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fun thing about herding and/or generally neurotic breeds: they are really good at following rules you have instituted, but they will also make their own Dog Rules they will follow stringently whether or not you like it
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Gonna perform a miracle of cissubstantiation and turn bread into bread
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Villains who are convinced they are actually the good guys are very cool and all, but a villain who knows what they're doing is bad, is slightly conflicted over it, but still chooses to do it is also very interesting. They're still self-righteous, but they're also self-aware. Such an interesting dynamic to explore.
I know some people think this isn't "realistic," but it totally is. Do you honestly think people who do things, like commit genocide, do so completely convinced of their own innocence? That they don't know that murder=bad and mass murder=very bad? That's infantilizing at best and enabling at worst. Sometimes people know right from wrong and still choose to do wrong - but that doesn't mean it should cost them their complexity.
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enough with the "who haunts the narrative?" olympics. let's talk about who doesn't haunt the narrrative. jon arryn's death kickstarts the entire plot and STILL no one gaf
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Everyone please behold this baby tree:

It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.
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You are either going to the bathroom with me or going to the bathroom against me
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2025
BE A STUDENT OF WHAT YOU ADMIRE
DO IT BADLY RATHER THAN NOT AT ALL
TO DESPAIR IS TO CEDE VICTORY TO THOSE WHO DO NOT DESERVE IT
BROADEN YOUR CULTURAL HORIZONS
REVEL IN THE ANALOG
ACTION ABSORBS ANXIETY
GRIEF IS PRODUCTIVE; GUILT IS NOT
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i don't wanna be on my phone but i need my phone to figure out where i'm going on a walk and i need my phone to get to my audiobook and i need my phone to call my brother and i need my phone to get in touch with my friends which is fine but i don't want to be on my phone.
so i walk and that's fine and i'm using the phone in an okay-way in that moment. but sometimes i am using the phone like it is a weapon and that's stupid because no it's not. ive seen a weapon those are different this is a phone. but it's also in my hands until 2 AM and i haven't slept. at 4AM. i don't even mean to do it half the time i'm opening the phone to check the weather or to check my email which are things-that-are-okay but then i am in my phone for hours somehow, and i missed the dawn while i was on instagram. i don't even like instagram.
i don't want to be on my phone im not good at it so i try to put distance there but then i'm distancing myself from my friends. we meet up in person but my pictures are on my phone and the menu is on the phone (mon dieu) and so is venmo. so i need the phone to be with my friends and that's fine because it can record concerts and fun activities and i can take pictures of them smiling with pumpkins.
but i don't want to be on the phone because i go to look at the pictures of the pumpkins and i hate how i look in it but it's fine. and somewhere between the pumpkins and 3AM i have lost so much time. i don't even know what i'm doing on it only that i don't enjoy it any longer. it is this long blank void. forever and ever. restless like how mushrooms feel restless beside a dead body.
i don't want to be on my phone so i pick up the phone and i type into google things to do in my area and i save them to my phone and i'll need my phone to get to the tickets and i'll need my phone to book the appointment and i'll need it, i'll need it
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Being sexually obsessed with a vtuber is like being horny for Spaventa. Not the guy playing Spaventa. Like, the comedia del arte character itself. The mask has wholly eclipsed the actor.
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I will never stop drawing imaginary scenes post-agni kai
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while i was trying to wade through the large amounts of people trying to leave the central subway station, everyone abruptly came to a halt in front of the subway turnstiles. two french girls had misunderstood the tap-out process, and one of them was now stuck behind the gate. as i was wracking my brain on how to explain the tap-in tap-out process of the milan metro to both of them with my rudimentary french while they both got increasingly upset at the closed gate between them, a young teenager suddenly pushed me to the side.
i was just about to give him my most scathing disgruntled glare when he took out his ticket and, after realizing they had no common language, started gesticulating wildly in front of the french girl left behind. he pointed at the ticket, then at her, and very seriously said: “on three, we go.” she nodded, and after he counted to three, holding up his fingers so there could be no confusion, they sprinted through the gate together, giggling profusely afterwards as if they had just pulled off the heist of the century,
it was just a small moment during the morning commute. but i realized then and there that the time i had spent trying to intellectualize the problem and wondering if my lack of language skills would be awkward the situation could have already been resolved. and that while i had been mad about being pushed aside, the teenager got it exactly right: no questions, no fear or shyness, just direct action to help where you can and rushing there to do so. i think about him every time now when i run to lift someone’s pram or ask a lost looking person if they need my help despite the fear of being rude. on three, we go.
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Pregnant woman: eats rabbit
Rabbit soul staring at developing baby: This is where the fun begins
Baby a few years later: Has weird eyes and scampers
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