Zara // Christian, INTJ, writer, enjoyer of numerous fandoms
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Dragonflauz - Do You Not Know? - Tumblr Blog
HDLW sketchbook page <3
Oh 💔
Love how they are posting Daniel all the time ❤️
this is your random reminder to CHECK IF YOU'RE STILL HAVING FUN
are you enjoying scrolling tumblr? watching youtube? reading that book? playing that game? drawing that art? doing that activity? if not,
YOU CAN STOP AND DO SOMETHING ELSE
you don't have to stick to something that you are doing for fun if it isn't fun for you anymore. You can come back! If you've loved it before you are likely to love it again! but you can stop!
Don't get stuck in a loop of doing something that you think should be fun when it isn't! You can put it down for a bit! Maybe that's the very thing that will make it fun again later!
reminder that in “How to Build a Car” the Adrian Newey writes:
“At the time of writing, you would have to say the top drivers in Formula One are Vettel, Ricciardo, Verstappen, Hamilton, and Alonso.”
Don’t let them re-write history.
🔁canducky-momo🐥follow
Are people actually getting upset over the “I hate people” plate? It’s literally just a funny misprint, people need to get over themselves.
🔁duckymomoyoyo🥚🐣follow
Ok well as a mother I don’t think it’s cool that kids are getting a plate where their role model tells them that they hate everyone :/
🔁canducky-momo🐥follow
I think kids are smart enough to know Ducky Momo is fictional but maybe that’s just me
🔁yourverybestfriend✨🐤follow
Op don’t even bother, that other user tried selling stolen fan art at a con
🔁woahwoah-momo🦆follow
What about all those cases where kids imitate what they see on tv?! The “I hate people” plate could have REAL CONSEQUENCES!!
🔁yourverybestfriend✨🐤follow
Can you give me a time that happened outside of made up stories by boomers?? Can you?!
🔁canducky-momo🐥follow
Again kids are smart. So smart. Like, scarily so. My nine year old brothers built a rollercoaster. There are kids out there who can play multiple instruments. There are programs teaching kids how to make robots out of Legos because they know kids are smart enough. Trust me, as an older sister I have been around kids enough to know they are (annoyingly) smart.
🔁yourverybestfriend✨🐤
RB IF YOU THINK KIDS DESERVE RESPECT!!
🔁lovefandël🎸follow
I don’t go here but this came on my dash and like. I agree with OP’s message but are we gonna ignore the part where she said her brothers BUILT A ROLLERCOASTER?!!
🔁honseinabookcase🐴follow
Oh my god???
🔁youverybestfriend✨🐤follow
STOP I DIDN’T EVEN SEE THAT WHAT
🔁inthedoctorzone⏰🐒follow
NOT A RELATABLE EXPERIENCE OP
🔁yourverybestfriend✨🐤
@canducky-momo
OP. LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS OP.
🔁canducky-momo🐥
Ok I just got out the shower and there’s like 500 notes what’s happening. All I said is my brothers built a rollercoaster (which I tried to bust them for). I don’t get what’s so crazy about this
🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰
MOST KIDS DON’T BUILD ROLLERCOASTERS OP.
🔁notgothitspunk🦇🎼follow
In all fairness my dad hypnotized pigeons to poop on my uncle once
🔁scienceforthebadofhumanity⚙️🥼follow
He deserved it.
🔁canducky-momo🐥follow
@notgothitspunk wait we’ve been friends irl for a while now since when does your dad have a tumblr
🔁martysmusicalblenderthemusical🐰follow
This post is a train wreck
🔁yourverybestfriend✨🐤follow
Alright which one of you showed our parents tumblr??
🔁notgothitspunk🦇🎼
my dad is just like that guys I’m sorry
🔁lovefandël🎸follow
WHY ARE WE JUST IGNORING THE PIGEON HYPNOSIS?
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No mold detected!
🔁buford🐟follow
I have molds of all my friends!!
🔁canducky-momo🐤
CAN WE PLEASE GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT DUCKY MOMO???
“DUCKS FEEDING DUCKS?!???”
Poor Penny, she looks so confused XD
(From Ducktales 2017 - S3E09 “They Put a Moonlander on the Earth!”)
scroldie + doing chores
date night doesn't quite go as planned 😅
send me one of my otps and i'll draw them 🌼 bmc 🌼 otp roulette challenge
Here’s the whole snippet for @lady-merian, who liked the Arwen and Aragorn one 💜
He likes to hear her talk, likes the little tunnels her mind goes diving down, and the bridges she builds to make her way back to her main point without changing the subject, likes her metaphors both absurd and profound, likes how often she references old books and older lays, and likes the sound of all of it, her voice not high and soft, nor too low, and how often she is near to making herself laugh, nearly as often as she is to making him.
