i don't know

Him’s a Sable. Think Russian Wolverine but on a lot of weed and friendly.

Big Paw.

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

why is it always a male character going mad avenging his dead wife and never a female character cradling her dying pure of heart husband in her arms then dragging the whole world down with her

First of all, this is a very clever use of this gif. Secondly, fuck you.

I spent a good half day being boggled over the fact that Uncle Iroh from A:TLA’s title was (and probably continued to officially be, among several others) Prince Iroh. Like, no, his official title is “Uncle”. Uncle of the Fire Nation. 

Zuko ghostwrote this.

well, ‘Uncle’ was the title Iroh was most proud of

I hate how when someone starts their period for the first time adults are always like “You’re all grown up now!!!!! You’re a real woman now!!!!!!!!” Like hi bitch that is an 11 year old child. Their bedtime is 9pm and their favorite tv show is spongebob

OH SHIT THEY PENGUINS!!

when i was little i thought martha’s vineyard was a literal vineyard owned by martha stewart

a former classmate of mine wrote one of those “what i did over the summer” essays in m*ddle sch**l about spending the summer in martha’s vineyard and the whole time she read her essay to the class i remember thinking “she...let you in? you stayed in her vineyard for the whole summer? with the grapes??”

wouldst thou like to live fergaliciously