#carp loves you and you love it

[questionableadvice]

Please Post Conspicuously. People, please consider the humble carp. It is easily digestible. Also, it can be cooked in such a way as to remove the muddy taste. Catch the carp! Buy the carp! Make carp jelly! Give it for the holidays! Keep it as a pet! Wear it as a hat!

CARP!

Brought to you by the United States Bureau of Fisheries, 1911.

[meltedmush]

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LBH: Mom…?

LBH: Mom…?

LBH: Mom!

LBH: Mom!!!

LBH: Mom, wake up!

LBH: Don’t scare me!

LBH: Mom!

LBH: I brought back the porridge you wanted!

LBH: Mom!

LBH: Mom.

I didn’t realize how much angst I drew over this past week,, 😭

[tortured-poet-of-thursday]

why can’t gay people flirt normally like tf you mean “no <3”

[chipou-art]

It is currently October 8th in Japan so happy birthday Nishiki! 🎏

I love his character so much more than I could express, he means a lot to me ♡

[mikayesha]

feeling like a saggy massive sack of shit

[oxventurequotes]

luke: i want to talk to you about a substance close to my heart.

luke: wood.

[natjennie]

thinking about how much a time loop ghosts fic would rip like. maybe it's carpe diem right. like imagine cap doesn't reveal his story, he chickens out, the clock strikes midnight no one moves on they dance they go to bed they wake up.

the morning clubs and discussions seem vaguely familiar but, he's been dead almost 80 years, they run into repeating themselves sometimes, it doesn't register as weird. but when robin runs in yelling that there's a pattern to when they move on, cap starts to get confused. maybe robin is just trying again, he thinks it's TODAY instead? but everyone is reacting like this is the first time they've heard it. maybe he dreamed last night? but he's never had such vivid dreams. strange. he's on edge all day, coming up with theories, and everyone who talks to him can tell there's something a little off. but he doesn't rush into things, so he tries his best to do things the same as yesterday and not make anyone suspicious, but keeps an eye out for anything weird. and he has nothing, clock, dance, sleep. maybe it was a weird dream? but here robin comes again and now he knows something is wrong. so then like, who would he go to first? how does he tell the different ghosts?

there's loops upon loops where he tries telling some of them but not others, having to learn the specific things to say to convince them it's happening and to get them to help. there's loops where he goes to alison and loops where he doesn't and loops where he tries staying away from everyone all day and loops where he can quote what everyone is gonna say before they say it and then. he starts to think, is this really any different than being a ghost in the first place? he's so tired and nothing is working and. maybe he should just give up. experiencing this day over and over again isnt functionally any different than experiencing mindless other days over and over again for years on end. and then he starts to question himself. has this happened before and he's just never noticed? where there years in there, before alison, before pat's clubs, when he'd done the same day multiple times and just been so used to the monotony it didn't register?

and he falls into this like hole of grief and fear and confusion and mostly he thinks about havers. about how if he was here, he would know what to do. about how he always knew what to do. and for loops and loops on end, he stops counting, all he does is wish havers was there with him. he grips the swagger stick so hard it snaps and he throws it as far into the forest and as deep into the lake as he can just to watch it reappear in his hands and he thinks about anthony. about what he had, about what he lost, about what he still has to gain. and he thinks that maybe his family deserve to know. it's not that he owes it to them, it's not something being dragged out of him, taken, like everything else. this is something he can give, freely, and maybe, just maybe, it'll start to feel a little lighter.

so he decides, tomorrow, or today, or the same yesterday, or however it works. next loop, he'll tell them. he keeps everything as similar as he can to that first day, in case this doesn't work and he has to start changing variables again, and when the clock starts to chime, he tells them. and he grips the stick over his heart and he's ready.

[odinsblog]

This resonated with me sO hard, because I’ve been here on tumblrdotcom for a good long minute now, and I’m always amazed at the absolutely drop dead gorgeous people who lament about their looks—especially women, non-white women and people who identify/present as women. These people aren’t fishing for compliments, they’ve somehow been genuinely convinced that they’re mid when they are everything but. Look, I understand that society and unrelenting, aggressive capitalistic marketing contribute to this, but please dO appreciate yourselves and what you have now. Your youth won’t last indefinitely. Eventually it will pass. Fuck the haters and enjoy whatever you have while you still can. Carpe diem. Carpe diem at every age, but especially now, today.

[tibialtybalt]

give me tsv drawing ideas that arent twin mouths for once in my sorry life

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Daily fish fact #516

Common carp!

The species is classified as invasive in many areas, but it is a vulnerable species in its natural range! Common carp domestication has very long roots, hence why its range has become so large.

