I feel a much greater need to tell you all seeing as I’ve handled both blood meal and bone meal before:
It stinky. The stink will stick to you. You will smell it for days.
Your animals will try to eat it. Don’t let them. It can and will kill them.
speaking of which, i hope all of my mutuals know that you can go on down to the hardware store and just buy a big ol bag of dried blood
I don’t mind the idea of him being demiro or demisexual at all, but I’m a bit biased I think /j
May 2025 bring upon the ace attorney fandom, a boom in aspec Phoenix art and fic.
It’s like when you bring home a new dog and your other, slightly older dog just decide it’s time to try and hump each-other. Non-stop. That’s her face right now. “For fucks sake break it up you two.”
32 kiss while someone watches, ft Ema suffering while klapollo kiss at a crime scene
shes at her fucking limit
I found my first grey hair bro.
My eye has been twitching nonstop for weeks at this point, it comes down over spring break, but it came back the minute I thought about this fuck ass class.
I’m only twenty one.
It’s too late for me. Save yourselves.
(I’m not passing that class this teacher is ASS LMFAO)
Bro this sinus infection is kicking my ass.
So is Chem II but we’re not going to talk about my shit professor driving me up the wall when I sound like a prepubescent boy with the amount of croaking and voice cracks I’m having.
Gods pray for me. I don’t know how imma get through this semester but I will somehow make it work in my favor in the end. Somehow.
Going to go read through the comments on my fanfic to try and get post-election dopamine to make myself feel less like our planet is going to be functionally dead in the next ten years and industry will be super exploitative
Oh and there’s a gray heart emoji now so I can do this I guess 💜🖤🩶🤍
I’m sorry what.
WAIT WHY DID IT TAKE ME THIS LONG TO REALZIE THAT MIA FEY'S NAME PUN IS THAT SHES M-I-A (Missing in action)
WHHUUH?!?!
Pretty sure this is what we in the biz call depression.
I have this every time I have to wake for work. Why can’t I build stick and log shelters in the woods like I did as a child forage food for my family? That feels far more fulfilling to me than *gestures towards rampant end stage capitalism* this.
I would love to barter and trade for crafts, and I would love to have a job so intrinsically valuable to my daily life yet be allowed to have fun and goof off with my clan of chosen people like I was meant to. Instead I have to justify a comfortable existence with labor that isn’t even fulfilling, but is never ending and unchanging. Where is the challenge? Where’s the prize? The paycheck I can’t see half the time?
( <= green bean
parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)
I’m feral because I can’t achieve my dreams in love and I’m ok with that because it’s my fault. I’m an introvert to the max babes
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