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I am taking everyone who made a poll to gauge the True Percentage of Queers on Tumblr and putting them through a statistics course

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I’m crying like a baby

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would you still love me if i was a worm?

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Saddest thing ever is reading an academic paper about a threatened or declining species where you can tell the author is really trying to come up with ways the animal could hypothetically be useful to humans in a desperate attempt to get someone to care. Nobody gives a shit about the animals that “don’t affect” us and it seriously breaks my heart

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Do you have any blessed facts laying around? Today was :( need a :)

unlike rabbits, a baby hare can run, fight, or flee almost immediately after birth.

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“Hello, kitten-“ “Ummmm… human sir? That is an eldritch being. Not pet. Do not touch.” “Look, it’s fine. If it looks like a cat, it is a cat.” eldritch purring sounds

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i can never leave nyc because i need to be where there is Maximum Errands Density at all times, i’m running late for a birthday party and was just able to do a thirty minute loop on foot to get:

mini cauldron for the birthday twink’s altar (occult shop)

wrapping paper for the mini cauldron (card shop)

foundation for me (drugstore)

dinner for me & the gf (taco bell)

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Every time Steve Rogers has sex, a bald eagle is born

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I love this❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

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you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not). 

your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human. 

so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it? 

your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do. 

you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god. 

they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you. 

you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given. 

you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy. 

when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground. 

the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about

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Do you think Clark Kent's first few major articles were about the continued presence of lead pipes in parts of Metropolis' water system

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Artificial intelligence makes accurate sheep counting.

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Husbutt: “That’d be an interesting mix, tiefling and minotaur.” Me: “They’d just have cooler horns and be red. And. *grin* And. They’d have wings. Because it’s a red bull.” Husbutt: *seven stages of pun grief*