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i literally can’t listen to tik tok by kesha without thinking about that goddamn star trek tos fanvid…you know the one
this fucking video
Congrats to the creator of this video for being the only funny person on the internet ever
And now you know what perfection looks like
Best part:
‘That Kesha tweet was probably faked …’ *checks* ‘… HUH.’
Hell Yeah
Shout out to everyone else who scrolled back up after seeing the reaction meme
@ cis het Native men you're not a warrior until you've punched a nazi, rapist or wife-beater.
Why? Cuz most Native women and Two Spirits already have.
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.
I was in bed rubbing my feet all over the cat, as you do, and forgot about why the silky smoothness of siamese fur is so soothing. It's cat grease.
So I'm laying here, tootsies all smothered in cat grease, when the phone rings. Took one step, slipped in 2 directions at once, fell back onto the bed, and launched Calcifer into the sun.
I got my new appliances today, and though I still need to find help with the washer and dryer... they're sooooo pretty and shiny.
And it was all free. If I'm gonna be too poor to buy shampoo and too crippled to move, at least I'm gonna get new stuff. There's ALWAYS a bright side somewhere. You just have to move the dryer and sweep up 8 lbs of old mouse poop to find it sometimes.
All I asked for was help with a $50 washer repair. I think my cats witched it all so they could have boxes to play in.
being a cat is like hellooooooo is anyone here going to be small and loud????? and then you dont wait for an answer
A few memories about my father that surface when I'm being weird about my cats, like accidentally training them to expect instant towel drying when they come in wet.
If it was raining, Dad would pick up Quarter, tuck her under his flannel, carry her to the garage, then set her gently down on the warm cushy chair by the woodstove because he didn't want her precious little paws getting cold and wet.
When Jack was too old and arthritic to properly enjoy their daily walkabout anymore, Dad carried him and set him down every few yards to look at stuff and sniff things. I swear it looked like Oscar the Grouch and that guy who carried the trash can around.
When Pigeon's asthma flared up, Dad went without his oxygen to strap his mask on his cat for a few minutes, and cover her with a tea towel to keep her warm.
THAT'S LOVE. And if you're not prepared to love a cat like that, why bother? Mine are so spoiled, they're growing mold.
I don't have a devil and an angel on my shoulders, I have these two.
if you think about it, every time we tranquilize animals to transport them safely to another place, we are the sleep paralysis demon
