lightning strikes maybe once

As it is Passover again, it is time for the annual debate as to whether the frog plague, which thanks to a quirk in the Hebrew, is written as a plague of frog, singular, rather than the plural, plague of frogs, was in fact, as generally imagined, a plague of many frogs, or instead a singular giant Kaiju frog. This is an ancient and venerable argument that actually goes back to the Talmud because this is what the Jewish people are. If we can't argue for fun about this sort of thing, what are we even doing.

In that spirit, I would like to submit a third possibility, which is that in fact it was one perfectly normal sized frog, who was absolutely acing Untitled Frog Game: Ancient Egypt Edition. One particularly obnoxious frog, who through sheer hard work, managed to plague all of Egypt.

fuck hussle culture, the toad to success is to sleep well, eat well and have fun

i meant road. road to success

Reblog the Toad of Success to sleep well, eat well, and have fun

No Edits required. I am filled with joy when I see a Toad. They are delightful little guys.

googling shit like "why do i feel bad after hanging out with my friends" and all of the answers are either "you need better friends" (i don't; my friends are wonderful) or "your social battery is drained, you need to rest and regain your energy levels" (i don't; i've got tons of energy, it's just manifesting as over-the-top neurotic mania). why is this even happening. it's like some stupid toll i have to pay as a punishment for enjoying myself too much

I actually, genuinely think social event aftercare would fix me. I need someone to put me to bed and say "you were fun today and no one hated you"

look, I am so familiar with this irritating feature of my anxiety that I started using it as the sign that I'd had a great time and that I should text my friends and tell them how much fun I had/how good it was to see them/how happy I am about things going on we talked about. And that helped! A lot!

so, I prescribe it to you: if you feel like hell after hanging with your friends, drop them a line and tell them how nice it was to hang.

orym sketch hes my favorite of all time

SEIS fag sex? En esta economia?

I wish I spoke Spanish, this probably says something really beautiful

Reblog this to place a small flower in the hair of prev, and that you're very proud of them

and what if I told you nine was less afraid of love than ten. what then.

for a moment i lived in a beautiful world where doctor who didn’t exist and this was simply a seven-ate-nine joke too layered for me to understand

The thing nobody tells you about writing is that you have to keep fucking doing it

Actually everyone tells you this about writing, it's like the number one thing writers say when asked how to do it. But I'm going to complain anyway.

He’s blue. He’s a prince. He gets called beautiful every 30 minutes even by gods. He’s a bard. He has stage fright. He has a dead brother. He had his first meaningful kiss an hour ago. He’s a bisexual disaster. He’s inexperienced. He put the most powerful mage of Exandria in a forcecage. His best friend is a disaster lesbian. He wears chiffon. His tits are out.

I'm disqualifying the peanut butter chocolate due to my peanut allergy. Out of the rest the cherry cordial is easily the worst.

Saw this tweet and remembered that I was also born unconscious/slow to respond so,

anyway. onto better things

onto better things thursday

Sometimes you like a post once on this website, and tumblr for the next three months is giving you hyperspecific discourse for a fandom you are not in and have no context for. Anyway good luck or I’m sorry or congrats to the Critical Role fandom with your most recent campaign or the last one or the upcoming one. I hope you’re all having fun.

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

fuck it homebrew boop button. reblog this post to boop the person you reblogged from.