fishes for the homos i mean homies

[ID: nine fish with collaged scales of different colored and patterned paper, each with glittery fins.]

Okay here’s one for what character are YOU (instead of who’s ur bestie)

(for the purposes of this poll, there is no monkey's paw situation: the chore you pick stays the same level of difficulty/grossness/etc. as it normally is for you, and you only have to do it as often as you want to. the chores you don't pick are magically done for you exactly the way you'd want them to be, just with zero effort on your part.)

sorry I love this painfully mid media so much I could throw up

that chimera ain't right

yeah

While it sucked seeing a decently popular creator plagiarise my work and go on to gain significantly more money and notoriety than me at least it means no one thinks the SU Critical trend was my fault, honestly probably the wackiest way a person could ever be bailed out of a situation. Who could possibly give a shit about my misinformed and underdeveloped opinions about everything except fight scenes when we have an absolute legend here saying LAPIS was the abuser and calling Rebecca Sugar a pervert for... *checks notes* having a nonbinary character. A full two hours of the most batshit opinions you've ever heard sandwiched between stolen blocks of text and veiled shipping discourse. Just completely overwrote whatever impact I would have had. I made out like a bandit. Absolutely no way the SU Critical shitshow can be blamed on me now. God works in mysterious ways

monkyeon’s stickchuck has me in tears 💀

Genuinely, I don’t know how else to get the word out, but I feel like if your home-cooked dinners don’t taste right, you're missing either paprika, sugar, butter, or chicken bouillon.

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

when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

i have a disgusting amount of dreams that just involve me identifying birds like i come out of my dreams with lists of birds that i saw and i was like "i know who that is. Great Blue Heron. Cedar Waxwing"

technically we’re ALL, always LARPing, because the Self is only a construct,