🔞 but mostly SFW #vtuber account for @LikeMyAshe 🎃Halloween Wh*re💀Pet Parent🐈 Cosplayer🦄 Gamer🍨Seamstress💗Twitch updates here🤍 @ArcDrifter is my smelly
STREET ADDRESSES & THEIR MEANING
1. Court: Dead end street.
2. Crescent: Curved road with both ends connecting to the same street.
3. Boulevard: Wide street with greenery in the center and along the sides.
4. Avenue: Straight street that runs north-south or east-west.
5. Drive: A road that follows a natural feature (park, ocean, hills, or lake).
6. Alley: Narrow street between, behind, or within buildings.
7. Place: A short street.
My ex bf loved to wake me up in the sweetest way possible by bringing me a latte in bed
A month into the relationship, my friends were like “you look so happy you’re literally glowing”
Turns out he was roofie-ing the latte with collagen
Cute video of the day: An American photographer filmed a wolf begging for food from a grizzly. The gray wolf saw the meat and in an instant turned into a playful puppy begging for a piece.
Some guy was riding his motorcycle when out of nowhere a Deer showed up and started beating the living daylights out of him. If this wasn't recorded, no one would believe you 😭
Neurotypicals will be like "I know you have a disability that affects your ability to stay organized, manage your time properly, socialize, or control what you're able to think about or focus on, but that's not an excuse to have trouble staying organized, managing your time properly, socializing, or controlling what you need to think about or focus on." And then demand that they aren't ableist. I'm tired.
Okay, wow. So hot girl autism is really a thing. People look at her and think, “wow she’s so pretty, she must get everything she wants, she’s a hot girl and she knows it!” Meanwhile she feels like some eldritch creature that has engineered a human form out of toothpicks and duct tape just to appear normal in front of people. She has no clue how she got this hot girl diagnosis. But it wasn’t any of her doing. She was just trying to be normal.
Unfortunately, i don't like nonchalant men. Be dominant. Check on me. Be affectionate. Tell me im gorgeous. Plan dates. Buy me flowers. Be absolutely obsessed with me
my younger sister called me on a random tuesday afternoon just to ask how to make our mom’s traditional lentil soup recipe.
she sounded totally normal on the phone, laughing about her apartment smelling like cheap takeout and complaining about midterms.
she didn't ask for money. she didn't sound sick. she just kept asking how long the garlic was supposed to simmer.
after we hung up, i couldn't shake this weird feeling in my chest.
she hasn't cooked a real meal for herself since she moved out two years ago. she lives on iced coffee and energy bars.
why was she suddenly trying to recreate a comfort meal from our childhood home in the middle of a random week?
i didn't text her. i just got in my car on friday night and drove three hours to her campus.
when i knocked on her apartment door, her roommate opened it, took one look at me standing there with a bag of groceries, and immediately stepped back without saying a single word.
i walked into the kitchen and saw my sister sitting on the floor by the counter.
she had a pot of water boiling on the stove, but the kitchen table was completely buried under weeks of unwashed dishes, unfolded laundry, and final project printouts.
she looked up at me, and her eyes just flooded with tears.
she didn't fail a class. she didn't break up with anyone.
she was just entirely exhausted from the relentless pressure of working two jobs while maintaining a full course load, and her brain had literally reached its breaking point.
she was trying to cook that soup because she just wanted to smell home again.
i didn't give her a lecture on time management. i just put my jacket down, washed every single dish in her sink, and spent the weekend helping her clean her life back up.
there are some kinds of exhaustion that don’t make you ask for help directly.
they just make you start craving the smell of home.
When an unstoppable evolutionary urge meets thick skin.
It highlights the gap between instinctual predatory drive and biomechanical reality. The predator-like ocelot relies on a nape bite to sever the prey's spinal cord or puncture the throat.
However, the ocelot's jaw gape and canine length limit the size of prey it can target.
The thick layer of subcutaneous fat is the biggest armour of an adult pig. The ocelot's canines cannot penetrate it.
For this adult pig, the bite of an ocelot feels like little more than a gentle nudge.
Cats operate on fixed action patterns. When they spot a moving mammal, the predatory sequence activates: stalk-->pounce-->bite.
Even if the ocelot senses the prey is too large for her canines, the instinct locks her into the loop regardless.
In the wild, an ocelot rarely takes down prey weighing more than 10 kg. Attacking a domestic pig over 100 kg signals the hard limits of an evolutionary hunting strategy built for a very different prey size.
My husband came home last night carrying takeout for himself.
Not for us. Not even by accident. Just for himself.
I was standing in the kitchen folding laundry when he walked past me with a bag from my favorite restaurant. My actual favorite restaurant. The place we used to save for birthdays and anniversaries when money was tight.
And for one stupid second I thought maybe he remembered.
Maybe after fifteen years together he planned something small. Maybe he noticed how exhausted I’ve been lately. Maybe he wanted one quiet night where I didn’t have to cook or clean or think. But he sat down on the couch, turned the TV on, and started eating.
I finally asked, You didn’t get me anything? And he looked genuinely annoyed. Like I had interrupted his evening. He said, You could’ve told me you wanted something. I just stared at him because… what?
I’m your wife. We’ve shared a life for fifteen years. I know how you take your coffee. I know which side you sleep on when your back hurts. I know the exact look on your face before a migraine starts.
But somehow I’m supposed to formally submit a................
This is another great Adélie incident. A group of Emperor chicks, harassed by a predatory seabird, are saved by a crazed Adélie who inserts himself in the standoff and saves the chicks.