when it comes down to it everything is about ghosts except ghosts, which are about love
he looks so anime here. might as well be going “kyaaa!”
Man with female hysteria x woman with male loneliness or something
Better call Saul
I have just been informed there are scooby doo fans who make the titular scoob shaggy’s service animal & this is fun and cute but my immediate thought was medical alert dog scooby doo going RUH ROH ! And it’s kind of frying me
RAGGY YOUR ROOD RESSURE
[ID: a tag from @choppers-pink-hat that reads, “rall a rambulance” /end ID]
Like zoinks I don’t have insurance we’re taking the mystery machine to the hospital gang
I’ve never met somebody’s boyfriend who deserved to live
The cat I’m watching just pooped on my floor??? I thought the good thing about cats is they weren’t supposed to do that
He’s now being very sweet and napping in my lap despite POOPING ON MY FLOOR just a few hours ago
(This article is behind a paywall, so hit yon readmore for the full text)
January 13, 2026
The plan was never to become an ICE agent.
The plan, when I went to the Immigration and Customs Enforcement Career Expo in Texas last August, was to learn what it was like to apply to be an ICE agent. Who wouldn’t be curious? The event promised on-the-spot hiring for would-be deportation officers: Walk in unemployed, walk out with a sweet $50k signing bonus, a retirement account, and a license to brutalize the country’s most vulnerable residents without consequence—all while wrapped in the warm glow of patriotism.
At first glance, my résumé has enough to tantalize a recruiter for America’s Gestapo-in-waiting: I enlisted in the Army straight out of high school and deployed to Afghanistan twice with the 82nd Airborne Division. After I got out, I spent a few years doing civilian analyst work. With a carefully arranged, skills-based résumé—one which omitted my current occupation—I figured I could maybe get through an initial interview.
The catch, however, is that there’s only one “Laura Jedeed” with an internet presence, and it takes about five seconds of Googling to figure out how I feel about ICE, the Trump administration, and the country’s general right-wing project. My social media pops up immediately, usually with a preview of my latest posts condemning Trump’s unconstitutional, authoritarian power grab. Scroll down and you’ll find articles with titles like “What I Saw in LA Wasn’t an Insurrection; It Was a Police Riot” and “Inside Mike Johnson’s Ties to a Far-Right Movement to Gut the Constitution.” Keep going for long enough and you might even find my dossier on AntifaWatch, a right-wing website that lists alleged members of the supposed domestic terror organization. I am, to put it mildly, a less-than-ideal recruit.
The cat I’m watching just pooped on my floor??? I thought the good thing about cats is they weren’t supposed to do that





