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let's stand with mama

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biting my mama

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Being an invasive species

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i made some transformers pixels, if anyone wants to use them.

i tried to make them their Actual Size and not blown up but. we'll see what tumblr does to this post.

i also have a megop one but the designs are personalized so it's a little less.... universal. but if u wanna use it, go ahead.

no credit necessary or anything. maybe link back to this post so ppl can find them/use them Too, but like. i don't care.

if there's interest, i might open requests (or make a blog For pixel art requests) and do other people' s blorbos....

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“Raw milk is better for you as long as you boil it” so true bestie now imagine if we could like. Super boil it. To really get all the bacteria out. And if we could do that quickly and efficiently. Imagine that.

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I think most of the combiners are polycules, like. The constructions are the polycule everybody wants to be, the aerialbots and protectobots are healthy, but the stunticons are not imo

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this is like the only time its appropriate to call eyes orbs. those thangs are quite honestly ponderable

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notice how it's "with mama" and not "with papa". even in a fake cutesy tumblr scenario, she took the fucking kids. <- what I imagine i'd be posting as a divorced dad on tumblr

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that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet

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Dean Winchester whenever he loses Castiel

Or both

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So back when I was a senior in undergrad, my partner went through, like, the craziest nervous breakdown I'd ever witnessed in my life. And like, maybe it makes me a back girlfriend or whatever but I was kind of like, "I'm gonna mind my own business on this one."

So my partner gets super close to two other students in his program. He was a film student so his senior year was being capped off by him making a movie. He decides he's going to make a movie about him turning into a salmon. He gets crazy into it. He starts eating salmon for every meal. He buys a bunch of salmon-related stuff. We found a T-shirt at Goodwill with a salmon on it and he thought it was divine intervention that he was doing the right thing. He walks into the freezing-cold Puget sound fully clothed several times to "get into it." He watches videos of salmon spawning and is like, "Nothing is more poignant than this." He gets a tattoo of three salmon on his arm.

The entire time the two students he got really close to are fully enabling him. It's a folie á trois sort of situation. They're out until six in the morning doing creepy art school shit and encouraging his (possibly no longer fictional) desire to become a salmon. My partner has an answer for everything. "Salmon get eaten by bears," I say. "That's a cool as fuck way to die," he says blithely. "And Salmon are free of the yoke of capitalism."

And if I dared to say, Hey, this is....getting a little odd..., he would throw a full-scale tantrum. I'm not supporting his dream (I wasn't sure at this point if it was his dream to be a filmmaker or his dream to become a salmon). I'm basically like, okay. Be a salmon! Fuck!

We had been dating for five years at this point and this behavior was such a left turn that I just decided to ignore it. And then after all that he basically went back to normal after graduation. Sometimes he'll be like, "That was weird, huh?" and has nothing more to say on the matter.

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the curse is lifted! you are no a beast no more! congratulations! but you'll never forget the way they looked at you, will you.

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staying warm and dry on mama