John Mulaney Has Checked Into Rehab. Here’s What We Are Going To Do:

Floofy haired Roman Roy.

Yep, that's the post

im so so so sorry, i went HAM and sent you like my full list of kickable dudes i want to be. and yes now im exposing myself

i can not tell who you put but get ready to have your guys fight!

i am waiting for a fight of the century >:}

What’s your Roman Empire?

How terrible our current society is and how we're slowly losing our right to live due to how expensive living is getting, also we have terrible people in power i think we should kill them all and also money needs to be given back to the poor

And also, Palestine 🍉🍉🍉 all eyes on rafah

Breathe but piano.

GROSS GIRL SUMMER MAY BE COMING TO AN END BUT THAT MEANS FOREST FAE FALL IS COMING SOON

Bluebird of Friendliness - submitted by @meowstic-seer-of-the-future

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My BOYS!!

My child is autistic. He doesn’t do well with change. Even little things that would be meaningless to most people.

For example, his hairbrush was getting old and worn. He had chewed the end of it. The cats had chewed some bristles. It was dirty and dusty. But I didn’t say anything. Because it’s his hairbrush.

Finally, he said he thinks it’s time for a new brush. Ok, I say, we’ll put it on the shopping list, and get one next time we’re in town.

So we go to town and we go to the store. There are many hairbrushes to choose from. He picks one and they even have it in his favorite color. We buy it, take it home, and remove the packaging.

I go to put it on the shelf where the old hairbrush is. Can we throw out the old one, I ask.

That’s when he stops. That’s when he freezes and gets a momentary look of panic on his face. Throw out the old one? That hadn’t occurred to him.

Because here’s the thing. Hair brushing is a part of his morning routine. And not just hair brushing, but hair brushing with that particular brush. To most people, the act of hair brushing is the routine, but not the brush itself. The objects are interchangeable. But not to my child. Not to someone with autism. The brush itself is just as important as the act of brushing.

So I take a breath. I put the old brush down. Think about it, I say. Let me know tomorrow what you want to do with this brush.

He decides. He realizes keeping an old hairbrush is not necessary. But it’s still important to him. So he asks if I can cut off one bristle. To keep. As a memory of the old hairbrush.

I don’t laugh. I don’t tell him it’s silly. I respect his need. I cut off the bristle. He puts it in his treasure box, along side some smooth rocks, beads, sparkly decals, a Santa Claus charm from a classmate, a few other things meaningful to him.

He throws the old hairbrush away himself. He is able to move on, and accept the change.