Recognizing and owning my privilege as a white/cis/het/male means I'm able to ignore the world-as-tire-fire and reduce my anxieties down to one thing:
What platform do I buy Lumines on this time?
I love Mastodon but literally every time I open it I feel compelled to construct a "mastodon't" joke.
So far you've all been lucky with my ability to suppress my desire.
Okay I can't stop.
"For Che! For FREEDOM!"
Ending with a pic of me and Tony Hawk
Nothing says Happy Birthday like instilling coulrophobia in a 4 year-old (warning: here be clowns Show more
To be honest though, I'm thoroughly confused by that second one. Balloon skirt(?) raising? I mean? The cricket bat? The perspective on the bow? I. Uh.
Nothing says Happy Birthday like homeless orphans (as the age progresses, see also: rampant alcoholism, elephants, mice, alcoholic elephants and mice)
Nothing says Happy Birthday like beautiful anime boys and/or Mettaton EX
Nothing says Happy Birthday like being attacked by THE FUTURE
Nothing says Happy Birthday like never being able to guess that ET came out in 1982
Nothing says Happy Birthday lik-OH GOD THE DEAD ARE WALKING
Nothing says Happy Birthday like an illustrator who has clearly never seen an actual VCR
Nothing says Happy Birthday like a decapitated horse
Re-found old birthday cards my mum inexplicably made sure to bring when she moved over here. Image flood with "witty" captions incoming.
Thunder fucking cats.
If you haven't been on the birdsite lately, just know that they're arguing to the death about fucking Thundercats, so that's all you need to know.