This reminds me of my little girl because her pants never have pockets
Haha Daddy you’re right! I neverrrrr have pockets, but that’s why you have them! You’re my pockets Daddy. ♥
i think about this post a lot. like, when you put something up on tumblr, you can never really be sure what’s going to happen to it – what comments will get attached to it, what reblog chains will gain critical mass, what kind of weird tumblr subcultures your gifs will get reblogged into.
and then we have this. this is a gifset of a cute moment from a pixar movie. of an infant mike wazowski finding a small coin and lamenting his lack of any pockets to store it in. when this person torrented monsters university, when they loaded these frames into photoshop, when they sharpened each frame one by one, did they know? did they know that shortly after expelling these gifs into the universe they would become a magnet for daddys-rainbow-princess, mister-daddy, and babygirl-in-daddys-world?
knowing what they know now, if they had the choice to go back to that moment when their finger hovered over the m key as the cursor in the pirate bay search bar blinked, would they type the rest of the word? if they had the power to go back in time and not make this gifset, thereby sparing the world from seeing a bunch of daddy kinksters opine about pockets on a goddamn pixar gifset, would they?
all of these people are deactivated this is like an archeological dig
the most #UselessLesbian thing i have ever done was when i was trying to figure out if this girl liked me or not, just constantly arguing with myself about it, and after a couple, uh, months, of this, i was like, “god i wish i could just like… go to court and lay out all this evidence and have a couple lawyers argue over the TRUE MEANING of her text messages, and then a judge tells me if she likes me or not.” and then the proverbial lightbulb went off over my proverbial head, and i dug into my mock trial folder from high school and found the trial guidelines and i wrote out an entire trial transcript featuring a plaintiff (me), my attorney (my wildest hopes and dreams), a defense attorney (my worst fears and insecurities), and a judge (my desperate attempt at rationality). the final product was several thousand words long. it clarified nothing. at any point in this process did it occur to me to ask her how she felt about me? absolutely not. did i ever stop and think, “hey, maybe i should tell her that i like her?” absolutely not. that’s for people who take risks and i don’t take risks i take myself to court in my own head.
I’m sorry you put you thru this but I can’t help laughing
“i am sorry you put you through this” is for real the best phrase i have heard in 2018
Fun historical fact, there used to be more gay and lesbian content in early silent films until religious groups protested resulting in “decency standards.”
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