You ever stop and wonder how we thrived as a species when our women died in childbirth, our men died in wars, and our children universally have negative self preservation instincts? Cause I am now
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You ever stop and wonder how we thrived as a species when our women died in childbirth, our men died in wars, and our children universally have negative self preservation instincts? Cause I am now
Click here if you’d like to read from the start
He’s tryna explain the code but Jacob aint listening
Absolutely losing it at this Reddit post
And the update
She buttered Jorts
The outrage summed in a perfect Tweet:
FINALLY
I’ve been collecting the best Jorts tweets and waiting until the moment he showed up on my dash to post them. So here you are, the curated best of the past, oh, day or so:
ah look it's my token straight ship
“Could you stop embarassing me?” “You’re my sister. It’s my duty.”
Me, doing another “one hour sketch thing just to get it out of my system”? More likely than you think, apparently.
This was a school assignment for my illustration seminar class where we had to create 3 cards with our own illustrations on them in a series. I decided to do tarot cards with some of our favorite childhood figures on them.
Fun fact: I actually asked someone who knew the Rogers family if he had a favorite mug, and he did! He had a “World’s Best Dad” mug from his son. Talk about a small world!
Meanings of the cards (and feel free to correct me, but I added sources):
Hope you all enjoy!
Cat tax
light in the dark~
The Holy Trinity of the Adidas Aesthetic - The Father, The Son, and The Holy Ghost
It’s 5 am, I haven’t drawn in months again, I don’t even have a working Photoshop anymore (it’s for the best) and we all know exactly what I’m doing. Staying up badly sketching Woof nd Ray-ray scenes that won’t leave my fucking head. As cursed as that thing I just fucking wrote. Shit from Ch 1, Ch 16, ch 27 and *checks smudged writing on hand* ch30 *smudges writing further*
If you fall, I’ll catch If you love, I’ll love~
If you fall, I’ll catch;
if you love, I’ll love~
What a load of crap !!! One thing for certain… cats don’t give a rat’s ass what B.S. you tell about them. They refuse to care less, either about what you think of them, or about the people they love.
“Cats don’t miss you when you’re gone” is a ton of bs. Whenever I leave to go anywhere, I can hear my cats meowing at the door within moments trying to find me. They sit in the window watching for me to come home and they are at the door to greet me almost every single time.
Cats also grieve. This cat watches a video of their owner who had passed away and he tries to cuddle up with the phone. The look on his face when they zoom in on him brings me to tears every time.
One of our cats comes and sleeps next to me when he sees that I’m not feeling well. If he’s in the kitchen when I come down for food with cramps or with a cold, he’ll follow me back upstairs and lay down on me and purr.
Cats are aloof animals who don’t put up with nonsense, will defend their boundaries with claws, and sometimes like to push things down to see what happens, but they aren’t jerks.
“I’ll do your hair if you do my diplomacy paperwork.”
“... when is it due?”
“Two...”
“Two... days?”
“Two hours.”
“...”
yeah if you all thought my laptop dying would stop me from indulging in my new obsession y’all think too highly of me. Only my depression can stop me. that and the anon from the other day calling the police please have mercy