Update: he finally got the cat to the vet to see if she had a microchip
I was already on board with his sweet wholesome open-to-love-and-nurturing heart but I was fully unprepared for getting to that last tweet and seeing how off the hook HOT dude is
Decided to say fuck it to my congestion. Closed myself in the guest bathroom, blocked out all ventilation, turned my massive humidifier on full blast and ran myself the hottest bath i can stand.
This is my enclosure. I live here now. I have recreated the water cycle in a matter of minutes and can finally breathe.
I am once again at a loss for words. From @/ democracynow [@/ JoshuaPHill on X. 12/22/23.]
[Image description: “Satellite imagery shows Israel’s razing of Gaza agricultural land.” A ‘before’ picture shows an aerial picture of lush green fields and areas of healthy crops, as well as the location of a greenhouse. An 'after,’ photo shows an aerial view of a completely desolate land -there are no crops, no greenhouse, and no greenery.]
i can’t even begin to imagine how wael al-dahdouh feels this is worse than death this is the most painful fate imaginable!! just watching all his family and loved ones die one after another how can they be so cruel?!!
“My biggest hope is to for Allah to be pleased with me and to grant me more strength and patience. This is the difference between us and our enemies. We embrace the beauty of the human spirit, and they embrace the feelings of murderous hate and evil bitterness. I will cry and mourn and then I will go back to do my humanitarian work. The whole world needs to know about the atrocities happing in Gaza, including the murder of journalists”.
This is only a short summary of his speech. It deserves to be translated in full.
This is legit great because it shows that it’s not the cat that’s the problem, it’s the broom. The cat just needed someone to make an accommodation so they could fly too.
TIK TOK MUST BE STOPPED BEFORE IT DESTROYS LANGUAGE
Ok, unless something’s going on I’m not aware of (extremely likely), I gotta point out the term “Pet Play” is significantly older than Tik Tok, or most of its userbase for that matter.
Yeah, I’m not mad about using the term “pet play”. That’s a perfectly fine term. I’m mad because they didn’t use that term: they used “pet p!ay”, a censored version
Oh. Oh gawd I missed that. Objection withdrawn, that is objectively terrible.
To anybody who is new to posting on ao3, if you’re using a tag you have to use the correct spelling of that tag. People aren’t going to type in every version of a censored word to hide or look for your content 
For everyone new to tumblr, the same rule applies to tumblr too.
You cannot censor your tags! Censored tags cannot be block or filtered. Censoring tags HARMS your audience, it does not protect them
we are on like covid variant #100037 and rsv/flu/pneumonia cases are rising and people will show up unmasked and be like “yeah i’ve been sick for days :/” like. ok. Get the fuck away from me then? why are you out here breathing on everything. the very least you could be doing is masking. NOT hacking into open air every two seconds.
i feel genuinely insane for getting annoyed whenever people just cough into their hands and touch shit or directly cough into the air but it’s like. that’s bad. right. that is rude. that is not something you should be doing. above the age of three. can we acknowledge this. Hello
A glitch of a ghost in the machine that causes every error in the game
The White Eyes character, stemming from a texture error, which becomes associated with the cave noise & eventually leads to the creation of the Herobrine myth
Transgender swag
The fucken. Brocraft stream that links to that ONE image & implies that either you or Herobrine are “asleep” & dreaming
The way that Herobrine myths kicked up due to the TF2 influx, after the devs made mention of the game
Every single unexplained structure in the game, all abandoned, all without a clear group that created them can & will be associated with Herobrine
The mineshafts. The ruined portals. The deep dark. It’s kind of like a story, told in three arcs, if you squint right
Like something that used to live there, toiled in the soil along with the worms
Like something that got locked away, that wants to go back
Like something that needs to be kept out
Every single zombie looks like Steve. Does that say anything? Does it imply something about Herobrine, another reflection, but maybe a bit more sentient? With teeth that are a bit more sharp, with a malice that is a bit more cold?
Mojang putting the “Removed Herobrine” note in for YEARS, then one day dropping it, only to bring it back 3 years later
N*tch being scrubbed from the game’s lore, so he’s also (sometimes) scrubbed from Herobrine’s lore, leading to alternate origins
He is the first player. He is the ghost of a fellow player. He is an architect, a miner, a builder. He is a friend to all the mobs, & an enemy to those that take all the trees & never replant the saplings. He is a curious onlooker, probably harmless. He is a deep loathing. He is a danger, a legend, just a myth, but is he?
The way that people’s opinions of Herobrine have shifted through years, like a litmus test for Minecraft players as a whole
It starts with the eerie feeling of being in a room you KNOW should be empty, but feeling eyes on you, anyways & ends with a sad type of goodbye, a dreamer seeking a dreamer condemned
The way he’s more quiet, more calm, less prone to the griefing & attacks he was once known for, like his fire has cooled with time
The Minecraft end poem. Maybe. Do you think Herobrine ever got to hear those words? “I love you,” & “You have played the game well”?
The person with the Herobrine username, which has had the catboy Herobrine skin on for years o7
my heart goes out to the people who feel like they will forever be the friend who walks on the grass. the people who believe they will never be part of the main group. the people who think they live in the background and can come out of the shade into the sun only when there’s room which there often is not. I am reaching out my hand and taking you with me away from people who don’t appreciate you and we will walk under the sun together with us both on the sidewalk
Bowser is going to thrust his hot balls in your direction!
Get some action with the new demo for Mario Strikers: Battle League Football is now available on Nintendo Switch eShop. Get in there with as many friends as you can fit!
