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Cosmic Funnies

titsay
i don't do bad sauce passes
Misplaced Lens Cap
Not today Justin
Sade Olutola

shark vs the universe
DEAR READER
Keni
AnasAbdin
$LAYYYTER

Janaina Medeiros

roma★

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genuinely loathe the 'jk rowling became a terf because of black mold' jokes
-black mold doesnt do that
-even if it did, you have betrayed the fact that you do not recognize that there is a systemic advantage to being transphobic. you think no one could ever *want* to do it, depsite JKR's massive platform built on being the de facto leader of a movement that wants trans women dead that the majority of people accept, and you resort to other explanations like 'it must just be because she has brain damage from the black mold'
-which is also very ableist for obvious reasons
here's a bunch of spongebob titlecards i hoarded
reblog to give a plushie to the person you reblogged this from
reblob for goo.

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French kissing your homies when you both have long tongues
ViVe belongs to @kurbiismind !!! BITCH (affectionate)
French kissing your homies when you both have long tongues
ViVe belongs to @kurbiismind !!! BITCH (affectionate)
French kissing your homies when you both have long tongues
ViVe belongs to @kurbiismind !!! BITCH (affectionate)
French kissing your homies when you both have long tongues
ViVe belongs to @kurbiismind !!! BITCH (affectionate)
French kissing your homies when you both have long tongues
ViVe belongs to @kurbiismind !!! BITCH (affectionate)

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how do you tell if a boy likes you?
U just gotta ask 'em, man. Boys are stupid as shit, I'm not even kidding.
hi tumblr. do we fw mad scientist centipede woman
Imagine the frustration of trying to do maintenance on your robot gf only to find out her wiring diagrams, code, and repair manual are considered confidential and proprietary and only factory certified technicians are allowed or able to work on her. Now imagine working tirelessly to build a wiring diagram, reverse engineer her code, and documenting troubleshooting and maintenance procedures
"I know you say you can feel yourself getting fuzzy when I apply the probe, but I promise the drop in voltage is in the microvolt range. You experience more fluctuations when your fans spin up!" I jot another set of numbers down, completing the second row of battery terminals, all with near-perfectly aligned voltage readings; signs of a healthy internal battery.
"I understand your explanation, and I understand the technical literature, but I am also asking you to accept my experiences," she retorts back with a flat tone. She's powered down to only one bank of batteries for testing, so registering her tone is exceptionally hard, but the words are enough.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were lying. I guess I just find it interesting that even the smallest of changes in your chest can have profound impacts on your perception. You do look healthy from the readings I did get though, which is a relief. Thank you for trusting me with this." I go to button her back up, noticing as I do there is a small, paper maintenance log on the inside of the largest of the interlocking chest panels.
"Do you know an 'A. Bits'?" I gingerly trace the handwriting, noting the faded date of 'XX18'.
She hesitates for a second, thinking, "No that name doesn't match any registry. Why do you ask, love?"
"Well, seems I'm not the only one who's been in here. Must have been when you were asleep and some guided maintenance was done. Can I...?" I start but falter, realizing the intensity of what I was about to ask. "Nevermind, that was foolish of me to even think."
"Please." She almost whispers, one of her cool, soft hands lifting mine towards the exposed panel.
I steel myself for a moment, to make sure the scribbles are as clean and legible as possible, before the emotion of the moment takes over.
"We'll figure it out, okay?" I manage to choke out before tears wash the view from my eyes.
"I trust no one else to." She affirms, pulling into a deep embrace.
Imagine the frustration of trying to do maintenance on your robot gf only to find out her wiring diagrams, code, and repair manual are considered confidential and proprietary and only factory certified technicians are allowed or able to work on her. Now imagine working tirelessly to build a wiring diagram, reverse engineer her code, and documenting troubleshooting and maintenance procedures
"I know you say you can feel yourself getting fuzzy when I apply the probe, but I promise the drop in voltage is in the microvolt range. You experience more fluctuations when your fans spin up!" I jot another set of numbers down, completing the second row of battery terminals, all with near-perfectly aligned voltage readings; signs of a healthy internal battery.
"I understand your explanation, and I understand the technical literature, but I am also asking you to accept my experiences," she retorts back with a flat tone. She's powered down to only one bank of batteries for testing, so registering her tone is exceptionally hard, but the words are enough.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were lying. I guess I just find it interesting that even the smallest of changes in your chest can have profound impacts on your perception. You do look healthy from the readings I did get though, which is a relief. Thank you for trusting me with this." I go to button her back up, noticing as I do there is a small, paper maintenance log on the inside of the largest of the interlocking chest panels.
"Do you know an 'A. Bits'?" I gingerly trace the handwriting, noting the faded date of 'XX18'.
She hesitates for a second, thinking, "No that name doesn't match any registry. Why do you ask, love?"
"Well, seems I'm not the only one who's been in here. Must have been when you were asleep and some guided maintenance was done. Can I...?" I start but falter, realizing the intensity of what I was about to ask. "Nevermind, that was foolish of me to even think."
"Please." She almost whispers, one of her cool, soft hands lifting mine towards the exposed panel.
I steel myself for a moment, to make sure the scribbles are as clean and legible as possible, before the emotion of the moment takes over.
"We'll figure it out, okay?" I manage to choke out before tears wash the view from my eyes.
"I trust no one else to." She affirms, pulling into a deep embrace.
Imagine the frustration of trying to do maintenance on your robot gf only to find out her wiring diagrams, code, and repair manual are considered confidential and proprietary and only factory certified technicians are allowed or able to work on her. Now imagine working tirelessly to build a wiring diagram, reverse engineer her code, and documenting troubleshooting and maintenance procedures
"I know you say you can feel yourself getting fuzzy when I apply the probe, but I promise the drop in voltage is in the microvolt range. You experience more fluctuations when your fans spin up!" I jot another set of numbers down, completing the second row of battery terminals, all with near-perfectly aligned voltage readings; signs of a healthy internal battery.
"I understand your explanation, and I understand the technical literature, but I am also asking you to accept my experiences," she retorts back with a flat tone. She's powered down to only one bank of batteries for testing, so registering her tone is exceptionally hard, but the words are enough.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were lying. I guess I just find it interesting that even the smallest of changes in your chest can have profound impacts on your perception. You do look healthy from the readings I did get though, which is a relief. Thank you for trusting me with this." I go to button her back up, noticing as I do there is a small, paper maintenance log on the inside of the largest of the interlocking chest panels.
"Do you know an 'A. Bits'?" I gingerly trace the handwriting, noting the faded date of 'XX18'.
She hesitates for a second, thinking, "No that name doesn't match any registry. Why do you ask, love?"
"Well, seems I'm not the only one who's been in here. Must have been when you were asleep and some guided maintenance was done. Can I...?" I start but falter, realizing the intensity of what I was about to ask. "Nevermind, that was foolish of me to even think."
"Please." She almost whispers, one of her cool, soft hands lifting mine towards the exposed panel.
I steel myself for a moment, to make sure the scribbles are as clean and legible as possible, before the emotion of the moment takes over.
"We'll figure it out, okay?" I manage to choke out before tears wash the view from my eyes.
"I trust no one else to." She affirms, pulling into a deep embrace.

