creeping thing that creepeth

adult backpack wearers of the world unite

admire folks who reblog posts which contradict eachother. exactly! keep em guessing

fuck people who reblog posts which contradict each other. no! be explicitly clear

You ever think about many peices of media have zero women and thats just perfectly normal but if a peice of media has an all female cast people get... like that? Women should be allowed to kill over this btw

same but it's black people

That's right

male directors will make torture porn of girls and women for shock value and call it "showing the harsh realities of sex work". they'll show women getting forced into sex work, abused, assaulted, and trafficked over & over again with no further commentary and i am supposed to believe that it is necessary for the narrative, if not empowering. right right

in case anyone's wondering, the maximum ssi amount in 2026 is $993 a month. they cut that if you get any other money from any other source at all. like, if someone tries to give you money for christmas presents or you try to do some work for uber so you can save up for something, ssi will take it out of your monthly amount so you basically never go over $993. they really, really hate us.

Meanwhile congress is saying they need insider stock trading to line their pockets because their $174,000+ salaries aren’t enough to provide for their families…. 😒

quarterly reminder that if i reblog something ai-generated it is 110% and always an accident and for the love of god please tell me so i can delete it from my blog

It absolutely kills me that Niall was just like going to a secondary location with Ruben and locking ourselves in? Okay yay ❤️ but also I do understand because I think he probably thought it would be something like the last time they had something really heavy and awful hanging between them and had to hash it out aka the hospital scene. Like yeah something violent and awful is probably going to happen to me but then it’ll be over. And he’s had this hanging over him for four years now I’m sure there was a part of him that was like, let’s just get this over with and then I can go back to my life

like at the beginning when he's like "do we really have to do this on my fucking wedding day" he's still like. pissed off his wedding is ruined more than he's thinking he's literally about to die

all his behavior makes perfect sense to me if we assume he thinks he's about to be beaten up and/or raped rather than murdered. like if you think this man is here to Kill You you leave, call the cops, etc. but the other stuff he's already been through and has already established his patterns of behavior around none of which involve Making A Big Deal Of It

If I could directly implant this understanding into the brain of every TLT fan, by jod I would

Dog I'm on somebody's fridge and they don't even follow me.

really funny that “wonderland” is used to mean some place that’s cool and good and fun to visit. which is not how I would describe alice’s wonderland.

saw this post on my dash and thought hey that’s so true. op is correct.

at what age does it start sounding wierd to call your baby "it" ?

none. #it/itspronounsbaby #wokebaby #hellyeahwokebaby

just met a three month old pomeranian named horchata. her paw was the size of my fingertip. she looked like half a dandelion fluff

this just got a hockey rpf tag. due to the nature of this website

other hockey rpf enjoyers now expressing skepticism and disbelief at the choice of man referenced above and tagging it with their preferred and more horchataesque men. i love it here and i'll leave when i die

My mom likes to tell me about how when I was a little kid riding public transport with her I'd always smile and giggle and chat with weird old ladies who smelled like cat pee and homeless folks and strangers dressed in bizarre outfits but any time a tidy and respectable businessman in a suit and tie waved at me I'd immediately clam up, and she takes a great deal of pride in my supposed inherentability to clock personalities but the truth is I do vaguely remember those bus rides, and it was never about the clothes or the hair or the smell, but more because everyone "strange" asked interesting questions and listened to what I had to say and seemed to think about what I said while the neat and tidy and rigid folks only ever acted like they were going through the motions, which was boring as hell and also pretty annoying