forever it's girls' generation

i have to tell you something. if you pour water into a hole of dirt and put grass in it and mix it around it makes something. Its called potion

oh my god

不二马大叔

I’m sorry but if someone called me “my love” while holding a knife to my neck I’d simply pass out or marry them…there’s no in between

i’m okay with fictional men becoming unhinged over the loves of their lives actually 

my client just said "there's bigger fish to fight" which is objectively a much better idiom

Look i tried to laugh it off, but I haven’t stopped thinking about this message because… my cat literally isn’t green

like where is the green

Oh Christ

This is the color your cat is

colors i eyedropped directly from op's cat

I drew a tree using only colours eyedropped from OP's cat.

every time i see this post all i see is some green alien kitty with antennae so i had to draw it

I originally thought those were supposed to be mushrooms, implying that this cat is moldy

Moldy forest cat

i'm happy y'all made fan art of my cat. i tried to show her and she just rubbed her face on my phone

this is literally the plot of the sayaka arc

New pc setup folks what do you think of it

Its good

the post about fanfic writers updating despite wild life circumstances is funny and great, but to all the slow writers, the writers who can’t focus when life is happening a lot, or who simply like taking time off from writing: you’re doing amazing, fandom is not an obligation, and there are many people who prefer short fics, or who read slowly and are in no rush for updates.

A bird, whether in the bush or in the hand, has worth beyond my ability to calculate—but I’ve never been good at math.

I took my dog for her afternoon walk when she began to pull insistently at her leash, fixated on something on the other side of the ditch. I stopped and indulged her, assuming there was some particularly fascinating coyote piss she wanted to sniff, but then I saw what she had sensed—a tufted titmouse, suspended upside down in a tangle of burrs.

She was hopelessly trapped. The more she struggled, the more matted her feathers became. I managed to free her from the bush, but she was so enmeshed that she could neither stand up nor turn her head. I brought her home so I could have my hands free to help, and after a while she stopped furiously biting me and allowed me to gently pluck each burrs from her feathers while she worked on another spot.

Once I was done, she seemed to sense her freedom. She screeched at me angrily and took off into the trees in the direction I’d found her.

hello goober

the absolute indignity and outrage on this bird's face. It reminds me, very specifically, of the look my teacher gave me when I found a little garter snake in the coat closet, held it up and asked, "Did anyone lose their snake" while the rest of the fifth grade class lost their collective shit, except for the very sheepish boy who had, in fact, lost his snake. But this is the exact expression the teacher had. The "Are you fucking kidding me, why is my life like this" expression.

ancient greek word of the day: αἰγίλιψ, “devoid of goats; hence, incredibly steep, to the point that not even goats can climb it”

goatforsaken

he does need some milk

take me back

Btw I’m pro-quitting.  This is a quitting-positive space.  If you’re doing something and you decide “I don’t like this” or “I don’t want to do this” then you should quit.  Quitting is awesome.  Grinding only works in video james.

I quit all the time.  It’s great.

Embrace the power of “Y’know what? Fuck this” and see how it can improve your life

Also especially in an era of microtransactions and psychological tricks to keep you addicted, it’s good for both your mental health and your wallet to regularly check in with yourself on whether you are really still enjoying a game. Be careful of sunk cost fallacies.