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#same energy

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Whenever Americans use Cryillic like. That. I just. Instantly shrivel up an cry

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Y'know that thing animals do when they get caught with something they shouldn’t hav so they just wolf it down-

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This is horrific. Why isn’t MSM covering these stories, 3 black trans women have been murdered!

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second hand pride

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Story time because this was one of the most surreal experiences of my life and I need to talk about it

So when I was sixteen I worked in a Dairy Queen in a mall (which was as awful as it sounds) and during prom season we had people that’d walk around in prom attire to kill time before the dance started.

You also need to know that among those suits in boxes you can buy at Macy’s is a three-piece American flag suit. I’m not joking.

So imagine, if you will, six white guys who were fuck-you tall all walking around the mall in this exact suit and matching white cowboy hats. Hilarious in and of itself, my coworkers and I were all cackling.

BUT THEN

My mall also had these motorized animals you can ride, they were marketed towards kids but there’s no way they’re gonna say no to an adult willing to pay $14 to ride on an elephant for half an hour

So like ten minutes after we see them, all of them come

RIDING ALONG IN A FUCKING CONGA LINE

Just these six identical cowboys each on their own animal, each animal blaring it’s own rendition of B-I-N-G-O, and I basically nearly burst into tears.

I hope they went on to start their own boy band or something.

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I don’t take requests but a sweet anon told me to take a look on polish folklore clothing. And of course i loved it.

I like imagining the Joxter dressing as local folklore during his trips with his son. He gave to Snufkin the taste for traditionnal clothing.

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compilation of every time snufkin and moomin say each others names in moominvalley

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I think the local crows have decided to recognise my territorial claim on my back yard. Whenever they’re out there making a ruckus, I just have to poke my head out the door and calmly tell them to knock it off, and they either quiet down or move on to someone else’s yard. The funny thing is that apparently it has to be me in particular who tells them to piss off – they don’t acknowledge it when anyone else tries.

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my relationship with zodiac sign related stuff

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Sleep deprived brain says draw moomins

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"hUH?!"

i don’t see many people talk about this and it’s honestly golden humor,

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Dude reading at the library = as one does

Dude reading at the library, frowning, and then taking out a moleskin notebook to jot something down = oh damn this dude is serious. Better not jostle my things around too loudly

Dude furrowing his brow and taking out a second moleskin to flip through before nodding and taking more notes in the first notebook = This dude is planning a fucking heist

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One of my favorite things in the moomins is whenever Stinky sees Snufkin, pure fear floods through his eyes.