#fuckin gross

[labelleizzy]

Flags to be raised for Trump's inauguration, despite half-staff order for Carter's death https://www.npr.org/2025/01/15/g-s1-42957/flags-to-be-raised-for-trumps-inauguration-despite-half-staff-order-for-carters-death

(also see prior precedent noted at the end of the article, of half-staff during Nixon's inauguration due to Truman's passing the month prior)

[shipperwolf1]

Non-Binary Identities ARE NOT Sexist

[painful-vomit]

Did any of you see that weird shit BK did last year where they made a whopper with a purple bun as a tie in with the Addams Family movie

[wetpapert0wel]

SINCE WHEN DOES THESAURUS.COM REQUIRE YOU TO MAKE AN ACCOUNT TO COMPARE SYNONYMS?????

[the-cheshire-cat-grin]

Nah im done chattin with randos in the cod lobby cause tell me why i cant say some shit without mr. Gamer bro sayin "oh i hear a sweet little voice 😍 but i got a feeling shes got a mean side 😏"

[tinabelcherseverythingisokface]

I can’t be the only one who’s grossed out when I see cats on someone’s kitchen counter, right? Go dip your hands in their litter box before the next time you cook, save some time.

Source: threenawtycats

[inkskinned]

we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.

"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."

i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.

you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"

i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.

what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.

i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.

"don't make a big deal about this," you said.

this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.

"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.

you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."

the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.

afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."

[dapper-lil-catgirl]

hey the op of that post about netflix the witcher is a fucking weirdo check their most popular posts

oh yeah theres some fucking gross shit in there. thanks for letting me know

[sbeveharmy]

Update:

The gym still has fuckin gnats in the showers.

[gothneighbor]

When people describe “crunchy moms” I imagine a crunchy booger for some reason and that’s probably what covers their kids faces tbh

[briearesea]

Things a totally normal and well-adjusted person who is not a creepy fucking weirdo say.

[redglittercoffin]

listen i understand that makeup is an art form but when i see reels of women literally peeling their face off i want to burn this place down

[front-facing-pokemon]

[sammaggs]

It’s blurry because I was shaking so bad and I deeply embarrassed myself I was exceptionally uncool but guys he shook my hand and he said “Thank you Sam” and I looked directly into his eyes at least once so I’m gonna chalk this one up to a WIN

[distortedclouds]

Ships where the woman is older >>>>

[vladdyissues]

workin' on the clone gestation AU, thanks to the kick in the ass you gave me, thought you might like to know one of the ideas in the way too big idea overflow doc now is, and I quote:

-Danny ends up shapeshifting a little to appear as Vlad's age-appropriate partner for something or other and Vlad is completely unprepared for Danny roleplaying as a silver fox while still being a cheeky smartass taking any opportunity to reference personal history in a way that makes Vlad sounf as weird as he is (e.g. "Oh we met when he wanted my collaboration on something personal, so he invited me to his creepy cheese castle and dragged me to his secret tech lab in the middle of the night.")

This could be an episode. I want this to be an episode. One where Danny learns to shift his form, both ghost half and human half, into anything he wants. (And then unwittingly gets stuck in one form and has to undertake some grueling task to change back, or wait for it to run its course.)

In the meantime, he'd be using all sorts of "old people" language and constantly having his anachronisms corrected by Vlad.

"We didn't have microwaves in the 60s, Daniel. We ate real food—suspended in a matrix of lime-flavored gelatin, the way God intended."