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Cheese is the product of the efforts of birth, decay, and the determined spirit of man to make everything taste good. A perfect harmony.

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okokok reblog and tag ONE. ONE. character design trait you wish you saw more. deliberate and choose, and don't be noble about it. mine is simply characters that wear their hair in two braids without having to be infantilized or "little girl"s about it

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@kazzy I thought the tags said rapunzel's bizzare adventure and now I need a Jojo crossover with the tangled series

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I refuse to go to urgent care. Instead of waiting 2 hours for someone to not care, I'd rather wait 5 at the er and confuse the crap out of the doctors by trying to make it a happy memorable experience with just crayons and paper.

Urgent care is a very funny name for it because they do not treat you with any urgency nor do they care

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We should have a Tumblr picnic with our favourite recipe to make! I'll be bringing homemade fajitas!

I'm curious. Reblog this if you know how to cook

I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat. 

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Came Back Wrong from the gocey store

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This poll is about someone making art of your original character (OC) without asking you first. For this poll, assume that the character is correctly attributed to you, and the art in and of itself is not objectionable– i.e. it's tame/clean (or no more sexualized, gory, political, etc. than your own work involving that OC). This is just about the act of someone making art of your OC without your express permission.

We ask your questions anonymously so you don’t have to! Submissions are open on the 1st and 15th of the month.

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not sure if i ever posted my psychoanalysis of Lilo on here but here we go.

Lilo is neurodivergent. She might have autism, she might have OCD, she ABSOLUTELY has PTSD. These all have very many overlapping symptoms, so it's easy to get them mixed up.

Lilo rarely brings up her parents after they die, only to protect stitch. "Dad said ohana means family." She tells stitch about what happened to her parents before he leaves. She doesn't talk about her mom until she's brought up, and compares herself to her.

Lilo feeds Pudge, and that Used to be for fun. When she forgot to feed Pudge, her parents died. She decided therefore that Pudge controls the weather, and creates intricate rituals to make sure she does it Correctly. The harder the ritual, the more effort she has to put into it. If the weather gets bad again, it's easy for her to say she must have messed up the ritual with the wrong bread or the wrong filling. Maybe Pudge doesn't like peanut butter anymore. She's taking control of the only thing she can.

She's also EXTREMELY morbid for a girl her age. I know everyone says she's just like them for real, but there's a difference between playing pretend that you're dying and telling your sister to leave you alone to die. Some kids play dead because it's a concept they can't understand and they use that to figure it out. Lilo KNOWS what death is. She experienced the death of the two most important people in her young life. She's well aware of death. She mentions Picasso's blue period, his time of severe suicidal depression. She says that that's what her painting is. This is worrisome. She knows Picasso's blue period, words like abomination, asks Bubbles if he ever killed anyone and tells Nani to leave her to die. I know some of you think that's relatively normal for a little girl, but it is not, not the way she behaves.

She makes a doll, and claims that she's sad because she only has a few more [enter time period] before she dies. Why would she make this doll have such a tragic story? Well, that's what she knows. People die. It happens. Of course she's sad, but if it's everywhere, she can be less sad about it. Her doll is going to die.

She's also well aware of pain, which is why she's so violent. She doesn't understand that people don't have to forgive you when you're mean and violent, because her sister ALWAYS forgives her, and is sometimes mean in return. This is family. It's not her parents, but this is how it is now. She's mean to Nani, and Nani is mean back, and then they eat dinner. She's mean to her friends, and they're mean to her, but they don't let her play dolls so they need to be punished. Stitch is mean to her, and she desperately tries to prove that he isn't that bad. She knows that she shouldn't be so violent, so mean, but she doesn't know how not to, and she knows that her behavior is part of the reason she might get taken away.

Lilo projects heavily onto Stitch. She likes him because he's a weird little freak, but he's also HER. he's alone. He has one person who wants him, who cares. One person who gives him chance after chance and tries to get him to be good. If she can prove that Stitch can be good, then she can be good. She can get better, and not be such a burden to Nani. If Lilo can keep Stitch, then Nani can keep Lilo.

Lilo wants to stay with Nani, but she can't stop being the way she is. She can't stop screaming, and being violent, and running away and nor doing what she's told. She has very little emotional regulation due to the trauma she's endured, and she sees that in Stitch. She can teach him to control himself. She can be good. She can stay here with her one and only sister, all she has left. She begs Nani to like her more than she would a rabbit. I'm gonna cry

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I have been summoned

These are some of my favourites from my collection. It is absolutely okay to collect and love each piece.

Have I ever shown anyone my deer skull? My father in law bleached it for me!

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Reblog if its ok for your moots to stalk your blog and interact with everything you've posted.

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please put in the tags how many siblings you have and whether you’re a competitive person or not it’s for science

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Me looking at kazzy like:

Nothing hits like "romantic couple and a third guy who's not dating either of them but is definitely a part of this dynamic"

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Today is a good day to remember how colossal, incomprehensible, and omnipresent God is, and how small by comparison are the hands through which he guides us all to him.

Your hands are changing the lives of strangers and friends alike, all without your knowing. Remember that whenever you feel you have nothing to offer this world. Even the smallest of stones has its place in the winding road to the stars.

You are loved by things unknown, and people unseen. By the grass and trees. Yes, by the sun, moon, and stars. Even more so by the cosmic hands that created them all,

And created you.

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I fear not the unknowable, for it was by the greatest of unknowables that I am made. Decay as it is was only ever half of that which we do not know. Life itself has origin steeped in what we do not understand. The gift of this great unknowable is life. It is love. Hope, joy, sorrow. That which separates us from mere creatures of the earth is a gift from the divine. The shared emotions of an unseen God.

Mold terrifies me.

It appears everywhere, yet comes from nowhere.

The sense of failure and shame that creeps in when it's found growing in those forgotten places.

Sickness and rot.

Lasting illness that roots itself deep into the body, never to let go until the source is eradicated. Did you cough this much before? When will this runny nose end? This chronic fatigue haunts you, like the memory of the thing that you found infesting your home.

A molds touch lives on and on and on and on.

Mysterious, unknown, unseen.

Lifeless.

Thief of life and ruler of decay.

Mold, neither animal nor plant; unbeholden to the laws that govern either.

I don't fear the dark or death or decay. I don't fear sickness or shame.

I fear the unknowable, not the concept but the thing.

Mold.