I Believe In You.

Please reblog this, it can help save people from self harming

how to grow the fuck up

I forget badgers are real sometimes, like what do you mean those little guys are real ??? Stripes and all?

(photo off Pinterest)

this is a real little fella? I'm gonna draw him

for new years day, i decided to start posting more art

here’s my original character, Horny Walter the Nautical Sex Rodent, he drives his nasty boat around the world’s oceans in pursuit of hole, leaving a trail of ecological destruction in his wake

i will be developing a line of merchandise for this new character, talks are already ongoing for the Horny Walter PEZ Dispenser/butt plug

A list of rules when interacting with an aroace person, by an aroace person:

- Do not romantic our platonic. We will not hesitate to smash a rock into your skull.

- Do not piss us off. We're all attached by invisible walkie-talkies. It's like roaches--if there's one, there's definitely another one nearby.

- Do not say things like 'when you're married' or 'when you meet that special person'. Trust me, coming to terms with an aroace identity in a romance-centered world is not a fun, quirky choice.

- Do not assume that we don't like seeing romance/sex in the media. I'm aroace and one of my favourite genres is romance.

- WE ARE LGBTQIA+. Doesn't matter if we're cis, heterosexual but aromantic or heteroromantic but asexual or any other combination of all the various shades of aspec, WE COUNT AS QUEER PEOPLE.

- Do not equate being aroace or on the aspectrum to being celibate. It's not the same thing. Being aroace is not a choice.

- Being aroace does not mean we're all lonely or sad. Eating garlic bread is scientifically shown to boost your serotonin levels (don't fact check me on this)

- Living with someone or wanting to live with someone doesn't mean we want them romantically! If you have the option to establish a hideout for you and all your buddies, why wouldn't you?

This was, again, a list of rules when interacting with an aroace person, shown to reduce chances of dying by burnt breadsticks and pasta by 100%!

Reblog if you're LGBTQIA+ (Yes Trans people and people on the ace/aro spectrum are also valid, shut up)

Turn your volume up and enjoy 60 seconds of badgers nomming on grass

I'll send a prayer to Hades as an apology in advance, but otherwise I 100% can't wait.

It's gonna be such a funny mess when Donald Trump dies of a stroke on April 1st, 2024.

Naturally everybody will think it's fake because of the date only to lose their minds (both positively and negatively based on their opinion of trump) when realizing it's real

There will be massive celebrations in the streets and on social media and lots of predictable "don't speak ill of the dead" discourse about those celebrations

Weird evangelicals will pull some weird number trick talking about how Jesus was conceived on April 1st and that makes Trump a sort of messiah and people will make fun of that

The Republicans (after they're done with the faux-sadness and faux-outrage) will stomp over each other to be his successor but none of them will succeed. They'll tear each other apart and have no single nominee for the November elections.

There will be discourse about if Biden and the living former presidents should go to his funeral (they won't, he was a traitor insurrectionist)

The Ukraine-Russia War immediately goes in favor of Ukraine as morale in the Kremlin is reduced. China similarly backs off from its threats on Taiwan.

Ten thousand new memes are made, some sticking around for years to come.

Not a month later a bunch of unofficial biographies of Trump hit the bookshelves, many with new details about just how awful he was.

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

Dawg I genuinely barely woke up, and my uncle was breathing so loud and making so much noise I actually almost started crying. My misophonia hasn't bothered me like in so long, but he was breathing so loud I actually just couldn't take it. How can people breathe so loud and not be bothered. It was so bad. I tried covering my ears but my piercing started hurting, and I can't plug my ears because of my nails. He was just. Breathing. So loud. I had to put on my noise cancelling earbuds and start blaring music to escape the literal torture. I tried to get a grip on myself before that but I was just gripping my wrist really hard and painfully, which didn't help anything (unsurprisingly), so here we are. I wouldn't wish misophonia on anyone, except these loud ass people. Like what do you mean I want to hurt myself aggressively because he's breathing loudly. What do you mean that's what's so upsetting