In All Seriousness - Tumblr Posts
Reminder that trees are super important for not only lowering the heat index, but also for all creatures that use the trees for shelter!
Like Chipmunks, insects, birds, WGA, SAG-AFTRA, squirrels, certain lizards, frogs, and much more!
Make sure you prune them only when necessary!
Thanks, I've been realizing that for a while. This is just adding insult to my emotional ego
Cole Sprouse was born to shut up him being mute was a perfect choice
kathryn newton was born to play horror girlies. cole sprouse was born to do physical comedy and make a weird face. this is why lisa frankenstein is a perfect movie.
I’m gonna go on a rampage of serotonin.
Your sweet, and kind, and awesome, and poggers, and pretty, and cute, and nice, and friendly, and great, and blursed, and lovely, and amazing, and talented, and a f*cking amazing mutual!
Have a good time of day/night! :)
ok bye im gonna sob about this for the next 5 hours thank u jay
mingi x reader x wooyoung
word count: 25k
angst, smut
(part 1)
even before your relationship with wooyoung ended the way it did, you always wondered what drove people to cheat? did they just never care from the start, basing the relationship off lies and fake smiles, or did something happen down the line?
were there problems that only one person could see and didn’t feel comfortable enough talking about to the other? did they feel neglected or unloved, like they needed to seek out that affection and validation elsewhere?
or did they really just have no regard for another person, selfishly occupied with their own pleasures and needs while realizing, maybe, they didn’t care if they hurt the person or not.
if you asked your ex-boyfriend, he’d say it was none of the above - he’d say that it simply just happened.
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People are over here acting like Noel Gruber is a bottom. Lies. Lies and slander.
He says, and I quote, "Being the only gay man in a small, rural high school is kinda like having a laptop during the stone age. Sure, you can have one but there's nowhere to plug it in."
That is not the innuendo of a bottom, that is the innuendo of a TOP
“Looks like we’ve got another mystery on our hands, gang.”
Never thought I'd have to do a school presentation about fanfiction... but here we are.
I question the wisdom of @starlightintheirwake ‘s decision, but so be it!
Anne wipes her face free of gore with an audible, annoyed sniff. This shit is starting to get old, fast. If they don’t put someone nicer in charge soon, there won’t be a soul left from here to the Gate—or however the fuck far along they manage to get before that order goes through after all and half the damn party turns into a bunch of purple squids before enslaving the other half. If they’re lucky, mind. (Gods, what in the hells has she signed on for? And worse, what would happen if she turns her back now, decides enough’s enough and a debt’s paid?)
Instead of shivering at her own thoughts, Anne pulls her companion up, steadies him with what little of her strength remains when he does so.
“Sorry ‘gain ‘bout the alchemist’s fire. Honest t’gods, I didn’t see ye there.”
i don’t take hints you gotta hit me upside the head
https://uquiz.com/Zdi6uy hey guys take my kagepro kinnie uquiz :):):) (but dont take it TOO seriously its all goofs in here)
seems incredibly cruel i was on holiday with no drawing tablet when the 217 fire truck pic dropped. heres bucktommy doing the bathena unprofessionalism kiss to make up for it (bc buck takes after his dad)
Noo
don't expose me like this!
people freaking out over me biting them is my new favourite thing
Crying laughing shrieking with delight
Voices ring in the ears of my heart and I am lost to twin worlds not my own
My heart beats with gratitude deep and strong
Stories spun soft smooth and taut carry me away and I am thankful for the effort of the spinner
- my reaction to a well told story
Wow, 50 notes. This really took off, just like Edgeworth’s plane to Europe
yknow we as a fandom talk shit about edgeworth "choosing death" and fucking off to Europe but honestly sometimes I feel like maybe that fruitcake was on to something
i wasnt expecting emotions when i woke up this morning but heRE I AM. crying!
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I-I’m sorry, *what* kind of errors?
Also, how does that even happen? Weasels? Not judging, but.... weasels???
UPDATE: THE WEASELS ARE GONE
UPDATE UPDATE: the menagerie has continued with:
Tapirs
Chickens
Weasels
Guitar
Honeydew
Badger
Watercress
We are investigating issues causing a subset of Destiny 1 and Destiny 2 players to receive WEASEL errors.
i don’t care that Shane continues to drink after the six heart event
