the commenter’s account, you find out they are actually fucking roleplaying as a sexually repressed skeleton and jjst really committed to the bit while everyone in the reblogs is talking about how much they hate minors or trying to bring back asexual discourse or whatever. thank you kharak the skeleton servant of the almighty lich king

some of yall need to go back to like preschool level 'girls can do anything boys can do' feminism bc we are regressing into feminine = frivolous = weak = nurturing and masculine = power = force = competence at the speed of fucking light

tmi doesn't exist to me. I love information

Reblog to bully people who don't like female characters or women in general off the internet.

It’s kinda crazy how Renee mentions that Andrew’s knives used to be hers and Neil is like “wait. so his knives. the knives he always has. and frequently uses. like to stab people. you gave him those..?” and she’s just like “yeah in my defense i did NOT think he was going to do that. like stab people, i mean. with the knives. the knives that I gave him. and then taught him how to stab people with. did not think he would do that. idk oops lol.”

Actually this time probably not. The writing was on the wall way before Reagan became president, and the steel mill closed in November 1981, barely ten months into his president.

He was governor of California during that "writing on the wall" period. He was the one writing. It was his wall.

Oh. Well don't I look stupid now.

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