i wanna go where the mountains are

That sure I'd a delicious dwarf I MEAN DUNGEON

Muppets! Muppets! Muppets! More Muppets!

Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

not to be the guy who stops and admires the flowers but when I go outside. they do draw me in fr fr

you literally have shitty hide armor and a dull ass shortsword. let me guess. your loot is 6 gold coins too? 🙄

“yes, I’ve been wanting to read that!” I say with complete earnestness, as I proceed to ignore every opportunity I have to read it

“I’ve been meaning to read/watch/listen to that, but the stars are not in position, so I can’t do it yet”

I don't know who needs to hear this, but

YOU DO NOT NEED TO START A NEW HOBBY!

STEP AWAY FROM THE TEXTILES!

YOU DON'T NEED MORE YARN!

THAT FABRIC IS NOT CALLING TO YOU! LEAVE IT ALONE!

boy it's me the textiles speaking to you inside your head. you need the yarn. you need thread. your soul hungers to participate in the act of creation. you must feed it. you must buy so many beads.

every time i plug my phone in. every single time. if you know you know.

Three moods when I see my favorite artists/writers

I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

girls when they don’t have a new obsession that helps them dissociate from their problems and they’re actually forced to face their thoughts

Wine is exactly like omegaverse fanfiction

I was GOING to say. That when you read a wine menu and see something like "notes of leather and wet stone" you think "did an insane person write this its grapes" but after youve read about wine and growing regions and the effect of oak barrels on aging and tasted a bunch of stuff and given it some thought you find yourself taking a sip of french syrah and thinking "mmm little bit of leather on the finish there" and all of a sudden that shits not crazy anymore. Youve been cooked in the soup. Youve been living in the monkey house.

With omegaverse fanfic. You -

You get the idea. Do the work for me. Please

Sorry tanuki fucker 91. I will be clearer. You get coated in the slick

i am jiggling a credit card in the door crack. life is a rich tapestry come take my hand we will weave it together.

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

what if you went into a bar and the bartender was a fungus-girl and when she gave you your drink she said “you seem like a really fungi!” only some of her spores broke off in the drink and when they reached your stomach they started growing and spreading and entering your bloodstream and at last one reached your brain stem where it planted itself firmly and then your own body started acting against your will and you hiked and you climbed to a very tall place, far above all the foliage, and at last the fungi burst out of your eyes, sprouting into a thousand different intricate colors, and before long a bird girl showed up and started poking at your flesh and you realize in your last moments that this is what it’s all about, you were always meant to join the chain of life only as a single link in some monstrous fungi’s reproductive cycle—and before you can even scream the bird girl plucks your head off with her beak. and and and what if it were like a sexual thing

the crazy thing about this is that it took one sentence to ruin this post. this could've been a normal post about how hot it would be to be taken over by the spores of a fungusgirl and be turned into a vehicle for her spores to spread. coulda taken the high road and peppered in some facts about well known endoparasitic fungi of arthropods like Cordyceps or Beauveria. but you described the effects of the helminth Leucochloridium paradoxum, a common parasite of amber snails and not a fungus at all. don't pretend this isn't whats going on either i know the drill. you're tricking thousands of people into reblogging a post about metacercaria and not spores at all. was the concept of a flatwormgirl not appealing enough for your post. did you have to slander fungusgirls for clout

watch what happens when one ruthless tiny alien meets one huge soft drow.

checking mutuals blogs like . lifting up large stones to look at rhe creepy crawleys and gently setting it back down

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

two 2018 Czech stamps from a small series on edible mushrooms

[id: two postage stamps with heavily detailed and realistic illustrations of mushrooms. the left depicts two of "the European blusher" which is a stout mushroom with a peachy color. the right depicts "the orange birch bolete". these mushrooms have orange caps and a birch bark-like pattern on their stalks. these stamps do not have a visible currency value. end id]