Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
if i look back, i am lost
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Misplaced Lens Cap
Origami Around
JBB: An Artblog!
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Xuebing Du
Sade Olutola
Peter Solarz
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
todays bird
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON
@theartofmadeline
Love Begins
Andulka
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The scene I can’t stop thinking about from #thelastofus Swipe for color / rough / clean / still #bellaramsey #fanart #classicalanimation #2d #2danimation #procreate #callipeg #animation #artistsoninstagram #pedropascal #fashion https://www.instagram.com/p/CqG-bJCryEw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Welcoming this beautiful baby to my life. His name is Bartosz and he has stolen my heart ❤️ . . . . . #puli #pulidog #puppy #dogsofinstagram #mopdog https://www.instagram.com/p/B3lMkVHD9yk/?igshid=1qhlkksmxjh3d
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
BURN BAGEL BURN
OH WHY NOT?
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
Bagel what are your powers
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
THE BAGEL POWERS ARE WAY TOO MUCH FOR THIS WORLD
I GOT A JOB THE DAY AFTER MY QUEUE POSTED THIS THE FIRST TIME AND I JUST REALIZED IT WHEN I SAW IT AGAIN HOLY GOD
The bagel hasn’t let me down yet!
I need luck on this day
I need some luck rn
Get your bagel luck!
I’ll pray to the bagel god if it means this dizziness goes the fuck away.
Please Bagel.
Well, couldn’t we all use a little help?
Okay but only because this is the most absurd version of this meme I have seen to date and I love it
Okay but the bagel worked, I found out I get to go to my dream school a few hours after I reposted it 😍😍😍😍
Fingers crossed y'all!
My friend commissioned a crochet dragon scale pouch for her husband's huge collection of dnd dice. #crochet #dnd #dnddice #dndart #knitting #crafts #craft #birthdaygifts #artistsoninstagram #handmade #commission https://www.instagram.com/p/BqwP7BkhmLl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=16v2qtqf3m69t
Day 2. Tranquil #inktober #artistsoninstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/Bodrbc8g2_m/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vkw2ctwouim1
Some tokens I made for our DnD game #dnd #polymerclay
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Mexico might have gotten the victory, but canadians got the entertaining part of the evening
OMG REBLOG THIS & LOOK AT UR BLOG ITS COMPLETELY DIFERENT
Me
iM CHIR YING BC THE WAY IT LOOKS ON YOUR BLOG SEND HELP
oh my
i dunt see it
EDIT***:
WHATTHE HELL.
…You had my curiosity…
[After]
WHAT THE JESUS FUCK IS THIS VOODOO?!
(I’ll try it
edit
WHAT)
im so confused what is
wait oh
[after] WTF!?!?!?!?!?! Someone get the fucking salt!
Oh my god
I don’t get it :/
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I wish people would stop asking me where I think I’m going to be in 5 years. I don’t have 2020 vision.
Last chance to post this!
also that whole tale of aragorn and arwen thing where he saw her in the woods at twenty and fell instantly in love and it’s very beren and luthien? lies.
aragorn decided he was going to marry arwen when he was like, six.
and everyone thought it was just the cutest thing, baby estel with his little crush on the great immortal evenstar, and everyone would tease him about it relentlessly and he would get so mad, and pout, because how dare they doubt his word.
(arwen spent a lot of time biting back smiles and nodding very seriously when aragorn brings this up with her. no, estel, I do not know why they are laughing perhaps they have remembered a particularly funny joke.)
and then aragorn grows into this gangly teen and oh my god can you imagine being a pimply greasy teenager around fucking elves it’s a wonder he has any self-image left. His voice breaks every other word and the laundresses are beginning to wonder if something is wrong with the sheets because estel keeps washing them himself and aragorn wants to die, god, arwen is never going to marry him if he stays all elbows and skinny knees and he can’t even look her in the eye anymore without blushing, eye contact is probably something to look for in a husband—
(arwen, who never had to go through puberty because elves don’t do anything so undignified, tries to comfort him by saying she likes his blemishes. aragorn gives her a look of such utter, miserable despair that she starts laughing.)
(this is a mistake. he spends the next three weeks nursing his wounded ego and refusing to see her.)
estel is twenty when he asks for her hand. he is lean, slender and fair as a new tree, and so arwen does not feel guilt in kissing his cheek and gently refusing. he is still green, he will weather greater storms than this—and he takes it as he should, clasping her hand and swearing to ever be her loyal friend.
they write to each other—when she is in lorien, when he wanders with the rangers of the north, fights alongside gondor, travels to distant lands. it is an inconstant tie—he is rarely afforded time enough to put pen to paper; she is reserved so as not to encourage what may not be. (she signs her letters always, your friend. She likes him too well to be cruel in this.)
the years pass. his weariness and strife creeps onto the page, and she sends him tokens to fend off the darkness—leaves from lothlorien, the ribbon from her hair, snippets of poems. it is not enough it is never enough I am sorry, she writes.
his reply is gentle: you are enough. do not stop writing.
(she carries that letter tucked inside her sleeve for a long while, like a talisman—though against what evil, she does not know.)
she is in the house of her grandmother when a familiar voice calls out to her: my lady luthien!
this is when arwen looks up, sees aragorn—broad of chest and rugged, still wearing his battered mail, with one hand balanced lazily on the pommel of his sword. All the trees of caras galadhon are gold but he is shadow and silver, kingliness resting lightly on his shoulders—
and arwen thinks, oh fuck
Something Rotten!
omg a musical song about COMPLAINING ABOUT WRITING My whole life I have been waiting for this. MY WHOLE LIFE.
OH MY WORD
@veleste
*thinks about the boys I’ve let touch me* *vomits*
