I could never go to Australia because dingos look like normal dogs and I couldn’t trust myself not to try to pet them.
small child: [absolutely incomprehensible gibberish]
me:
loki, trying desperately to make small talk with the avengers: this is my son fenris he’s big and strong and i gave birth to him :) hes a black wolf with glowing red eyes :)
peter parker, a millennial who, while not too brushed up on his norse mythology, definitely knows full well what a fursona is: okay mr. loki that’s very cool
AU where Erik Killmonger was brought back to Wakanda and grows up to be T’Challa’s anger translator.
oh no help this is adorable
Fun historical fact, there used to be more gay and lesbian content in early silent films until religious groups protested resulting in “decency standards.”
Always reblog LGBTQ historical stuff.
Something ive been thinking about recently is how autistic people accomodate allistics way more than the other way around
Like autistic people have to jump through a ton of hoops to FORCE schools and jobs to do basic things like not fail or fire them for lack of eye contact by basically saying “it’s the law”
But autistic people constantly have to change their behaviors, reactions, way of thinking, way of speaking, etc just so they can get through life without constant punishment (getting fired, failing classes, being bullied) just for existing, which idk but that seems like a way bigger accommodation than letting an autistic person be nonverbal or flap their hands
Like I’m sorry my dudes but the NTs are the ones being coddled
It’s okay for allistics to reblog this
My favorite self care tip is to pretend you’re a demon inhabiting a humans body and you gotta look after it, treat it right, cause these things are weak af man and you gotta protect your host
…You know, that might actually work.
Always and forever reblogging this
Sigh. No self-respecting demon would let the body go this long without showering. Brb.
XD wtf that’s great.
This worked for me quite a few times. Especially when I have a hard time getting out of bed in the morning just like
The vessel must be present.
This may actually work, motivation by “to be a successful infiltrator on the mortal plane my host must be as successful as possible”
please don’t leave me
I don’t want to watch this unfold
like a pair of rotitng moth wings.
I don’t want to watch you gasp
cry
suffer
plead with those dark eyes to set you free.
You were a lighthouse on a cold foggy morning,
beckoning for me to come ashore.
You were the warm hand on the cold night,
begging me to leave the bridge and come home.
You built this home of sticks and stones
and dreams I thought were long gone.
You filled the birdcage of my heart with
string lights and long dancing silhouettes.
I can’t build your home for you.
Your foundation has cracked and the walls paper thin.
The lights won’t light up and the shadows are too dark,
and it’s too late for me to step in.
I don’t want to watch your life disintegrate
into ashes and silver leaf.
With your every gasp my soul loosens hold,
and I want to chase yours for one thousand miles.
I don’t want you to let go,
I don’t want this life,
and I’ll free myself to follow yours.
Down darkened halls,
through bright gold doors,
and to a new place to be free.
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