Sephiroth S. Pumpkins

This is all they are. And just as expendable.

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We of the Caucasian persuasion found out that it sucks to be judged by the actions of the worst of us. Everyone else has dealt with it their whole lives. Those who get it will move forward. Those who don't and turn it into yet more White Grievance(TM), well, fuck 'em.

Oh, we hear the purring loud and clear! She sounds like a motorcycle idling.

We don't do what we're told, we do what is asked of us. We do what is necessary, and we do it with a chorus made up of a million different voices.

I wish people cared as much about a third grade classroom getting shot up as they do about a dead Nazi incel.

It probably will be sooner than we think, so it's all good.

Hope Spot - TV Tropes A character finds hope, but it doesn't last long.

This morning is what the folks over at TV Tropes would call a Hope Spot:

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I don’t know how much substance there is to social media rumors, but I guess I’ll find out for sure if I start hearing car horns honking, people cheering, fireworks going off, church bells ringing…

Life tip (bare minimum edition): be the person who isn’t the first one everybody thinks of when they see others saying “is he dead yet? Please tell me he’s finally dead.”

I’ve been so busy at work that I’ve had a several-week break from the chaos. I like being busy. I hate the chaos. I doesn’t have to be this way.

A handsome orange tabby cat is up on the top of the recliner living his best life.

This is his reaction to “I gotta go pee, Bud.” It’s like “Do what you gotta do, Mom. I’ll just be here yelling at mice.”

A handsome orange tabby cat JUST KNOWS that mama is looking into moving. But it’s OK because even if he has to move into yet another new home, I’ll be right beside him for it. This couch will be just as comfy in another unit around the bend as it is here, my love.

I’ve got my eye one a place up here that has a fence and a yard. But you let me think about that, Bud. No matter where you go, I’ll be going with you, so don’t you worry about that.

"Procurement's failure to fill Sales' needs harms our synergy."

Oh, fuck right the hell off, you insufferable personification of an AI-generated LinkedIn bio. God forbid you should ever take responsibility for your unrealistic promises to your customer. Fuck you.

A handsome orange tabby boy is snoozing snoozily on his window perch

“ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH!l” Cried the General. Then he got sleepy. Oh well, the invasion of Latveria can wait another day. Out fearless leader needs nappy time. #Flerken #myhandsomeboy

He’s completely serious. And don’t call him Shirley.

From your lips to God’s ears.

“They say you shouldn’t say nothin’ ‘bout the dead unless it’s good. He’s dead. Good!” — Moms Mabley

People yammering about Bluesky being an “echo chamber”:

And in other news, now we know what the Nazi puppy killer looked like 15 faces ago.

Sounds like something the unwashed masses would sing at a Tr*mp rally.

A crocheted baby blanket made up of squares of pink, lavender, periwinkle and light sage green with white borders and six multicolored squares in the middle. A handsome orange tabby cat is just barely in the frame in the lower right corner because he wanted to check out what's been SO important to mama that she couldn't pay nonstop attention to him.

The baby's blanket is finally done! Just needs washed. And I don't mean to alarm anyone, but if you look closely in the lower right corner, you'll see that a live gremlin has taken an interest.

I truly have. I wasn’t ready for another companion after my dog went home, but my name was next up on the Cat Distribution List, so here we are.

A handsome orange tabby is curled up like a big crescent roll on a turquoise Coin h and is bathed in blue light.

So a year ago this dude moved in with me and wow. Doesn’t have a job, doesn’t pay rent, doesn’t cook, yammers at whenever he wants something, trashes the place…

Though in his defense, he’s a cat, so that’s his thing.

Happy Gotcha Day, Flerken. I love you, baby.

#cats #catsofbluesky

An orange buck moon sits in the sky over a small town near Pittsburgh, PA. There are duplexes, trees and cars in the shot. It’s not the fanciest part of town, but it’s inexpensive, quiet and safe. The sky is actually darker than the photo shows.

“Don’t go around tonight
We’ll, it’s bound to take your life”

It’s not because they want to be like Nazis, it’s because they don’t want their managers at the porn theater knowing what they do on their days off. Totally legit!!

A handsome orange tabby clamors sleepily for attention. He is deploying the Paw of Justice. Pray for me.

“Mom! Mom! Mama! Mom! Mommy! Mama! Mom! Mom! Mom!” — Flerken

#cats #catsofbluesky #Flerken #Frito #FritoJeremiahMcFlerken

A handsome orange snoozling snoozes snoozily on a turquoise couch. Blankets are in reach, but he’s sooooo exhausted. *Dramatic sigh*

“You have awoken me. There will be consequences, but I fell right back to sleep. You’re lucky I’m this lazy. We’ll talk in the morning. After I get my breakfast. You owe me that.” — Flerken

#cats #catsofbluesky #Flerken #Frito #FritoJeremiahMcFlerken #lazycat

Jimmy Swaggart’s next thought: “Why is Harvey Keitel here and why is he holding a pineapple?” Props to anyone who gets the reference.

Unpopular opinion: I don’t give a single crusty fuck about who becomes mayor of a city I don’t live in.

I guess after she spent $9M on the dress there wasn’t any money left for a trip to a hairdresser.