But right now she’s going to fall if she doesn’t shut up. He puts the back of his hand against her bare ankle and nudges it over to where the toehold actually is, and steadies her there until she finds it, and pushes herself a little farther up the cliff.
She says, “Thanks. You doing okay?”
Wish she’d pay attention, but yep. He says, “Can you see the next one?”
“I can, it’s up there by that root. This isn’t as steep as the backside of the Spire, you know. Piece of cake.”
“North face is a better climb.”
“I agree, just had to take a bet. That one place where it overhangs is tricky, you have to make a little leap and—”
The edge is there and she makes a grab for it, but the rotten rock crumbles in her hand. She is too experienced to panic and turn loose with the other but still he slams his own palm into the small of her back, pinning her there against the cliff-face so she will not peel back and plunge down over the top of his head into the gorge. He does not ease up until she finds a better handhold, and uses it to drag herself over the edge. She is laying on her back, one knee drawn up, arms flung out, heaving a little, when he slithers the last ascent and rolls up and sits beside her for a while until his own heart slows back down to a lope.
She says, still somewhat breathlessly, “I need to stop talking.”
“Mm.”
“It’s what I do when I’m nervous, I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to be sorry, you just need to—”
“Pay attention, I know, you’re right.”
“We’re going to be okay.”
“I know.”
Two weeks now they have come north, often driven off course by the goblins which are thick and bold as flies. Somewhere behind them without even the covering of a shoddy cairn lies the body of Orophin of the Wood, doughty warden of the March, who had hated him brazenly, and at the last stood fast at his shoulder and held the narrow trail, and borne a dozen black darts in his body, and flogged him after the lady when flight alone remained to him, or else to stay and die with his companion, and leave Arwen Undomiel here in the Wild alone.
Her hand lies in the dust, skinned across the knuckles, the nails chipped and broken off and embedded with black dirt. He lifts it. Has he touched her so, without a real need? He cannot remember, their help to one another has become an unselfconscious thing. He steadies her on the trail; she leans upon his shoulder to pour sand out of her shoes; they touch hands delivering the canteen back and forth between themselves; they take turns sitting the watch with their legs brushing together in the dark beneath the covering of their only cloak.
He had held her while she wept, that first morning, and tended to her hurts, but that then needful too.
Now he takes her hand for no good reason but because she frightened him, and because it sits there, scuffed and filthy and nevertheless as lovely as a niphredil, and because he would string his forefather’s ring upon it right here on the shoulder of the High Pass, and to hell with all the wretched consequences.
His eyes fly to her. She is looking at him as if he had spoken the thought aloud. It came upon him like a meteor, blazing and abrupt; he has never in his life allowed himself to think it quite so clearly. She does not take her hand away. Her hair strewn all around her on the stone. She says softly, her eyes very still and very clear, as if she is standing on the scant edge of some precipice gazing out at the air she will soon cast herself into, “Why don’t you, then.”
Whump Prompt #008
Telltale signs that a Whumpee is coming down with something.
They're little things, trivial things, things only Caretaker would notice.
Wrapping up in extra blankets and wearing heavy sweaters when Whumpee usually runs on the hotter side.
Maybe they push away a favorite food, or nibble on the edges just to satisfy Caretaker.
They get clingy, nuzzling into touches, leaning on Caretaker, intertwining fingers and kissing hands.
Sleepiness sets in early, and Caretaker has to catch their forehead so Whumpee doesn't bash their head in on the table when they start dozing off.
Pink cheeks, dark circles, bright, too bright eyes-
And there's no doubt in Caretaker's mind. Whumpee is sick.
"I want sugar"
"I want soda"
"I want pizza"
"I want burger"
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It’s mr star war himself!!
He’s like a kid on his first day of school I adore him so much you don’t even understand what he means to me
Based on this image vv
Anyone who thinks Jesus would be picking a political side if he showed up today has forgotten that his core followers included an anti-Rome zealot and a guy who was until then a tax collector for said Roman rulers. And he expected them to play nice and work together.
Scrolling tumblr while walking in circles around the CVS parking lot at 11 PM so my dog can get her zoomies out with minimal effort on my part, whatchu guys up to?