I dunno maybe I’m way way off base and I’m gonna pay for it later in life but I just don’t think that letting my kid dip a few pretzel sticks in Nutella an hour before dinner should be considered morally unconscionable.
When I say my closer to three then two year old will eat anything I mean the only 2 things she refuses to eat are carrots and a peanutbutter. She eats soup, she eats all of her food touching, she eats salad and sushi and peas and chili and any form of potato available, and I think it’s because I just refuse to have food rules. She gets to have eggs and fruit snacks for breakfast if that’s what she asks for. We usually have baby charcuterie for lunch. We always have dessert. Sometimes we have dessert and then dinner. Sometimes we stop dinner in the middle of the meal for some cake and then we go back to dinner. It drives most people in our life insane. Even the most open and understanding people.
I spent so many years with such insane food rules and thinking certain foods were good and others were bad and I still fight with it and hatred towards my body that we’re fed from the youngest age and I refuse to let that happen to her.
So no she doesn’t have to finish her plate to get ice cream. She doesn’t have to eat all her veggies to be excused. She’s allowed to enjoy food as it comes to her as she learns and experiences it. And so far it’s paid off she’ll literally eat anything.
Except peanut butter
We do have a weird distrust issue where she does not believe we are all eating the same thing for dinner (we literally always are) and she has to go around to every bowl like Goldilocks and take a bite from everyone’s before she is satisfied
Like girlie we’re all eating chili. Idk what to tell you.
She was poisoned in a past life
Stop it this is the funniest addition to my post because she truly investigates like a queen who her people are trying to poison her
Knowing a fic author through AO3 is like attending someone’s thesis presentation and politely clapping at the end, knowing a fic author through this hellsite is like going over to their house at 3AM to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar
Sometimes I attend somebody’s thesis presentation and I’m so impressed that I follow them home to watch them eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am.
Sometimes I watch someone eat mayonnaise out of a jar at 3am with such fervour I am compelled to attend their thesis presentation
growing up with percy jackson and now being an adult watching the show means that when i first read the books i imagined myself as one of the gang, bc i was a kid myself same age as them, and now i can SEE they’re a bunch of CHILDREN GETTING TRAUMATIZED AND HURT and it’s gonna fucking destroy me
Are teens really anti-social and non-conversational and stuck on their phones or are you just trying to form a conversation while asking them about stuff like their school curriculum (a tedious repetitive thing they at best suffer and at worst suffer from) while dissmissing them whenever they attempt to talk about their interests?
in-school-suspension was honestly so extremely funny because i had undiagnosed Problems Disorder and unironically i LOVED being sent to ISS.
average day of ISS (sent there for 3 days because i was late to a class three times within a 9-week period):
arrive at school and say a silly dramatic farewell to my besties
stop at each of my classrooms to receive makeup work from my teachers which always ends up being some bullshit worksheet or textbook busywork
arrive at ISS portable and go through the daily rigamarole intro of “you are Bad and you should Feel Bad. welcome to Bad Class, a confirmation that you will never make anything of your life, you horrid creature. you are not allowed to speak, eat, or feel joy. no doodling or reading, if you don’t have makeup work or homework i will assign busywork to you. fuck you. *spits*”
spend the next 4 hours doing my busywork. it is QUIET. i can CONCENTRATE. the work gets DONE EARLY.
the work only took 2 hours maximum, i spend the other 2 hours writing fanfiction manually in a composition book pretending that I’m doing textbook work. i am having the time of my life.
our lunch time is the 10 minutes between the two lunch periods. there is no line, because there’s only ever 5-15 ISS students. i get to EAT instead of STANDING IN A LINE for half an hour and only having 4 minutes to scarf down my garbage.
at the end of lunch, we are led in a big duck line through the school and we each get to stop off at our usual classes and pick up work to do. i already did this in the morning, so i use my time to say hi to my friends and figure out what the homework will be tonight.
for the last 2 hours of the day i do my homework. IT GETS DONE. this is the ONLY time during high school where homework gets done. zero exaggeration. i never did homework unless i was actively in a classroom with no choice but to do homework.
we get the usual outro of “this has been your day in Bad Class, because you’re a Bad Child. some of you will be here tomorrow, some of you will not, but i’ll see you again in a couple of weeks, because you are Bad and will always be Bad.”
the school day is over, i did not encounter any of my bullies, i did not have to ‘participate in class’. i got all of my work done and then some. i got to work on my fanfics. i hang out with my friends after school and talk to others on myspace/facebook.
it is the best three days i have in recent memory.
hello shrimp! you must be exhausted from frying all that rice. why don't you come take a nice warm bath in this completely unsuspicious pot that i have? ignore all the carrots. they are also just destressing :)
This is the guy who will ask THE GOD OF WAR if he’s scared to fight him, hold up the sky, fall into Tartarus, save Olympus AND defeat the monsters it takes the other hero’s years to defeat
Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.
Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.
Even in the midst of the new year’s excitement, I genuinely can’t stop being haunted by thoughts of Palestine. We have the privilege of celebrating the new year, making resolutions, looking forward to the blessings in the year ahead—but many Palestinian children didn’t get that privilege. Hundreds upon hundreds of children far younger than me have died in the past 3 months; won’t get the luxury of sharing in this flurry of excitement and joy. Many more are biding their time, not knowing when their last day is. Tonight will mark a new beginning, but I hope it also heralds a year of far more people advocating for Palestine, sharing the atrocities that have been committed in Palestine, boycotting brands supporting Palestinian genocide, and just all around finally coming to terms with the fact that Palestinian genocide SHOULD be their concern—even if they’re not being directly affected by it. More people need to be aware that educating themselves on this should not be a choice, but a responsibility and a must.
