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Bean, Bean, the wonderful cat, the more he eats the more he fat, the more he fat the louder he yells, so feed the Bean or go to hell
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Bean, Bean, the wonderful cat, the more he eats the more he fat, the more he fat the louder he yells, so feed the Bean or go to hell
doing things at the right age is literally a made up concept. you can start/pursue anything at any age. btw.
Something I really love about Bury Your Gays by Chuck Tingle is the point he makes about overcorrecting from the original trope. Sanitizing queer art to the point that nothing bad happens to queer characters ever is not only unrealistic, not only shitty to tell queer people what part of their stories they are or are not allowed to tell, it's also just putting us in another box. The beauty of queer art is when we just get to create what we want to and tell our stories authentically. There's a place for fluffy feel-good queer romance and horrifically fucked up queer horror. As long as queer people and those who love us get to tell our stories in a way that is meaningful, that resonates with the people who interact with it, that is all that should matter.
kids these days don’t know how lethal stagnant water is
If you’re exploring an abandoned building and find stagnant water your next sentence should be either “I am equipping my respirator” or “I am leaving”
It’s the 19th anniversary of Katrina and therefore also the 19th anniversary of me and my family getting Katrina cough
Mold spores and airborne bacteria and algae are not a joke. They kill people. Don’t play in them
i don't care if i flop. bunnies do that
“This recipe is perfect for weeknights—it only takes 30 minutes!” and and the first ingredient is an entire butternut squash cut into 1-inch cubes
was talking to a coworker and realised i could not for the life of me remember his name but i was too embarrassed to ask because we've spoken multiple times so mid-conversation i started concocting a plan to nudge the conversation towards the ID photos on our building passes so that i could be like oh my ID photo is awful haha the camera they use to take these has a real talent for making me look as unphotogenic as possible and then he would say oh yes me too haha everyone says that (because they do) and then i would be able to say well let me see yours it can't be as bad as mine! and he would show me his ID because we are coworkers and why wouldn't he and this would allow me to see his building pass which of course would have his name on it and then i would be able to say well yours is perfectly nice it must be me that's the problem! and then we would have a polite chuckle about it and i would have his name without needing to ask for it and he would be none the wiser and all would be well but then before i could execute this fine plan a little voice in my head went "so this is some light yagami bull shit you are about to pull" which was such a violent reality check it shocked me completely out of my embarrassment and i went "hey im so sorry your name has slipped my mind could you remind me" and he did and it was fine.
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sometimes i think about gay people who lived centuries ago who thought they were all alone who imagined a world where they could live openly as themselves who met in secret spoke in code defied everything and everyone just to exist and i’m like..i gotta sit down. whew i gotta sit down

If this little book should see the light after its 100 years of entombment, I would like its readers to know that the author was a lover of her own sex and devoted the best years of her life in striving for the political equality and social and moral elevation of women.
“The Great Geysers of California” by Laura De Force Gordon, 1879, unearthed from a 100-year-old time capsule in San Francisco, 1979.
“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all our letters could be published in the future in a more enlightened time. Then all the world could see how in love we are.”
I've always thought it's too bad that disco is the only kind of dance that comes with an artifact. It's compelling that disco has a Ball. I want to know what secrets will be revealed if I gaze into it. There should be a hip-hop Cube. A ballroom Amulet. A swing Diadem.
Omggg I need to see bingqiu drawn as cats the way you draw cats is too cute
if you could be pregnant with ANYTHING (non-human) what would it be
nobody on tumblr ever asks you what your favorite color is. also i’d pick to be pregnant with a magical and legally binding checkbook that comes pre-signed by each of of the 50 richest people on earth.
rip luo bingmei you would've loved kaleidoscope by chappell roan