Janaina Medeiros
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Keni
Not today Justin
Show & Tell
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Origami Around
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Peter Solarz
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Love Begins
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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For those who don't know: Ikumi Nakamura is the woman who was senior artist on Bayonetta, and designed the titular character along with Hideki Kamiya. Their greatest moment of bonding was over their insistence that Bayonetta keep her glasses on at all times. Nakamura cannot go to horny jail. She is the warden.
Happy pride month to her and her exclusively
she made a comic about the experience on twitter
taps the sign. youre allowed to have whatever sex you want and i am not here to persecute anyone but you cannot have it both ways. if you want to brag about your yucky transgressive fetish you do not get to complain when people say "well i think its yucky". if you want to get off to a sexualized form of abuse you do not get to complain when survivors of that abuse go "i dont think i want to be around you". i do not think people should be harrassed about their sex lives but i do firmly believe that INDIVIDUALS are allowed to form OPINIONS about it, even if that opinion is "its gross, i dont want to see it, and i dont want to talk to people who are into it"
you simply do not get to demand that everyone be comfortable with your behaviour no matter what. you dont get to say "everyone shut the fuck up and like what i like or else youre a puritanical cuck trying to send politics back to the stone age". if you wanna make your internet presence about how controversial your fetishes are you gotta fucking accept that people will have opinions on that. grow a spine.
kinda obsessed with these, clearly beginner, rings on Etsy being marketed as garnet when i'd bet money that they are glass
the metal work is. certainly better than what i've ever made, so i don't want to speak to harshly. but uh. um.
has anyone posted this yet. best tweet ever written
Toby Keith dying is kinda funny I have to admit
like imagine writing this song in response to 9/11 and ruining the entire genre of country music for an entire generation and then your country loses to the taliban 20 years later anyways and then you die. huge L.
holy shit lol
and Kristofferson outlived his jingoistic ass
aint this show abt high schoolers? dude in the middle looks like a 45 year old vet that got dishonorably discharged 3 months outta basic
u mean to tell me he literally is a war vet. i was kidding.....could be anywhere from 25-40 omfg
He fought in WWI after being inspired to join the military by the ghosts of WWII vets. He goes to school in the 50's, graduates and enlists in 2020, leaves for seven years to fight in a war that only lasted four and ended in 1918, and when he comes back it's 2021. Characters will use rotary phones to call numbers they looked up on their macbooks.
that reply made me feel like I ate too much edibles
You turn on the radio one morning to find another one of those Rap songs where every 4th word is a swear. Naturally the Radio bleeps it out, but you realize that it sounds familiar. You realize that the rappers are speaking in Morse code.
Your eyes widen as you swerve over onto the shoulder of the expressway, nearly hitting a Jeep Cherokee in the process. It didn’t matter to you. Frantically searching the glove compartment, the backseat, and your purse, you finally find a small notepad and a pen with a low ink cartridge. You listen closely to the radio, and begin to scribble down as much as you can. You realize it was merely a pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–
Unfortunately for you, you aren’t very well versed in translating Morse code, merely recognizing it. You reach into your purse to grab your phone, but after a moment of searching, you realize you had left it at home before you left for work. “God damnit,” you mutter. You’re more than halfway to your office, and you’re already running late due to the fact that that you decided to follow some whim and jot down some cryptic message from a provocative rapper. Concluding that it would probably be best for you to mosey to work, you pull back onto the expressway and try to make it to work on time.
Upon arriving at work, you ask any coworker in sight if they know Morse code. Nobody seems to, and some don’t even know what Morse code is. You slump your shoulders in disappointment and head over to your desk, when suddenly, the quiet, mouse-like secretary clears her throat and says, “Excuse me, I know Morse code!”
You turn around with the same wide eyes as before. “You do!?” you ask vigorous excitement, which seems to startle the young woman.
“Yes,” she says, “when I was younger, I planned on joining the navy, so I taught it to myself.” You feel a bit sorry for her, that she wound up as a mere secretary instead of a naval officer, but that feeling of pity didn’t stop you from being grateful for the lucky coincidence of her knowing Morse code. You show her the pattern.
— -. . / - .– — / - .– — / ..-. .. ..-. - -.–
“That’s all there is?” she asks, furrowing her brow.