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Imagine the frustration of trying to do maintenance on your robot gf only to find out her wiring diagrams, code, and repair manual are considered confidential and proprietary and only factory certified technicians are allowed or able to work on her. Now imagine working tirelessly to build a wiring diagram, reverse engineer her code, and documenting troubleshooting and maintenance procedures
"I know you say you can feel yourself getting fuzzy when I apply the probe, but I promise the drop in voltage is in the microvolt range. You experience more fluctuations when your fans spin up!" I jot another set of numbers down, completing the second row of battery terminals, all with near-perfectly aligned voltage readings; signs of a healthy internal battery.
"I understand your explanation, and I understand the technical literature, but I am also asking you to accept my experiences," she retorts back with a flat tone. She's powered down to only one bank of batteries for testing, so registering her tone is exceptionally hard, but the words are enough.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were lying. I guess I just find it interesting that even the smallest of changes in your chest can have profound impacts on your perception. You do look healthy from the readings I did get though, which is a relief. Thank you for trusting me with this." I go to button her back up, noticing as I do there is a small, paper maintenance log on the inside of the largest of the interlocking chest panels.
"Do you know an 'A. Bits'?" I gingerly trace the handwriting, noting the faded date of 'XX18'.
She hesitates for a second, thinking, "No that name doesn't match any registry. Why do you ask, love?"
"Well, seems I'm not the only one who's been in here. Must have been when you were asleep and some guided maintenance was done. Can I...?" I start but falter, realizing the intensity of what I was about to ask. "Nevermind, that was foolish of me to even think."
"Please." She almost whispers, one of her cool, soft hands lifting mine towards the exposed panel.
I steel myself for a moment, to make sure the scribbles are as clean and legible as possible, before the emotion of the moment takes over.
"We'll figure it out, okay?" I manage to choke out before tears wash the view from my eyes.
"I trust no one else to." She affirms, pulling into a deep embrace.
Imagine the frustration of trying to do maintenance on your robot gf only to find out her wiring diagrams, code, and repair manual are considered confidential and proprietary and only factory certified technicians are allowed or able to work on her. Now imagine working tirelessly to build a wiring diagram, reverse engineer her code, and documenting troubleshooting and maintenance procedures
"I know you say you can feel yourself getting fuzzy when I apply the probe, but I promise the drop in voltage is in the microvolt range. You experience more fluctuations when your fans spin up!" I jot another set of numbers down, completing the second row of battery terminals, all with near-perfectly aligned voltage readings; signs of a healthy internal battery.
"I understand your explanation, and I understand the technical literature, but I am also asking you to accept my experiences," she retorts back with a flat tone. She's powered down to only one bank of batteries for testing, so registering her tone is exceptionally hard, but the words are enough.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply you were lying. I guess I just find it interesting that even the smallest of changes in your chest can have profound impacts on your perception. You do look healthy from the readings I did get though, which is a relief. Thank you for trusting me with this." I go to button her back up, noticing as I do there is a small, paper maintenance log on the inside of the largest of the interlocking chest panels.
"Do you know an 'A. Bits'?" I gingerly trace the handwriting, noting the faded date of 'XX18'.
She hesitates for a second, thinking, "No that name doesn't match any registry. Why do you ask, love?"
"Well, seems I'm not the only one who's been in here. Must have been when you were asleep and some guided maintenance was done. Can I...?" I start but falter, realizing the intensity of what I was about to ask. "Nevermind, that was foolish of me to even think."
"Please." She almost whispers, one of her cool, soft hands lifting mine towards the exposed panel.
I steel myself for a moment, to make sure the scribbles are as clean and legible as possible, before the emotion of the moment takes over.
"We'll figure it out, okay?" I manage to choke out before tears wash the view from my eyes.
"I trust no one else to." She affirms, pulling into a deep embrace.