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howlsmovingumbrellastand

I’ve finally managed to make a vine compilation short enough that Tumblr will let me post it!

solace-y

I thought it wasn’t possible to crack an egg in your palm like that how to fuck did he

selesnyapokemonprofessor

This is a good one 12/10

toomucherin

this is legit my favorite vine compilation ever, i’m crying

aislinavalbane

I just sat here and rewatched this like 10 times! LOLOL!

some-bread-roll

This took me twenty years to edit

succubusboyfriend

me at any given time: can we just buckle down and focus on the task at hand please???

my brain:

my brain: ……….ranibow sprimkle……………

ranibow sprimkle……..

kepchup.

SPINCH

B A N C H

chichen nuggest

b R o G L e

strawbebbies..

this post almost moved me to tears

were-owl-deactivated20241025

Tag yourself, I’m spinch or rainbow sprimkle

justnick612-deactivated20210723

I’m kepchup lmao

fysticalmorest

Brogle and rainbow sprimkle

atlinmerrick

This is so charming I feel punched in the solar plexus and I’m here for this sort of gentle, sweet violence.

kristiemewisstan

some additions from my own collection

weepingwillo-deactivated2022071

worldheritagepostorganization

World Heritage Post

striders

i’ve been thinking about this for days

sun-citadel

Inside the church

macchitea

happy father’s day to meta knight

nokie

this video changed me as a person

thefuzzydave

drinkyourjuiceshelby

stupidbeecandle

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days