“Yeah,” you shrugged, “it just kept repeating that over and over again. What does it say?”
“One, two, two, fifty.”
Your heart sinks a little. “What is that? What does that mean, is it like a phone number or house address or something?”
The secretary shrugs. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know. It’s too short to be a phone number, but beyond deciphering it, I’m afraid I can’t help you.”
You nod slowly, and though you understand, you are still not at all satisfied. You go to sit at your desk. 1 2 2 50. The sequence plays over and over in your head all day, and needless to say, your curiosity an wonderment got the best of you. It was not a very productive work day.
You head home, and the same damned song plays on the radio. You shake your head as if that would make the song stop, then decide to plug 12250 into your GPS to see if there are any autofill results. None. You become increasingly frustrated.
When you get home, your daughter is sitting at the kitchen table, working on homework. She runs up to you and gives you a big hug, and asks about your day at work. You put on a fake smile and sigh. “Interesting,” you say— no doubt sugarcoating the intense excitement, disappointment, and confusion.
“Will you help me with my homework? I have to memorize something for my history class tomorrow.”
“Of course, doll! What are you memorizing?”
She hands you a laminated sheet of paper. “Roman numerals!”
You glance over the page, your eyes quickly darting from one, to two, to fifty.
It dawns on you. You’d recognize this pattern anywhere.
I II II L
Go to hell
im so glad nobody on the modern Tumblr Left ever changes their url or icons unless they get deleted and remake because back in The Day (2012) we did that all the time and it made keeping track of who was who nigh impossible. remember halloween urls? man, we used to- [i break out into a fit of raspy coughs that leave me wheezing for air while desperately flailing for the nurse call button] [you notice that my coughs are staining the bedsheet with flecks of blood]
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Take Fremmy to the aquarium day !
I needed this Tik Tok tonight
Gerard P Donelan
I love the notes saying this femme knows exactly what she's doing and it's all part of her flirting technique. You get it.
More of his stuff and about him
My absolute favorite of his work
to me demons are like cats just doing whatever they want causing problems on purpose, while angels are like hares theyre painfully aware of their place in this world theyve seen the end
in my minds eye
my freaks : )
puppet history x night at the museum
Did anybody ask for this crossover? No. But I wanted it so... 🗿🍬
I know we all know that toph loves to cuss, but I just realized
She had an extremely sheltered upbringing, then when she snuck out to fight, she went to the Earth Kingdom version of WWE, which, if it’s like real world WWE, is family entertainment, and she never spent time backstage, she came she fought she left
I don’t think Toph knows any swear words
She learns to swear from team avatar and becomes all powerful.
I don’t think Sokka or Katara would know swears either; they grew up in a village consisting of them, Gram Gram, and a bunch of little kids and their moms
I don’t know if the airbenders taught aang swears or not but I know he’s not really the type to swear anyway
Zuko, on the other hand, spent about 3 years of his life as a young angry teenager surrounded by sailors
Zuko and Suki teach the Gaang to cuss— the Avatar spinoff.
Zuko when he joins Team Avatar
Toph’s REAL life-changing field trip
Not to offer advice nobody asked for but fixing ur sleep schedule is life changing
Things that actually work if u try at them:
Drinking water
No longer making self deprecating jokes
Making sure to take time out of the day to relax and take a breather
Lighting candles
Counting ur breaths in and out if ur having a panic attack
Getting up and trying to do one thing even if u can’t do everything maybe brushing ur teeth but not having the energy to shower
Taking a shower if you can, putting clean clothes on if you can’t, even just a clean set of pjs. Washing your face.
A couple weeks ago I was in a major depressive slump and was feeling really detached from reality. I was trying so hard to fight it but nothing I tried worked until I realized I hadn’t listened to any happy music in almost a week.
I didn’t feel like listening to anything at all but I put on my favorite playlist anyway. Take On Me started and I finger stimmed to the keyboard riff and hummed along and by the end of the song I was smiling. A few more songs and I was fully singing along and feeling more present than I had in days.
Even if it seems small and trivial, like putting on your favorite socks or looking up pictures of kittens, it might be something you need. Of course the music didn’t solve any of the problems I was upset about, but it did help me feel like I was a person again.
This isn’t one of those “must be good to be neurotypical” posts btw, these are small and accessible steps that can really help.
