Do you sometimes read a fic writer’s work, and just… thank all the gods this person managed to get obsessed with the same fictional people you did?
BETTER NAMES:
- the ‘WE HAVE A VERY AFFECTIONATE PET MOUNTAIN LION’ bed
- the ‘OUR NINJA BODYGUARD HAS TO SLEEP *SOMEWHERE*’ bed
- the ‘YOU’RE GROUNDED - DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT SNEAKING OUT’ bed
- the ‘WE’RE POLY BUT SOMETIMES ONE OF US NEEDS ELBOW SPACE’ bed
imagine your ot3
the “Not everyone in the triad is into cuddling but doesn’t want to miss out on late-night conversations and morning tea” bed
Team Rocket’s bed
Meowth alone on the bottom with Jessie and James up top
I had no idea where this post was going and it’s so pleasant
It went to the best place possible.
Do you ever eat popcorn out of the palm of your own hand with such ardent desperation that you feel like both a wild horse and the gentle schoolgirl feeding it treats to gain its affection
Hey there guys. It’s me, in 2022, commenting on this post from 2016. There’s been a lot of people on this site lately being like “oooh no don’t make viral uwu I’m so pathetic, little, and defenseless and my poor notifications can’t handle 10k reblogs” well first of all ALL of us are pathetic, little, and defenseless and secondly none of our notifications can handle 10k reblogs and thirdly I’m not a coward and I think this should have a million notes. Not because of its own merit as a post, I just think it’d be funny if when I turn 30 this year and I reflect on the greatest accomplishments of my life thus far, I have to at least consider putting “famous tumblr popcorn post” on the list
Hi there guys. It’s me, again. It is December 8, and my birthday is December 16 (and fyi I didn’t even get my birthday off from work which I’m being so brave about, just saying) and I want you all to gather round and listen to my pitch. I could tell you that I really want this, which I do but I also think it’d be really funny to NOT reach my goal and to start my thirties on the note of failure but like a really stupid kind that doesn’t matter and is very funny. I could tell you that getting this post to a million notes will benefit you in some way, but it absolutely won’t, except in the general tumblr sense of getting to participate in committing to the crowdsourced bit, which is actually the truest joy this webbed site can offer. I could even be very earnest and say something how for better or worse tumblr had a hand in defining my twenties, and even when I’ve been infuriated with parts of it, it is genuinely the only social media that doesn’t make me feel like shit and isn’t impossible for me to use, and at very hard times in my life the weird community has been a comfort, but that’s TOO EARNEST. Knock that shit off.
Instead, I offer you this: if you reblog this post with tags, like anything at all in the tags, multiple reblogs won’t be collated together meaning that you can make my notifications truly unusable. Think about that you fuckin jackals. Can you resist the urge to be both helpful and annoying as shit
Happy birthday to AO3 🎂🎉
Amazing to think AO3 launched the year I graduated college.
My adaptation of the God of Arepo short story, which was originally up at ShortBox Comics Fair for charity. You can get a copy of the DRM-free ebook here for free - and I'd encourage you to donate to Mighty Writers or The Ministry of Stories in exchange.
Again it's an honour to be drawing one of my favourite short stories ever. Thank you so much for the original authors for creating this story; and for everyone who bought a copy and donated to the above non-profits.
so much care put into housing this aging spider. why are my eyes wet
Alien Scientist: No, you don’t understand. Humans will pack bond with anything.
you've gotta have friends who are older than you, not because you're a dumb kid, but because you'll be terrified of growing up otherwise
being the oldest person you allow yourself to know will eat holes in your brain and you'll start saying weird stuff
I can’t say enough how good this advice is.
oh no poor babies i’m very glad they’re being cared for though…
fun fact, these are apparently not some breeder’s birds, but some of the feral chickens that wander Key West. like quite a few oddities, they are an important part of Key West culture…
the fact that someone responded to a hurricane with “shit, gotta get the feral chickens” restores my faith in humanity
and then “shit, the feral chickens aren’t gonna chill in my minivan, better roll ‘em like a fat j” immediately afterwards
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