Alienate Nazis from your content. Make them feel like it is not for them and is explicit in working against them. Whatever ways we can make Nazis feel socially unsafe and unwelcome on the basis of being Nazis is a good deed done.
reminder that nazis aren’t allowed to enjoy my posts
Get the fuck off my blog if you’re a Nazi or a Nazi apologist or think that we need to reach out to them
This is actually a really useful product but oh my god what is this packaging?
My favourite part is what looks like…a severed head being used as a hand puppet by a hopefully human hand declaring “I enjoy” with a cold dead stare
Actual Product 10/10 v useful no messy hand
Product Packaging -1000000/10 what is this nO doin me a bad concern
I dont know whats more disturbing… The unusually long neck on that child, “fimally”, or that the egg looks like its made of dish detergent and a yellow bouncy ball.
I like how it helpfully informs us it includes one egg, despite the fact it is already very clear this is what it contains
But at the same time this makes me worry
why would it tell us this when we can see that
does it contain something else
what is in there
if not egg
am I in favor of ways to help people who have issues with simple task everyone else takes for granted? Hell yes.
But that child… can he be helped?… his neck… my god, his neck O_O
Good product!
EXTREMELY CURSED PACKAGING
Well, extremely cursed packaging is kinda Obvious Plant’s stock in trade.
Have they done this before O,O
Wait, wouldn’t this actually be harder to open than an actual egg? Because from the picture, it looks like you would have to cut through the packaging and then try to dump the egg into whatever it is you’re doing without getting it all over yourself, which is basically the same as an actual egg…
Are you suggesting that its promise of No Messy Hand is a lie O.O
Carlos wandered through the forest. He knew he’d seen a cave somewhere – it looked like an old bear cave, though he hadn’t gone in it before. He wanted to be as far away from his camp and the summer camps, in case the children had an idea to wander around at night to hunt for snipes. The full moon would make visibility perfect for it, so it was a reasonable concern in Carlos’ mind.
He finally came across the cave he was looking for. And not too soon either – the moon would rise probably within the next ten minutes. Carlos ventured forth, holding his flashlight up to search the inside of the cave. Hopefully it was empty. Could a werewolf beat a bear? Maybe?
he huffed annoyedly ‘Why Would I Go After The Children? I Said I’m Already Full And They Seem To Be A Bad Choice In Food.’
Carlos just huffed back. I don’t know. I don’t even know you.
he used his wing as a shiled as he pushed past him ‘And I Don’t Either’
Carlos growled. He nipped at the wing without even thinking, but not hard.
I want to make sure you’re not going anywhere near them.
he didn’t really react to the nip, glancing back at him ‘Then.. Follow ?’
Carlos looked at them, making a low, suspicious-sounding huff. Fine. I’ll follow.
he started trotting forward, his tail wagging softly
Carlos went after the other beast, a bit stiff and cautious as they went on. He occasionally sniffed the air, trying to see if he could smell anybody near them. If one of the kids was wandering about, or if they got too close to the camp, Carlos was going to have to do something.
Gosh… he hoped Angie was being a good girl and was asleep in her tent.
after abit of walking, they reached the stream, but he stopped a few feet away from it, carefully looking around as he crouched in the bushes
Carlos looked at the other creature strangely. What are you doing?
“I think so,” Carlos said. “I’m 35. Also, you were the ‘young goof’ because you already named me Big Goof. So there.” Carlos grinned as they went into the bedroom and he shut the door behind them. He reached to undo the clasp on his Pip-boy so he could put it down.
“Eh, we’re close, I’ll be there soon.” Hancock shrugged, the smile still on his face. He neglected to tell him just when he’d be the same age, but if Carlos really wanted to know, all he had to do was ask. As they stepped into the room, the ghoul stretched then pulled his coat off and set it aside on a chair, kicking his shoes off a moment later. “So then, handsome. Just how comfortable do ya wanna get for this nap?”
Carlos was already pulling off his flannel, and the undershirt with it. He looked at Hancock with a blank expression as he tried to think about what Hancock said.
“Boxers okay?” he asked. Skin-on-skin contact wasn’t something Carlos would shy away from. And it was warm enough as long as they cuddled together. Though if Hancock was asking if he wanted to go nude, he honestly felt weird about it. Not in the way that Hancock might fear however, as Carlos always preferred to wear at least boxers to bed.
ok. i had to look this up, because this seems just too ridiculous. and wiki does not disappoint: “…
the hognose snake will often roll onto its back and play dead with its mouth open and tongue lolling, going as far as to emit a foul musk from the cloaca.
Emission of cloacal musk is considerably less likely than in many other
species. If the snake is rolled upright while in this state, it will
often roll over again as if to insist that it is really dead.”
The Perfect Scientist 