#he is lying to you

[the-potus-is-a-russian-asset]

STOP THIS MADMAN!! Yesterday, he was bragging about “winning” a Saudi Arabia funded tournament at a golf course Trump himself owns in Miami. Radical Islamic money straight into the pocket of the POTUS. Do you want to know why he doesn’t care that the stock market is crashing and that your retirement savings are disappearing? It doesn’t matter to someone who is selling their power as POTUS to the highest bidders. Trump idolizes and wants to emulate tyrannical forms of government like the Saudi regime, North Korea, and Putin’s Russia. You are being lied to MAGA! Is it going to take starving / forced to eat N Korean salads (aka grass) before you see through the lies?

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[assorted-aesthetics]

im unironically obsessed w the Dylan/Gretchen stuff. u love ur husband but ur whole marriage u've been waiting for him to get his shit together and u have 3 kids and ur exhausted all the time and he's another thing u have to Manage but it's just bc he's excitable and this aspect of ur relationship - that he's not a good partner to u and u have to Manage him - creates a separation. and it's not like he's not trying or like u don't love him ur just not very in love. u can't even remember the last time u were. then one day strange people come to ur house and ask u to meet ur husband's work self. the one that has dedicated his literal entire life to supporting your family. ur uncomfortable but you go. and there is ur husband but for the first time in years he's just focused on u. he thinks ur so cool and so beautiful. he's so excited about the fact that you have kids together. he gets worried about the idea that his outside self might not be a good partner to you. he's Certain that his outside self must be happy even if you can't see it bc he's so happy to be around u. he asks if he can hug u.

[limbcom]

"Holding your hand doesn't have to mean that I accept your friendship," the liar said to the truthful, trying to lie in front of the only person who understands his intentions.

He knows, of course, that the liar did not lie. For the liar is also the truthful.

[arsenicpanda]

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S (2023)

[kingofdoma]

best description of morgan spurlock's legacy ever

[bakedbeanchan]

Drawing from a mini comic where the timeline is reset but Zuko still has all his memories

Minicomic here

[iam-anordinary-human-orami]

Does anyone else think that after the foxes grappled with the "happy 19th junior" scene Allison was like "okay, are we just going to ignore the fact that Neil is actually a Capricorn and not an Aries?" Just for Nicky to nod furiously "I didn't want to be the first to say it, but damn so many things make so much sense now" and everyone else looking at them like

[o-sunny-day]

Cause You and I will always be back then.

Thats Why…

You and I will always be best friends.

[mxsicbox]

I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO GET THIS POST OUT OF MY HEAD. ISA IS SO ASTRONOMICALLY DOWN BAD, PUN INTENDED

[dragonanon]

Okay, but please consider being a Zoan Cat user and accidentally getting “adopted” by a pirate crew after being mistaken for a regular ass cat. You honestly thought they knew you were a human at first, and by the time you realized they didn’t, it had been long enough that revealing yourself would’ve been awkward af, and you were then curious about how long it would take them to figure you out. So instead you stfu and be a relatively good lil’ ship cat.

You get free food, plenty of comfy places to nap in, and lots of scritches and attention from big men who’re surprisingly giddy to have a tiny cat on board. Why on Earth would you want to ruin that??

You get away with it for months. And the ONLY reason you get caught is because someone does something so unbelievably dumb that you absentmindedly say out loud “Damn, we’re really reaching new levels of stupid here.” You could hear a mouse fart in stunned silence that followed as you realize your inside thought did NOT stay inside, and now you want nothing more than to just disappear into the floor.

Shockingly enough, you’re forgiven and continue on as the ship cat; except now you can properly converse and interact with everyone. HOWEVER you’re still subjected to being picked up and held out towards everyone like Simba whenever you’re fully transformed into a cat lmfao

[love-pinups]

Almost all Economic and Business experts agree that the “liberation” tariffs are a disaster for our country. Donald Trump has had six of his companies declare bankruptcy. Still, tens of millions of his indoctrinated followers believe the constant stream of lies, especially about his supposedly great business acumen. The only great financial skill this man has is how to con hardworking poor and lower middle class people into giving their money to a billionaire. This once great nation has truly devolved to the point of lunacy.

The Putin puppet propaganda machine is already trying to blame the market crash on Biden. I was not a fan of “Too Old Joe” for many reasons. However, this economic disaster was 100% created and owned by Donald J Trump. At this point, it is hard to tell for sure if it was intentionally done to help redistribute even more wealth from working people to elite Billionaire Oligarchy class, or if it was simply an idiot who’s has already bankrupted six companies being clueless yet again. Regardless, everyone will feel the pain and it was all 100% unnecessary and preventable. Virtually every conservative economist who was in favor of correcting trade imbalances with strategic tariffs acknowledges that this “Liberation Day” disaster was “bush league” and “amateur”.

[2334242xiao]

Kemonos your ghoap

[rayveneyed]

sukuna ryomen is somewhat of an infamous bachelor.

it’s not surprising to see him with a new beau every few months, if not weeks — almost trope-like in their frequency, his image bouncing between playboy and manwhore. he doesn’t take it personally, and he makes sure to let people know: he’s young and sexy and he has two oscars, for fuck’s sake, so he thinks the world can cut him some slack when he wants to mess around. and mess around he does.

between obvious paparazzi shots of panties tucked badly into his back pocket, and instagram posts with fellow actors and models pressed tightly against his chest, most are divided between thinking it’s either damn good pr, or a simple man living a life most would wish for. regardless, nobody is surprised when sukuna arrives alone at the mugler show for paris fashion week, and leaves with someone on his arm.

the only thing that came as a bolt from the blue was that it was you hanging from him.

the photos are undeniable, a story in parts; sukuna finding his seat in the front row, you on one side and kendall jenner on his other. his eyes drifting from the models to your face, as if taking a clandestine peek. you, meeting his underhanded gaze with a smile as sweet as spun sugar — and, gasp, sukuna returning it. the display is so out of character for him it feels almost voyeuristic to see it plastered all over twitter.

you, with your vintage, girl-next-door-esque image, big hair and big eyes and demure, calf-length hems, a voice that evokes the memory of helen forrest or ella fitzgerald. him, with his smudged eyeliner and tattoos and all-black attire, persistently typecasted as the panty-dropping bad-boy or devil-smiled brute. it shouldn’t work. for all intents and purposes, he should be spotted with a new supermodel the next week, leaving you in the dust of his philandering. most expect it, wait for the other boot to drop — expect an album of heartbreak from you, but—

a month passes. and another, and another. and suddenly sukuna ryomen, notorious rake, is photographed backstage at your shows. suddenly there’s an anklet hanging from your ankle, his initials in garnet. it’s early morning paparazzi pictures of you both in sweatpants and hoodies — yours, suspiciously oversized — one of his hands engulfing yours, the other holding a bag of takeout from a local breakfast spot, a lit cigarette in his mouth. hickies on your neck and a shit-eating grin on sukuna’s face. candid snaps taken at intimately sized parties, with his chin hooked over your shoulder and his large hands cupping your stomach. tiktoks of you both on the red carpet in the background of somebody else’s interview, sukuna leaning in close to brush an eyelash from your cheek.

neither of you confirm anything, but then — you don’t need to, do you?

[ruushes]

assorted bat practice... on top of everything he has the audacity to be hard for me to draw

[morganbritton132]

Conversations that happened in the back of Hopper’s truck:

Eddie, a seven year old: Did you know you can eat crayons?

Eddie: They’re not toxic. That means you won’t die.

Steve, a six year old: I don’t want to eat crayon.

Eddie:

Eddie: You should do it anyways