#send these all to me

[crabussy]

slightly furious reminder that fish do in fact feel pain and do in fact experience fear and distress when in pain since people seem to love spreading the myth that fish don't feel pain. what is it with people assuming a creature is incapable of feeling pain or emotion just because it doesn't have complex facial muscles. come on gang

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[dbow-darkmode]

incredible things happening in the robot fucker community right now

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[birdmenmanga]

they are putting yaoi in the city art museum and censoring nsfw content with heat-responsive material so you have to put your hands on it to see dick

[sunflowerscottie]

“deploying Aubrey”

[tawnysoup]

You both jump in place for a bit, grinning.

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[rooniearts]

guy with no object permanence and/or sense of personal space

[anna-scribbles]

old doodles from the archives 🫶

[prlssprfctn]

Jason Todd arrives to the Gotham after being brought back alive for the first time, and while building up his career as Red Hood, visits Harvey Dent in the Arkham. They talk in a surprising peace, discuss this and this, and Jason even shares some of his insane ass lore, because, honestly, who is going to believe Harvey Dent?

And no one doesn't.

But there is a problem. The next time Bruce Wayne visits Harvey, Harvey randomly drops a bomb on him by saying that he is so, so glad that their Jaylad is back, and he grew up so much, looks so much like Bruce now! He even tries to assure him that, you see, yeah, Jason was dead, but he crawled out of his grave, and then, the Lazarus Pit fixed him!

Bruce thinks Harvey finally had reached the end of his line. Like, low-key, the last stage of insanity.

Harvey: God, he is still so well-mannered. I feel so pleased that he came to visit old me first, though. I always thought I was his favourite over you.

Bruce, laughing awkwardly, while asking the medics to add some new medicine to Harvey: Ahaha, yeah, that sounds like our Jaylad.

Harvey: Super happy for him, seriously. I mean, look at him, getting himself a new career as a Red Hood. That's our son. Feel a little bit bitter that he is into Al Ghuls family now, but that's fine.

Bruce, frowning, because Harvey isn't supposed to know about Al Ghuls and their connection to Lazarus Pit or about Red Hood: Uh, had J-Jason said something else to you?

Harvey: Oh, damn, we spoke for the whole night. He was pissed at you, though. Like, for the Tim guy, whoever he is.

Bruce, turning to the doctors: ...Maybe, uh, give me the same pills you gave him. I feel like I need it, too.

[calmparticles]

like glue ?

[strialternatives]

his ass is NOT listening

[suspicioustoads]

I have an egg related problem.

Twice a month, I get eggs from a local farmer. Lovely brown eggs, taste great, and I haven't seen yolks so yellow since when I lived on a farm as a wee child. Please understand, these are objectively wonderful eggs.

I also get 30 eggs per delivery, making my total monthly egg take home 60 eggs. Now here's the problem.

I can't stand the texture of eggs.

Scrambled, boiled, fried, and I don't intend to pull a @inbabylontheywept and enjoy a couple dozen snake style. I just can't do egg texture.

"But toad, just use them in baking!" I'VE TRIED. My freezer is apocalyptically prepped with baked goods. My parental units have kindly asked me, their beloved daughter, to please stop making them cookies this is the 4th time this week it's getting to be a problem. My neighbors avoid eye contact lest I offer yet another loaf of bread. My friends are too nice for their own good, and now their freezers are apocalyptically prepped with baked goods.

I've become some sort of accidental egg dealer in my circles. Tucking eggs into my coat pockets, gingerly offering them to strangers on the street. Politely begging, please take these eggs I have so many, please take them. It's still not enough. There's still. more. eggs.

I can't cancel my order. I can't, the farmer is too nice. She loves her chickens, calls them her little lassies. She only charges $12 for 30 eggs (I would be paying roughly $25 for the same in stores). This is an excellent deal that I'd be silly to cancel, all because I have too much of a good thing.

I'm taking home 30 more eggs today. I haven't even finished the last batch of eggs. There are so many eggs.

[sga-owns-my-soul]

reblog to give ur mutuals a soft lil kissy on the head