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SO SOME ASSHOLE GOT HOLD OF MY PHONE AND CHANGE ALL MY CONTACT NAMES, ICONS AND RINGTONES TO THIS FUCKING THING

SO NOW WHENEVER I GET A CALL MY PHONE THINKS IT’S BEING ALL CUTE LIKE “it is a mystery >O>” FUCK YOU MAN

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I can appreciate that someone, somewhere looked at a chart and said, "Engagement with Dungeon Meshi has finally dipped below the threshold. Drop It."

And is now giving everyone a renaissance of thirsty yuri fanart. Honestly, Game Recognize Game.

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honestly that's kinda impressive congrants you all anons for sharing the same idea NKJDFN

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scum villain's chibi sticker

[ID: A chibi of Shen Qingqiu against a warm gradient background, frowning while gesturing with a fan. He is a thin, pale Chinese person with red eyeshadow, lipstick, a simple huadian and gold earrings; he wears several ornate layers clasped by a metallic sash, and atop his robes he wears a red, gilded banbi that resembles butterfly wings. END ID.]

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Photo:  Zephyr, one of the ambassador wolves at Wolf Conservation Center - the wolves on view as part of the WCC’s education programs

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Absolutely wild to me how sometimes you don't even realize the way you'd been taught to perceive things as a kid was kinda fucked up, actually, until decades later.

Example:

As a kid, I constantly lived in fear of damaging shit in my parent's house. The walls. The floors (especially the floors. The wood was beautiful. Shiny. But so easy to scratch). The cabinets.

As a sixteen-year-old, I once took my car to the dealership after work and paid a very dear sum of $250 ($10/hr cashier salary) to fix a slight scratch in the paint because I knew if my father saw it there would be hell to pay. It didn't matter that I parked far out, like I'd been taught, and someone scratched it anyway. It was my fault. I failed in my duties as a steward of my vehicle.

Every time I scratched a rim on a curb while parallel parking or got a door ding or, god forbid, didn't wash and vacuum that car every weekend, it was treated like some sort of moral failing.

Last year, when my husband and I first moved into our house, he scraped the side of our car when parking in our (Very Narrow) garage. When he told me, my first instinct was to be afraid for him. Like something terrible was going to happen to him because of this mistake. I urgently reassured him that it was okay, it was an accident, I wasn't mad. Baffled, he was like, "Yeah? I know? Like, thank you for the reassurance, but I'm only a little annoyed, I'm not upset. It's just a car." And I had to take several minutes to process that. It's...just a car.

We keep the car tidy. We maintain it. But we wash it maybe 4x a year. We only vacuum it after dirty road trips or when the dog hair starts to get annoying. It has scrapes and dings and the leather seats have stains. But that's ok. Because it's just a car.

This morning, I realized that a small rock had gotten embedded in the felt foot on one of our bar stools. Neither of us had noticed. There are now scratches on our beautiful hardwood floor. My immediate response was fear accompanied by a heavy measure of paralyzing guilt. "I'm so sorry," I told my husband, "I should have noticed. I'll figure out how to fix it, I swear. I can probably sand down that section and match the stain and--"

"Whoa, hey," he said. "It was an accident. And it's fine. Floors are going to get damaged. They're floors. We live here. There was damage in places before we even bought the house, remember? It's not a big deal. It's just a floor." Right. It's just a floor. Right.

My husband's mom is visiting and this afternoon, as I was sitting in the kitchen looking at the scratches on the floor, I offhandedly asked her if my husband had ever broken or damaged anything as a kid. "Of course," she said. Household items. A TV. A wrecked car during his teen years. I asked how she punished him.

"Why would I punish him for things like that?" she said. "They were all accidents."

Right. Of course. Right.

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apple flavored cereal experiments

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why did she say this

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its summer outside did you guys know this

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spoke deeply to me.

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in order: daphne shaggy fred velma

(velma is also wearing a gray tshirt from a walmart 6 pack of cheap tshirts)

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i am actually insufferable once I get comfortable with someone

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while i was in organic chemistry purgatory i picked up a new obsession, and then i rewatched kung fu panda and my brain went... "what if... svss kung fu panda au?" and then i blacked out and drew these before i could stop myself for having such a stupid ridiculous fucking idea.

The origins of this stupid au aren't really obvious in these doodles except for SY's severe fanboying. Yes he absolutely has a little carved action figure of LBH. He'd rather die than admit that though. In this AU I imagine LBH = Tigress, Shifu = SJ, and Po = SY. I haven't thought it out terribly much yet. I just had to exorsize this demon.

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