Mozzarella does her best impression of a sausage.
I just love how after he asks if it’s a sausage, it looks down like “oh shit! I am a sausage :o”
"Are you a sausage?"
"*cats looks down and back up* yah"
I love it when cats open their mouths wide open and all that comes out is a small peep
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurateAhahaha… Heyalpha-wolf-of-death-valley
sorry for the long post! anyway, i’ve put this doll pattern up on etsy with a very detailed tutorial for $12! the basic pattern without in-depth instructions is also up for $5. please check it out!! i’ve worked really hard on it & i think this type of doll could make a great handmade present for the holidays.
Anonymous said: Towards the whole "pronouns hurt people's feelings" topic. Am I REALLY the only person on the planet that thinks people are becoming far to sensative? Nearly to the point that they shouldn't leave their little home bubbles in the case that a bird chirps next to them in a way that sounds like a mean word. Maybe, JUST MAYBE, we're becoming a little TOO coddling and people need to learn to deal with simplistic shit like words. And yes, I've been insulted and made fun of. I got over it. So can you.
Supposedly invented by the Chinese, there is an ancient form of torture that is nothing more than cold, tiny drops falling upon a person’s forehead.
On its own, a single drop is nothing. It falls upon the brow making a tiny splash. It doesn’t hurt. No real harm comes from it.
In multitudes, the drops are still fairly harmless. Other than a damp forehead, there really is no cause for concern.
The key to the torture is being restrained. You cannot move. You must feel each drop. You have lost all control over stopping these drops of water from splashing on your forehead.
It still doesn’t seem like that big of a deal. But person after person, time and time again—would completely unravel psychologically. They all had a breaking point where each drop turned into a horror. Building and building until all sense of sanity was completely lost.
"It was just a joke, quite being so sensitive."
"They used the wrong pronoun, big deal."
"So your parents don’t understand, it could be worse."
Day after day. Drop after drop. It builds up. A single instance on its own is no big deal. A few drops, not a problem. But when you are restrained, when you cannot escape the drops, when it is unending—these drops can be agony.
People aren’t sensitive because they can’t take a joke. Because they can’t take being misgendered one time. Because they lack a thick skin.
People are sensitive because the drops are unending and they have no escape from them.
You are only seeing the tiny, harmless, single drop hitting these so-called “sensitive” people. You are failing to see the thousands of drops endured before that. You are failing to see the restraints that make them inescapable.
I want a game where you start off by creating your own character but instead of you picking from a menu you have a bunch of witches/wizards or potionmasters or something and they’re trying to summon a hero to help with something and you pick from a variety of ingredients and the not-really-random-but-not-what-you-were-expecting hero/heroine/herwhatisthat pops out of the cauldron and you can’t go back and restart your game
Please watch this video of a corgi on carousel and never be sad again.
THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT VIDEO
the world is a beautiful place after all
(Left to Right): Peter Buffett, Jimmie Briggs, Joe Ehrmann, Tony Porter,
Dave Zirin and Moderator Eve Ensler.
The one with the triangle hair is named Pearl.
The one with the long hair is named Amethyst.
The one with the square hair is Garnet.
Sac n°2: fait
Fringues du départ: Etalées sur le lit
Billet de train: Dans sac
Sometimes I think Wonder Woman sits around and thinks, “Man, I wish I could be Jay Justice.”
Sooo I work all weekend at Marvel...
All this spam telling me they can help me gain 3 inches but none of them are talking about my height