Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he’s harvested and ask when I’m coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was “that damned gopher.” He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can’t risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn’t have the heart. He released it. “He was so scared, he’ll never come back.” The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher’s hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said “Dad, what’s that squash doing there by the gopher hole?” He said “Oh, he likes squash best.” In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.
insane clown posse man was at midwest fur fest in a fucking juggalo fursuit oh my god
Hey so listen,
I donāt like making fun of furries to begin with, especially since theyāre not all as bad as a lot of people make them out to be. But definitely, donāt lean on the horn with Violent J.
If you donāt know, Violent J is the leader of Insane Clown Posse. His daughter is a furry. Despite his notoriety, J isnāt rich at all. So you can imagine when his daughter ordered a fur suit and essentially got scammed (which, by the way, as someone who makes stuffed animals from time to time and alters clothes here and thereā faux fur is pretty expensive if itās the good kind. An entire suit out of the shit is a whole ass arm) they were pissed.
So gawk if you want, but just know, Violent J is a supportive dad and I gotta give my props to him. I know I wish my guardian or mom wouldāve gotten at least a bit interested when I went to my first anime con. Itās good to see heās standing behind her like this.
also his suitās name is Kung Fu Joe and thatās fuckin great
fr anyone who reblogged this being mean will die tonight
The intricate nature and rituals of music and two men who would usually not be so tender playing such emotional piano in tandem with one another. Working with one another, got to me alright?
I love videos of people performing religious ceremonies for small animals. Especially if itās not something a small animal could participate in theologically.
Sadie the Dog has been BLESSED upon this fine ASH WEDNESDAY she has been reminded of the FRAGILITY OF LIFE and has observed the start of the LENT SEASON
yeah tik tok steals my data or whatever but it’s the only place that shows me older divorced lady content (the only content that should be allowed on the internet)
