I want a snail now
i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"
fyi i will be extending some dark tendrils across the sky later today. just a heads up
Real. Also hate it when an angsty fic’s characters are really progressive and well-versed in mental health terminology. Like no, author, the immature teenage boy that grew up in a society of toxic masculinity is NOT going to know that bad ways of dealing with pain are called “harmful coping mechanisms,” or that their friends’ desperate actions are “trauma responses.” He’s going to understand it through a completely different lens. His understanding won’t be any less sophisticated or meaningful, but it certainly won’t be clinical and academic.
reading a fic and they have a canonically repressed character say something directly and proudly
I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
“i am my fathers daughter” and it’s chat noir on the screen, falling on the ground. oh boy do i have the feeling they know exactly what they were doing
true form of God
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Reblog to sprinkle previous with happiness sparkles
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