Fat Body Type Study That Turned Into Cosmo That Turned Into Fruitcake

Okay, FUCKERS, it’s time to expose yourselves for the FILTHY SINNERS you are and put your favorite hetero ship in the tags!!

but also yes ppl should own me

I cannot be the only person who feels like they’re on the outskirts of every bubble they’ve ever seen

ur a loaf tiger :)

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

I am a proud Morty hater 😤

Morty~ I heard he has hair now

Anti-AI userboxes for artists and writers. Just reblog this post if you're going to use them.

“And I’m alive” is such a fucken baller thing to say here keep up the good work

I love Peter Turbo sm <3

Horus: *Makes a plan*

Perturabo: *Disagrees with the plan*

Dorn: *Disagreed with the plan*

Perturabo:...

Perturabo: *Agrees with the plan*

I’m 6’3, 100 kg of (mostly) muscle, and therefore I can confirm that the stereotype is inaccurate, seeing as I speak for every single man with my body type of course. We are a hivemind and all shall join the BIG MAN COLLECTIVE ™ eventually.

Has a skitarius ever topped?

There are huge, roided out Skitarii that are like 8ft of chem implants and bionically-reinforced muscle

So, going off stereotype, yes

lol homo erectus

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au