This place is fun

Stop being queer start being a faggot already

Don't sanitize yourself

Marcille is a trans woman who knew since she could talk and naturally loves hair and clothes and thinks gender roles make sense on an intuitive level. Laios is a trans woman who changes her pronouns in her mid-20s and then keeps wearing the same shit she did before and doesn't even change her name. They are best friends.

i have crazy garlic fingers from peeling and chopping garlic cloves yesterday this phenomenon is always fascinating to me because it reminds me that i, too, am made of meat, and therefore i am also susceptible to being seasoned

Marcille has mixed feelings about transfem laios- not for transphobia or anything - but because on one hand she gets to dress her up and teach her fashion, but on the other, it is becoming distressingly more difficult to tell laios and falin apart

hi i remembered i like transformers a normal amount

hi i remembered i like transformers a normal amount

I could write 20 pages against exclusionist arguments but nothing I could say would be as efficient as this

a little homunculus

my fursonas are communicatinggggg

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trans flag but it hasn't bloomed yet

guess what

weirdest thing about the switch 2 reveal is people going “🙄 adjusted for inflation these prices are normal” so❓ I literally do not care about inflation. & I don’t want Nintendo to get more money. Why do you? Are you stupid?

Not sure I agree with your fervour.

I'd see Activision, EA, and Tencent explode long before Nintendo.

Nintendo, kinda, barely gets by. Like they would've gone under if the Switch failed.

Plus they try as hard as they can to not do casino shit to children.

Meanwhile in the USA...

1: i can hold plenty of hate in my heart. i hate all those companies too 2: i wish nintendo went under so they wouldnt be able to dock people's paychecks for the rest of their lives among the usual corporate stuff they engage in. 3: if people buy games & consoles at these prices, Activision, EA, tencent & all their buddies will be following suit

listen- dont fall for the trick of playing favorites! "they try as hard as they can not do casino shit to children" does mean they still do casino shit to children! come hate on all companies with me in my little hater's paradise. it'll be righteous and beautiful i promise

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bees

I read that capsaicin makes your mouth feel like it's burning because it increases your nerve sensitivity to heat, and menthol works by doing the same thing to cold

So if I eat a habanero pepper and then chew a bunch of breath mints they'll each other out and I'll be fine

Hey guess what hellfire tastes like

Fun fact! The nerve endings for "ouch too hot" and "ouch too cold" are different! Which means that they can both be activated at once, without cancelling out. Rip OP.

terrible mishap in the dungeon today after the gelatinous slime took a nap in my jello cup. we will all miss wiggly steve

In the aaarms of the angellllllssss…

Give it 3 days. Slimes don't get digested.

funeral CANCELLED im going to the hospital

Tom Brown, a 79-year-old from Clemmons, North Carolina, has spent over 20 years of his retirement tracking down rare, nearly extinct apple varieties that once flourished across Appalachia. Driven by his passion for rediscovering these heirlooms, Brown has revived more than 1,200 unique apple types with whimsical names like Brushy Mountain Limbertwig, Mule Face, and Tucker’s Everbearing.

His journey began in 1998 after encountering heritage apples at a farmers’ market, inspiring him to search for “lost” apples that hadn’t been tasted in over a century. Stretching across the Appalachian region—from southern New York to northern Alabama—Brown scours old maps, orchard catalogs, and historical records, often driving hours and knocking on doors to find forgotten orchards or lone trees tucked in remote areas.

When he finds a lost variety, Brown grafts clippings onto trees in his own orchard, where he cultivates and sells them for just $15 to encourage others to create “mini preservation orchards.” Despite the challenge of aging trees and a dwindling population of local knowledge keepers, Brown remains determined, calling the work both fun and fulfilling.

“It’s a thrill to rediscover them,” he says. “I’m happy as a lark.” Brown’s mission not only preserves these apples but also honors the heritage of the region, where generations of families once prided themselves on cultivating unique varieties in their backyards.

and speaking of things I read and forgot about, here’s one I was able to identify a while back with the help of Reddit. Paul Jennings is an Australian children’s author who usually writes about weird events with some gross-out humor for the kids, but he does the occasional story that’s just creepy. Granddad’s Gifts is one of them.

A boy and his family visit his grandmother’s farm, I think to help her prepare it for sale, since the grandfather is dead and she can’t manage on her own any more. The boy sleeps in a room with a locked cupboard, which he is instructed not to open, and of course does, finding a fox skin for wearing as a shawl. Apparently the grandfather shot and skinned it for the grandmother but she was upset by the fox’s death and they locked it away, buried the remains of the fox under a lemon tree, and never spoke of it again.

Anyway, the boy works on the farm every day, and is given two lemons from the bigger of two lemon trees on the property after work. Instead of eating them, he puts them in the cupboard, only to hear moving and chewing noises in the middle of the night. He also dreams about his grandfather, who he can’t remember well, but had striking blue eyes. In the morning, the lemons are gone, and when he touches the tail of the fox skin, he can feel two bones that weren’t there before.

So every day, he puts his lemons in the forbidden cupboard, and every night the fox skin regains two parts, and this goes on for his entire stay. Until the last day, when he finds that his grandmother has taken the last two lemons and made a pie for the family. The boy opens the cupboard to find a complete and live fox, with the exception of its eyes, which are still taxidermy glass, blind and stumbling. He locks the cupboard, then goes and sits on the step and cries, at which point his grandmother says that she doesn’t understand what the problem is, but he can have the two lemons off the small tree if he wants them so badly. The boy knows it won’t work, because it isn’t the tree where the fox was buried, but he takes them anyway.

The next day, he sees a fox run into the woods, which turns and looks at him for just long enough to notice that it has blue eyes.

His grandmother mentions that the small tree has rarely grown any lemons, and it is strange that it never grew well, because that’s where his grandfather is buried.

AUSTRALIAN CHILDREN’S LITERATURE, EVERYONE

Paul Jennings’ stories are great

This is your captain speaking and yeah we’re not landing. I just feel like we’ve got a really good thing up here and I don’t want to ruin it. This is my home and you are my people

We never have to go back