i cant stop thinking of the gif of the kiwi jumping around its so funny the way that thing moves like gravity doesn’t care about it it just prances wildly and freely it falls over but it doesn’t care it just keeps moving and having fun and just keeps hopping and the party never stops it’s legitimately one of my favorite pieces of media on the internet the joy it brings me is unbridled

look at it again

text between two people

recipient (person texting op) is R and sender (op) is S

R Why do you sleep like dracula lol

S what

R I came to steal your brow pencil and you were sleeping like perfectly straight with your hands all crossed skull emoji

S wait u have like 3 brow pencils in your room

R Undead ass posture

R Nosferatu ass

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gonna be honest I've never understood the whole "butches mistaken for twinks" shit like me and all the butches I know are big dykes

"butches are always getting mistaken for twinks" hm sounds like a you issue tbh me and the other butches I spend time with look like this

just found out some random cunt screenshotted this and was complaining that I'm "pitting butches against each other" and that they're "literally the skinny androgynous stereotype and still a valid butch" and I just want to say almost every single butch centered post on this fucking site is catered towards skinny white twinkish butches but you see one fat butch (me) make this post about it and it's the end of the fucking world so to whichever skinny butch it was that screenshotted this post literally eat my cunt from the back

[ID: A picture of a Brown Bear standing on some rocks. End ID]

After school hours

12 year old Bruce: I’m moving out

12 year old Bruce: *spends the night in the pool house*

Alfred: He’ll be back for breakfast

Alfred, watching Bruce hunt squirrels: Oh dear God

Alfred, laying back on a pool chair, primly reading the paper: Wrong

12 year old Bruce, foraging for mushrooms: This is clearly entoloma abortivum

Alfred, not looking up: Wrong

A day late, but posting a story of when we first got married to celebrate our anniversary:

The thing about having an autistic husband, is as much as I love him, he just is not capable of picking up on behaviors or facial expressions and knowing what they mean. He needs me to speak the words I’m feeling.

Early on, this was a problem. When I was exhausted after work and didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with anything, I needed some time alone.

I would say “I’m tired,” get up and leave a room.

He’d follow.

I would shut a door.

He would open it, and keep talking to me.

I had to actually speak the words, “I would like a little bit of space for a while.”

And then he would say, “Oh.” In a sad voice.

And then I’d feel like an asshole, because he always seemed so sad when I did that. I didn’t want to hurt him. I loved him, and I thought I was a bad wife for wanting time for myself. Things were not good.

One day, I came home, and on my desk was a card, laminated. It was simple, black text on white background, in 36-point font. It said:

I love you. Fuck off.

And he took my hands and said the reason he was sad wasn’t that I needed space— he needs his sometimes too, but I pick up the signals and leave him alone.

He felt bad that he couldn’t understand me, and I always looked so uncomfortable and guilty when I told him.

So now I have a card that I can hand to him, any time, and he will understand and go away for an hour and nobody feels guilty.

when no one has written the exact fic to scratch a very specific emotional itch and you absolutely do not have time to write it yourself but you still want to read it dammit

[DC] say cheese 📸!

My original bday post + action pose art! And some bonus sketch comms :)