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Long nosed bandicoot

Has anyone else noticed that they do this?

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i think it is important to recognize the ways in which your favorite thing sucks. i think it keeps u normal

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Me looking back on my insane tumblr posts I made as a 16 year old that got 0 notes

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I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

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gold has main character energy but carbon is the true main character but has very little main character energy. chrome is trying so hard to have main character energy but is a background character. silver has main character energy effortlessly but is relegated to sidekick. bismuth is a mary sue who got ruined by the writers. uranium is the big evil guy who is having his redemption arc. copper is gremlin energy and is gremlin mascot overall. are you taking notes class

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Cis men will jump on you and hit you with a hammer but trans women will punch you in the face and set you on fire for a short time

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Mahi-mahi fish closeup

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transfems, even in the queer community, even in specifically trans spaces, are an underclass. Asking for that to be acknowledged and handled appropriately by those with the privilege that comes from not being us is not "meaningless division," or "oppression olympics" and I have no patience for anyone who treats this topic like either of those things.

if you are not a trans woman, you have social power over trans women. The people who are the first to deny this easily observable fact are usually also the first to abuse that power.

You are the first to say "we're all in this boat together," and it's always in response to us being left to drown.

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I've been playing Splatoon since the very first game. And seeing my playable character in the first game reappear and grow in Splatoon 2 and 3, makes my heart clench with bittersweet joy because I grew up with them.

Splatoon grew and I also grew and I couldn't be happier to grow up together.

Thank you for the maritime memories.

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yankees LOOOOVE their blue fascism

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The Miku Around the World trend is so funny, since it has revealed that Australians see Bunnings and tradies as a critical part of our contemporary culture

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Northern Territory (Australia) Miku :3333

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A really rough sketch of an attempt at making an Australian Miku design 😅🇦🇺🖤💛❤️ 

I saw this trend going around on Twitter where people made Miku designs based of their countries and I wanted to participate in it 🥰

While I am Australian I am not Aboriginal/Indigenous ((Well, on my Mum’s side according to her family she has ancestors who are but I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count concerning me)) however I still wanted to include this aspect into my Australian Miku’s design as Aboriginal/Indigenous people were the first people of Australia, they are part of Australia’s history and because of that I felt that they should be included/represented too. 

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Vib Ribbon (PS1) - 1999 - Game Over Screens

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self indulgent oc who lives in my little brain..... the ikazuna... (old Giant giant squid lady)

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I went to the small pizzeria in a nearby village last month and asked for a calzone, and when she brought it to me the owner had a look on her face I can only describe as bitter.

Naturally my first assumption was that she was judging me for my food order (maybe calzones are too easy compared to other pizzas and she felt under-challenged as a pizza chef?), but then I looked at my calzone and the more I looked at it, the more I felt like it might have been a failed attempt at a cat calzone.

(I didn't ask for a cat calzone, just a calzone.)

If I had immediately identified it as a cat calzone I would have of course said something about it, such as "Aww that's so cute! You made it in the shape of a cat!! Thank you!" — but it was too late. I hesitated too long, and it was just failed enough that I wasn't sure it was meant to be a cat.

I think this poor woman knew her cat calzone was a failure and I wouldn't be able to recognise her effort for what it was, hence the bitterness in her eyes when she brought it to me.

I asked my friend if my pizza looked like a cat to her, and she said "Are you saying this because of the olives? I think they were just placed randomly."

no, I think they were meant to be eyes, and a cat nose. And those are the ears. Wait, I'll turn it in your direction so you can see

Friend: "It's just a pointy calzone... Maybe you should ask the chef if she meant to make it a cat?"

If I tried to make a cat calzone and the recipient of this gift went like 'hey, sorry, is this weird-looking thing meant to be cat?' I would sell my pizza restaurant and drown myself in the river.

After considering this, my friend said we could brainstorm a better phrasing—but then we ended up agreeing that since the chef didn't go 'haha sorry I tried to make a cat and failed!!' when she brought my pizza, the options were a) she didn't try to make a cat; b) she feels humiliated by her failure, and either way it's better to say nothing.

But I felt deeply curious about this unresolved mystery, so this week when I went back to the pizzeria I asked for a calzone again.

The options were now: a) the chef brings me a better, recognisable cat calzone and I immediately remark upon it and she's happy and we erase the failed cat calzone from the historical record and never mention it ever;

or b) the chef brings me a normal calzone, which suggests that the vague cat shape from last time was accidental and just another instance of chronic cat pareidolia.

(I refused to consider option c) The chef brings me another failed, hardly-recognisable cat. She just doesn't seem like the kind of person who would let that happen to her twice.)

Here's the photo of the failed cat calzone from last time, which, according to my friend, just looks like a pointy calzone with randomly-placed olives and not a deliberate attempt to make a cat:

And here's what the chef brought me this time:

THAT'S A CAT.

I knew it!!!!

And it looks so sad!! This cat calzone looks like it will burst into olive oil tears if you once again fail to identify it as the cat that it is

But I didn't; I was so ready this time. I went "A cat!!!!! It's so cute!" and the chef went like yes!!! I tried to make one last time but it looked weird :(

I said I was pretty sure it was a cat last time and apologised for not bringing it up and she said no, it's my responsibility to make it a decent cat. She also said she was glad I'd come back and ordered another calzone because she was really bothered ("vraiment embêtée") by that first failed attempt, and wondering if I'd noticed an attempt was made (and failed)

That's so relatable. It's like when you make a really embarrassing spelling mistake in a text and you're not sure if the other person has seen it and is judging you for it. Should you bring it up? Can it go unnoticed if you don't? It's the cat calzone equivalent of that. I'm so glad we were able to clear the air.