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I’m Just A Wet Boat Hermit

@wetboathermit

Cal, level 29 pirate bicon, he/him, Dungeons and Dragons and Memes and I don’t know what else to say welcome to my Brand™
BLM, ACAB, Pro-choice

You guys I just realized that what I’ve always wanted out of werewolf fiction is a story where lycanthropy isn’t a purely human condition

Like this dude wakes up from his wolfbender and his room is full of all these fucking chickens from local farms that he initiated into his pack. They all start clucking and crowing at the moon and when it’s full they all transform into these tiny little weird bipedal wolves with wings.

I don’t remember making this post but it’s going around again and I’m losing my shit

Imagine becoming a werewolf because you got attacked by a fucked up chicken

A wildlife rehab centre discovers that one of its patients is a lycanthrope when the full moon hits and their wolf transforms into a slightly different wolf.

looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3 be like:

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what the actual fuck

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ooh that sounds- what the fuck

unfinished

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the best fic ive ever read in my life. this absolutely ruined me and ill never be the same ever again

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Reblogging for the absolute brutal accuracy of this comment

"why do you always talk about carrying narcan with the same memey tone as ibuprofenposting? like what is this bit, what are you doing" 1. I am actively trying to make it seem like an easy, normal, and non-intimidating thing to do. which it is! a lot of people have access to naloxone but don't think to actually get any because they think they don't have a reason to need it, but if they just saw three memes about being a narcangirl then next time they see some on offer for free to the public then they might remember "wait. I'm the public. I, too, can be a narcangirl." 2. this isn't even a bit for me I am genuinely like this. me and my narcan #mynarcan

Fibonacci: Hmm... I sure wish there was a way to mathematically represent an empty quantity.

The simple yet useful Arabic numeral:

The weird thing with billionaires hoarding all the money to the point were it feels like there's not enough left for anyone else is that they're on the verge of breaking the system.

And when I say system I don't mean the economy or whatever, I mean the system of money being accepted tokens of a value concept.

Them holding all the money is like as if they want to play football with us but they're taking the ball, and locking the gates to the pitch, and hoping that we'll keep playing football with them. It's reaching a point where we can't help but realise that we're not actually even playing football, we're just standing on the outside of a small, locked pitch, with the food and everything on our side, while they sit locked inside with the ball. They'll say we can play football with them for three seconds and in exchange we must bring them more food than they could ever eat food. But like, why would we bother with the and their game that no one else is allowed play?

The rich are on the verge of breaking the social agreement that is money so badly that, if they do it juuuust right, it will make them both the emperor and the boy who says that he has no cloths.

Dude I haven't a fucking clue what to tag this with never mind what audience it's for. I'm not even sure it's coherent

I've scheduled this to reblog one year after I posted it a 1.20am on a Thursday. Not sure why. I'm very tired

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