[greendayauthority]

Song messages in the deluxe version of the ¡Uno! book

Nuclear Family

'Pick a summer... and summer... take a peek at the salt water and who gives a fuck... ya know? That's where this begins'

Stay the Night

'Haven't felt an impulse like this in eons. I guess that heart burn never goes away... just a bit caged'

Carpe Diem

'"Too young to die?" Well I say "aren't all too young to die?" Does the future have enough time to live in the moment?

Let Yourself Go

'How much can I pay you not to finish your story? You keep telling the same story over & over & over & over & over & over & over punch me in the fucking face!'

Kill the DJ

'Ah yes, which leads us to this 4 on the floor. Sometimes I could drink my way through this era. Take pills & fuck the noise away. And dance in the ashes of nonsense.'

Fell For You

'Wet dreams for the middle-fuck crisis. Keep your heart in a box with a lock on it for god's sake!'

Billie Joe also said something similar on the closing night of American Idiot on Broadway: 'Keep your fucking heart young, goddammit. Keep it fucking all comfy all the time. Don’t fucking stop, there’s a reason why that hand is holding the heart. It just keeps squeeze that motherfucker till it still bleeds every goddamn day.'

Loss of Control

'Look how far we've come.'

Troublemaker

'✓ Beach ✓ Douchebags ✓ Sluts ✓ Bars ✓ Tattoo shops. How convenient!'

Angel Blue

'It's better to just rip the band-aid off'

'Baby has barely started!'

Sweet 16

'I remember you drinking Olde English driving all the way out. Sunbathing at Pinole Shores. My Minnesota Girl. Always.'

Rusty James

'I read your book... it was a piece of shit. You traded that spiked belt in for a killer job at Pete's Coffee. Way to go! By the way, I've always wanted to smash your fucking teeth in. 🖤'

Oh Love

'Love like a good horror film.' / 'The tattoo wore off. More like "Oh well." I talked myself out of you. Even though I was never considered. Tension.'

[poetsconstellation]

Incorrect dps quotes

Charlie: Is there anyone here who’s actually straight?

Neil: *raises hand*

Todd: *puts his hand down*

Cameron: You need a hobby.

Neil: I have a hobby!

Cameron: Fawning over Todd isn’t a hobby.

*Charlie dies in a game with ships*

Knox: This ship is no longer a ship of love, it's a ship of vengeance, a gavel of justice against all that is wrong in the world, showing no mercy, as no mercy was shown to us.

Knox: The spark of love will now fuel the fires of destructive glory as I wage my war across the world with righteous fury.

Neil : Legend has it that Charlie still haunts the ship, stealing my fucking drinks.

Charlie: Of course I do.

Pitts : WHO ATE MY BREAD?!

Pitts : I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-

Meeks: I did?

Pitts : Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today Meeks.

Pitts : *walks away*

Meeks:

Meeks: They're gone Knox.

Knox, coming out the closet with bread stuffed in his mouth: Twankh uh!

*In the chip aisle at Walmart, doing a late-night grocery run.*

Todd: *Minding their own business, looking for tortilla chips.*

Todd: *Finds tortilla chips.*

Cameron , to Charlie: See, they know what they're here for. They know what they're doing. Be more like them. Make a decision, Charlie!

Cameron: Todd, gather the others. We need to have another Charlie-is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

Meeks, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Todd: Grey.

Knox: Grey.

Meeks, turning to Charlie: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Charlie: Dark white.

Meeks: I have a question.

Cameron: Shoot.

Meeks: Is the S or C in scent silent?

Neil: Fuck you, I’m going to be thinking about this all day.

Cameron: Okay well, cent is pronounced the same way as scent so I’m gonna say the S is silent.

Meeks: Okay, but sent is also spelled the same way.

Neil: Google says that the C was added in the late seventeenth century, so I guess the S is silent.

Charlie: Plot twist, both the S and the C are silent and the E actually makes the sss sound.

Neil: Charlie is not allowed to talk anymore.

Knox: You know you can die from that, right?

Todd: *smoking a cigarette* That’s the point.

Neil: *drinking alcohol* We’re trying to speed this up.

Pitts: *Eating raw cookie dough and nodding*

[crystalpallette]

I saw the pv for 별빛 세레나데 like three days after it went up, started this immediately, and then suffered for a month before finally finishing it today. better late than never right

[her-penetrating-soul]

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🤍 ‿"The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you, the world is transformed."⁀🤍

Jiddu Krishnamurti

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[itseasierthanithought]

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

~Bruce Coville

[rosetta-j-stone]

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