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It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

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shout out to all the catboys and puppygirls reading this. I'm ruffling your hair and patting your head

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What's stopping you? You might not be a pangolin, but you are a human with free will, so what's stopping you from rolling in the mud? Do it. Roll in the mud. Be free.

oh to be a pangolin squirming around in the sludge 🥺🥺🥺 this would fix me

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Florkskin.

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We need this in American politics. I don't like you so I'm going to engage in a dominance ritual (I think that's what it is I'm not well versed in Maori culture). Beautiful.

Hana-Rawhiti Kareariki Maipi-Clarke, the youngest MP in Aotearoa, starts a haka to protest the first vote on a bill reinterpreting the 1840 Treaty of Waitangi

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stick

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Normalize this response

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self care checkpoint

this is a friendly reminder that you can meow like a kitten or woof like a dog, or make any sounds that you want to make. and you can make these sounds whenever you want

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many such cases

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I scream before a crowd of silicon; none shall respond; and those present remain only for what I can offer them in microtransactional advertisement money.

Bone itch bone itch bone itch bone itch bone itch bone itch bone itch bone itch

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rip mythbusters you would've loved destroying cybertrucks

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Once upon a time there was a small desert village with a single well outside town. One day a young woman went to the well to fetch water, and the well heard her crying, and asked “What’s wrong?”

She stopped her sobbing and asked the well “You can talk?”

“Yes,” said the well. ���Long ago, the witch who lives in this town gave me life so I could serve as a guardian to the townspeople.”

“Alas,” said the young woman. “I am the daughter of that witch. She lived in peace with the townsfolk for many years. But the new mayor, who is a violent and hateful man, riled the people up against her, and they burned her at the stake. I am young and still do not know very much magic. I tried to curse them, but my curses fizzled. Now I worry I will never avenge my mother’s death.”

“Do not be afraid,” said the well. “I will take care of this.”

The next morning, when the Mayor came to fetch water from the well, he heard an odd noise coming from the bottom. He peered over as far as he could to see what was happening. Then an impossibly long arm shot up from the bottom of the well, grabbed the mayor, and pulled him into the well shaft. There was a horrible crunching sound, and nobody ever saw the Mayor again. The townsfolk apologized to the witch’s daughter, and they all lived happily ever after.

Moral of the story: living well is the best revenge

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who s Albert