The Scuff-marks On This Boat Looks Like A Painting.

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

nothing on all of gods green earth goes as hard as this real image

filtering down ao3 results from 14000 to 6 based on a single tag is foul. im sorry none of you are as enlightened as me ig.

I was raised by parents who, as far as I can tell, were not actually wild about having kids. They had us because they felt like they should. That was the normal thing to do. Big mistake, etc., neither of us really talk to them, but anyway.

The point is, my parents did not teach me life skills. I did not know how to change a tire or fix plumbing or even much simpler things. Learning to pump gas gave me MULTIPLE high grade public panic attacks.

But you know what? YouTube and the modern Internet are making life so much better these days. Get yourself a decent screwdriver (two—a Phillips and a flat head) and a hammer and a level, and you’re halfway to being functional and independent.

Over Thanksgiving our sink broke and YouTube taught me how to fix it. I am so grateful for this era.

pikmin au where pom is a wraith 🤨

there's something weird with the rookie!!!!! she's a floral themed wraith. for fun.

ST DAVIDS DAY, YAY

eat your welshcakes

Cleo's Armour Stand Workshop done!! Originally started for Hermit-A-Day May, showing various stages of the stand process. See how many details you can find!