What's the point anymore?

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That wonderful home cooking! #vintage #cottagecore #supertaster #aesthetic #momcore

What did I do to deserve a fate such as this.

girl it was already blazed....naught but embers

I got a lot of feedback on my old doodle with short-haired Charlie

and ppl asked me if there was more and… I sketched a little more…

She reminds me of Rapunzel, so it makes sense to me

It is possible that somewhere off the coast of Newfoundland there is an iceberg shaped like a giant dick.

IT'S REAL

AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER COMES FROM DILDO, NEWFOUNDLAND

ITS REAL

Mr. Pretty from Dildo, Newfoundland photographed a Giant Penis Shaped Iceberg

IN CONCEPTION BAY

This reads like an article in the postillion

it's always good to have your bestie in inventory

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girl im bored lets browse academic articles

Hot tip: if you want to see scientists being snarky and sardonic, type ‘Reply to’ into google scholar and make yourself some popcorn. You can add your field of interest to the search or narrow down the timeframe to make it more specific or recent.

holy smokes. dr scherz it’s an honor

Black coffee enjoyers fighting the longest war known to man

they're goofin

lord the peasants are so loud today

pheasants. PHeasants. The birds

Don't you mean classist Typo, as in discriminating against poor people, and not classicist, the type of academic who studies antiquity in southern Europe?

Since Astarion can become a monster hunter post game, releasing 7000 derranged bloodthirsty vampires into the wild actually makes sense.

"I will solve your vampire problem!"

"You created it in the first place."

"But I will solve it."

Anyone want to hang out with me in the Bhaal pit?

to the casual observer it may look like i'm trying to summon a demon but anyone who knows me will realize that i am simply calling my wife

The wife and the demon are the same person

The fact that these replies would mean wildly different thing had they been said on a different platform, such as Facebook, is absolutely hilarious

me before getting to the end of this post

I wonder how Lucifer would react to hearing Charlie made a deal with Alastor... I'm sure it will be fine!

Our Japanese class found it funny that in common terminology "food" isn't very distinguished from specifically "rice" until it was pointed out to us that in English "meal" is "loose roughly ground grain"

humans be like staple crop

staple crop to what

directly to forehead

The tailors at Colonial Williamsburg made a suit for their cat

The best part is that they were inspired by a diary entry from 1775, written by a 12 year old tailor’s apprentice who had been left unsupervised all day and decided to make a suit for a cat. Here’s a link to the blog post about it, but I’ll just paste the whole diary entry here:

“I had been at work about two months when Christmas came on – and here I must relate a little anecdote. The principal [the tailor] and his lady were invited to a party among their friends…while it devolved on me to stay at home and keep house. There was nothing left me in charge to do, only to take care of the house. There was a large cat that generally lay about the fire. In order to try my mechanical powers, I concluded to make a suit of clothing for puss, and for my purpose gathered some scraps of cloth that lay about the shop-board, and went to work as hard as I could. Late in the evening I got my suit of clothes finished; I caught the cat, put on the whole suit – coat, vest, and small-clothes [breeches] – buttoned all on tight, and set down my cat to inspect the fit. 

“Unfortunately for me there was a hole through the floor close to the fireplace, just large enough for the cat to pass down; after making some efforts to get rid of the clothes, and failing, pussy descended through the hole and disappeared; the floor was tight and the house underpinned with brick, so there was no chance of pursuit. I consoled myself with a hope that the cat would extricate itself from its incumbrance, but not so; night came and I had made on a good fire and seated myself for some two or three hours after dark, when who should make their appearance but my master and mistress and two young men, all in good humor, with two or three bottles of rum. After all were seated around the fire, who should appear amongst us but the cat in his uniform. I was struck speechless, the secret was out and had no chance of concealing; the cat was caught, the whole work inspected and the question asked, is this your day’s work? I was obliged to answer in the affirmative; I would then have been willing to take a good whipping, and let it stop there, but no, to complete my mortification the clothes were carefully taken off the cat and hung up in the shop for the inspection of all customers that came in.”

“I was hoping they’d beat me and forget about it but to my horror they stuck my work up on the fridge”