I had a dream where Apollo was like “guys I’m autistic” and Klavier was like “it okay I’m autism too ❤️” and they held hands and Edgeworth was there and he was like pointing at them surprised and he was like “oh my jod Austin” like exactly like that I swear
let's take 16 secs to watch wilson's 50 bucks dance
As a rule of thumb, don't reblog donation posts or people asking for donations unless they've been vetted and reblogged by Palestinian bloggers. We usually go to lengths to verify this shit because we know scammers have been faking to get people to send them money, using the urgency of our genocide as bait.
It's disgusting this is what we're dealing with, but people are losing money because of some truly evil people out there.
Accounts don't just randomly spring up on tumblr without gofundmes while asking for someone to help them create a campaign. Fuck out of here with that shit.
finally hopping on the dead girl detectives train.
the case files are done (so tiny, never again) and the Mini Agency is up and running!
“long face” has such touching lyrics omg..
I love you PBS I love you NPR I love you public libraries I love you wikipedia I love you project gutenberg I love you librivox I love you libby I love you hoopla I love you openlibrary I love you internet archive I love you resources that make information free and accessible to the public