I was born in the exact right generation I love being an unmarried woman in my twenties with my own bank account and no children

This getting reblogged with “and my thirties” “and my forties” “and my fifties” “and my sixties”

So the creator titled this "Caveman Cooking," but I have decided that it is Grug the Orc making Peanut Butter Squares. Link to original post.

Sound on. Trust me.

This is more inspirational than I think it was originally intended to be

‘The Magic of Jingle Sleigh Heights’

Or: Hallmark Christmas movie turned horror lol

My resolution last year was to do one thing before bed that would make my morning feel easier, and that’s become a daily habit that I’m carrying into this new year.

Some nights even filling up the kettle and setting an empty mug out for my morning tea felt hard. But I was always thankful for it in the morning.

Other nights, one thing would lead to another, and I’d wake up in a clean house with everything ready to go.

And, on a rare few nights, the one thing that I could do to make my morning easier was going straight to bed and allowing myself to rest.

What stayed the same each day is that I would take a moment to think of what I could do for my future self and do it, even after a hard day. And I would wake up knowing that I had done my best and any effort—no matter how small—was a kindness to myself.

I’ve been doing a lot of “a treat for future me” moments lately.

That’s a great way to look at it, and I love this artist! (Anna-Laura: instagram / website)

It’s extremely important that you listen to this video by averagedesignedwood with the sound on

flicking back through my procreate library what the fuck was this

Things to look for in this:

I can’t stop cracking up.

I have this book called Agent P’s Guide to Fighting Evil, and one of the pages has a step by step guide on how to “dance with your nemesis.”

Now I can’t stop picturing Perry doing this in all seriousness.

phineas and ferb heritage post

There's a scene in very early 60's Doctor Who where a character falls into a swamp, I think, and they throw not a rag doll, but a card board cut out of the actor. 10/10 they don't make 'em like this no more

I was surprised to find that the famous Jazzy Jeff throw was not a ragdoll as i remembered it, because the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air is absolutely a stalwart of Character Gets Thrown Dramatically

And the funny thing is, you always knew when Jazzy Jeff was about to get thrown out because he would always wear that same shirt for consistency.

I haven't really seen anyone talking about Wick's sexual harassment of Jud. He's making the guy listen to him as he details numerous fictitious masturbation stories. He goes into his fantasies and his positions in the very first confession so I can only assume it escalates from there. and we know that he does this multiple times, (probably often) in a way that means Jud has no way to avoid hearing about them, and also in a way which violates a sacred duty that Jud is bound to AND is a gross power play when Wicks has a senior position over Jud. Like, I know it's an extension of his disgusting power plays but I've seen quite a few posts about the misogyny and not much about that.

... the worst bit is I know several people this could be, especially given the 'in Australia' clarification

If you know them then there's a chance I might know some of them and that thought will keep me up at night.

This wasn’t the guy who we all know who used to spray his jeans with Mortein and then light himself on fire, was it?

He used to sit at the back of the bus, cup his hand, spray deodorant into it, then open it and light it on fire with a lighter in one fell swoop to try and impress girls.

He had to stop because the bus company begged our school to tell him to stop bc of legal liability. His hands never actually got damaged after doing it for about a year.

I reached out to my old friend in question here, because I've been thinking about him all day.

I do not know what "the amulet" is. I have no idea what "the amulet" is referring to.

I instantly remembered when he said that.

While we were all at the local park doing legal things that teenagers would do back in the late 2000s, my friend here found a rock at our old smoke spot that was unusually smooth and flat. He liked it so much that he took it to the woodwork classrooms at school, drilled a hole in it, and hung it on a necklace.

When we asked why he weanwearing this dinky-ass pebble on his neck, he claimed it prevented him from ever getting food-related illnesses: wouldn't get food poisoning, couldn't over-eat, was able to ingest anything (prior to him finding The Amulet, a few of us used to play a game called "Devil's Piss" where we would take turns shoving random food bits into a bottle of coke, and the first person to take a sip would get two dollars from the other players).

When we all asked him for the proof that this rock is magical—because nobody believed him, obviously—he said to meet him behind the History block at lunch, where he said he would drink two litres (or half a gallon) of milk in one go and not puke.

We met him there, and about ten of us all watched him down a whole bottle of strawberry milk in two or three breaths.

He didn't puke.

He jumped up and down and punched his stomach to prove it.

He still didn't puke.

I'm so glad I'm alive.

Busted in a lie.

Kristi Noem's attitude is max stupidity + max scorn for democracy.

Interaction witnessed at post office today:

Elderly lady mail clerk and young customer are chatting. Customer says, "oh! I'm wearing my boss's coat right now, give me something weird to put in the pocket!" Others within earshot all start looking for something because, hey, important quest. Mail clerk finally reaches under counter, pulls out a large roll of labels, and tears one off.

Twas this