The rat rules the world. A drawing made for a public health film that was never made. The path of infection of plague from rats via fleas to man. Drawing by A.L. Tarter, 194-
Am I really gonna start unfollowing people for posting about how Captain Marvel is a lesbian? Yeah i guess
Can’t we do better? Can’t we do better. Can we not do better. Can we do better? I think we can do better
Am I really gonna start unfollowing people for posting about how Captain Marvel is a lesbian? Yeah i guess
2012 superwholocks and people who can’t talk about any real world issue without relating it back to harry potter merged and become current day avengers stans. in this essay, I will get anon hate in 1.5 minutes
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every animorphs book
chapter 1: my name is jake. I can’t tell you my real name, because I’m the leader of a special group of kids… we’re called the Animorphs. Because we morph into animals and fight aliens.
chapter 16: ‘god, please don’t do this,’ i begged on my knees. Visser Three had all of my loved ones hanging from his claws in his multi-armed alien morph and was slowly squeezing the life out of them. ‘you must either choose them, jake, or the rest of your planet.’ i couldn’t take it. i started to morph into a cockroach.
chapter 23: as i felt my own brain slither down my throat and into my torso to reform into my digestive system, my bones also began to dissolve into dust inside my skin. my eyes shrunk back into my skull and i could see into eternity- i could see my own mind, taken over by the yeerk. i had already taken my last breath as a free creature, now i saw my last vision as a being of this dimension. suddenly, i was gone. and my parents would never even know i had died. was saving the world worth this? i wondered, if anyone on this planet could be forced to prioritize one life over another, what choice would they make? how can any decision be right, or wrong? i closed my mind off, and fell into eternal sleep, my last echoes of thought being of how humanity continued to live on, but not truly alive.
chapter 26: ‘hey, bro, wanna go to mc d’s and grab some fries?’ marco asked, riding by on his skateboard. ‘yeah, that’d be totally radical!’ i answered, whipping out my own razor scooter. as i pulled a nasty kickflip, i felt eyes watching me. turning around, i saw my own dog, and thought of the horrible truth only i knew. we went to the mall to get big macs. it was a good day to not be dead.
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can i interest u in a box of friend??
a box of biohazard maybe
the only hazard here is ur attitude
its him… its earl grey…
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some people never read fashion magazines from cover to cover to try and figure out how to be a normal girl and guess what…. it shows
2035: people are arguing abt people diluting and misusing the historical identity of “chapstick lesbian”
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i arrive to the occasion
(as i scroll through tumblr looking at all the posts) hmm… beneath me, beneath me, juvenile… petty and childish… beneath me… this one is good. beneath me, juvenile, beneath me