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not a dream

does anyone ever feel like bad shit happens to you only at the same time?

like, my grandma's sink just completely fell apart the same time our washer stopped working again, our car started making weird noises and some of our electrical circuits stopped working too

like, why do all of these costly costly things have to happen all at the same time

why can't they all just like

never happen

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happy lesbian day everyone

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got curious is not being able to feel jealousy is just a me thing so

reblog if you vote pretty please

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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the slenderman mysteries (2017) - nick redfern

"collect my pages"

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Reblog so everyone can hear what they need.

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love this egyptian figurine of a woman baking bread in the brooklyn museum. she looks exactly like me while i'm waiting for my food to be done in the microwave. truly an eternal experience

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AVM doodling (I love them)

#avm purple #avm green #avm red #avm yellow

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You think that we would ignore something old and half-forgotten?

Fool. We have dragged Ea-Nasir from the grave for his false promise of high-quality copper ingots.

We seek out the old and half-forgotten like blind rats in a sewer looking for food.

So uhm. About your boyfriend. Yeah we put him in an old meme format. He's not going to get a lot of notes. Maybe some mutual reblogs if he's lucky. I'm real sorry, we can't save him.

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So uhm. About your boyfriend. Yeah we put him in an old meme format. He's not going to get a lot of notes. Maybe some mutual reblogs if he's lucky. I'm real sorry, we can't save him.

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there's something kinda funny to me about certain ways scar tends to be drawn because it's like. okay imagine hypothetically you took a distillation of fanon scar designs and showed it to someone who's never even heard of a minecraft, and asked them what they think this guy might be like. we're ignoring context here, pretend we're showing them a ref sheet. and it's like, alright, here's a rugged looking buff guy. nice abs. lots of scars. he's got a smug grin on his face. very shirtless. he looks like the love interest in a bodice ripper. i bet he's got some dark angsty secret he keeps buried underneath that suave facade. but not buried too deeply, just enough to intrigue.

and then you go watch third life and he is like a cat whose owner keeps desperately trying to make him stop eating plastic.

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Candace sighs and opens her laptop.

It had been a long day for her, in a place where summer vacations are unusually long and where her ingenious and creative brothers use the time to create wild, OSHA-violating shenanigans that conveniently disappear without a trace aside from a thin film of motor oil on their clothes.

It had been a long day, of calling and texting Stacey and looking to spend more time with Jeremy.

It had been a long day, of keeping an eye out for the weird little platypus that her family has kept as a pet for years. Always seeming to go missing sometime in the afternoon when the boys would start building, but always home in time for dinner somehow. She had jokingly wondered for a while if Phineas and Ferb kept giving away the platypus in exchange for construction materials and services but that the platypus slipped away each and every time.

It had been a long day, and the clock by her bed reads 9:30 pm.

Candace opens Tumblr and is scrolling for a while when she sees that one of her posts has been reblogged by a mutual of hers, raised-by-ocelots. A grin spreads across her face as she goes and reblogs a bunch of his posts and so on.

[A/N: I don't know if raised-by-ocelots is already a taken username]

raised-by-ocelots is, like her brothers, an inventive genius. He posts about his fantastical evil schemes. Norm the Giant Robot, Doofania, the Ballgown-inator, the Mountain-Out-of-a-Molehill-inator, the Paper-Cut-inator, the Turkey-inator -- all cool and bewildering stuff that somehow end up exploding or getting beat up by some platypus. These posts were interspersed with little stories from events in his childhood, including being raised by ocelots.

At first, Candace had followed the account for a bit of entertainment. It would seem odd, but his stuff is really interesting, and hey, at least she isn't responsible for him like she is for her brothers.

Over time, the two of them became mutuals, and while they don't really interact much, Candace enjoys raised-by-ocelot's general presence very much.

Candace and doofenshmirtz would be tumblr mutuals i think

#phineas and ferb #dr doofenshmirtz #candace flynn #the inators listed are the ones I remember from childhood with the exception of the Turkey-inator #hope you like it #idk what Candace would blog about so I left it up to interpretation

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Started to draw my feelings. I'm not a great artist, but I have to get it out somehow. The current climate in the USA regarding biologically female bodies and transgender people has been getting to me. This helped.

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you bottle Miette??

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Wow wtf HIV/AIDS was discovered by Flossie Wong-Staal, an Chinese-American woman, and she’s the reason the HIV test even exists. AND THEN she invented the molecular knife that lead to treatments for HIV/AIDS. And she’s STILL ALIVE. We don’t hear about the contributions of Women of Color enough, my word. Madness.