To all of those learning a language. Its okay to not be confident in the language, but still please speak clearly when ordering something in that language. you know what's harder to understand than broken English? Mumbled broken English.
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To all of those learning a language. Its okay to not be confident in the language, but still please speak clearly when ordering something in that language. you know what's harder to understand than broken English? Mumbled broken English.
Why does no one talk about mayfly emergences in texas? A million bugs becoming adults all at the same time once the storm clears? To live one day to lay eggs in bodies of water that will inevitably dry up? But for this moment, this brief moment, they are alive, they see the sky and fill it with the beating of their millions of new wings, for the first and only time, and they will never know their effort this day was most likely futile.
Climbers and Patrons. Knowing the difference could save your life someday.
Sorry for the lack of art ive been turning into compost since I graduated
Let me tell you all about the weirdest restaurant experience I've ever had.
So this was a while ago, me and my father were going to a concert (I believe the headliner was The Rare Occasions, but I was going for the opener, Addison Grace) and we wanted to stop for a bite to eat. My dad asked what I wanted,
"Pasta" was all that was needed to be said.
My dad found a decently reviewed Italian place and we parked nearby (Dallas street parking is a bitch) and we walked to the nice looking place.
Little did we know that when we opened the door we'd be hit with a wave of overdecorated.
Roses, roses and fake candles were stuffed in every corner of the place. There was a giant ball of roses hanging from the ceiling, roses at every table, roses were attached to the beams. And fake candles were up in the freaking banisters. The largest wall had a large painting of cherubs barely clad in flowing silks flying in the sky. Sprinkled throughout the place were greco-roman statues.
We look and notice in a corner booth, watching us walk in, was a man in his finest budget suit, freshly polished shoes, and oiled slick back hair. Twirling some red wine in a glass. Sitting with his legs crossed leaning back into his booth with his arm casually off the back of the booth chair. We were sat and ordered. My dad got veal (as he was surprised to see it on the menu and was curious) and I got a shrimp alfredo. We were given large plates, mine being filled to the brim with pasta and shrimp. We were happy to get our money's worth. Unfortunately, the food wasn't amazing. The alfredo was ok but the veal was subpar, which disappointed my father.
When we were done we both needed the bathroom. We were given directions by our waiter, and to access the bathroom we needed to pass wine man. We passed and went through a door into a different world.
The hallway was nearly industrial feeling. With concrete floor and sub optimal lighting. The bathroom itself was one you may find in your grandma's house.
When I left the bathroom my father was talking to Wine Man, who had the worlds most indistinguishable accent that I can truly only describe describe as "European". This is were we find out that he is the establishments owner. We swapped a few pleasantries and left, I urged my father to ask about his accent, but he deemed it would be "rude". So we left that strange place, and have never returned since.
Currently redrawing old cringy art of @heisa030 's anxietytale sans because they saw the original art and I need to redeem myself, heisa's impression of me CANNOT be my crappy fanart from highschool 😂
Welp, I tried. I wanted to make it neater but messy lines and coloring just work with him so well.
Currently redrawing old cringy art of @heisa030 's anxietytale sans because they saw the original art and I need to redeem myself, heisa's impression of me CANNOT be my crappy fanart from highschool 😂
My favorite dnd npc ive ever made (if youre in my party dont read the rest of this cuz spoilers)
A kenku merchant named Ratsqueak. Her little shop is full of all sorts of things from powerful items to useless trinkets. Only thing is that there's a dispel field around the entire shop so you dont know if an item is magic until you leave the shop with it. Bonus, Ratsqueak thinks currency is stupid and will only trade items. She usually only takes items of equal value or more, but sometimes she just wants that one cool thing you have. She'd trade a bag of holding for a spoon if its shiny enough. 😂
So I just finished A Court of Thorns and Roses (please no spoilers for the other books) and I absolutely love the character dynamics at the start of the book. It's just Tamlin being awkward as hell with Feyre, Lucien being the encouraging wingman, and Feyre trying to figure out how she could murder them and bail.
Tamlin: "you look... nice"
Lucien: *nodding and giving a thumbs up*
Feyre in her head: "Maybe if I stab one in the neck while the other is away, I'll have enough time to take a horse and escape"
I have now read the second book (finally) and safe to say I fucking hate Tamlin now. Rhysand you go king
Loving being outside is such a curse when you're a texan. I having a good time listening to music and notice my dog, I start walking towards her and then suddenly it was like she totally disappeared.
Thats when I realized she moved a few feet and I was suffering from a heatstroke 😃
Soooo how we feeling after episode 8?
I'm a Caniac until the Very End 🫵
All he wanted to do was fulfill his programming. The circus members just couldn't understand he's incapable of understanding them
Just explained to my dad what a himbo was, this was brought up because I said that Patrick Warburton should only play himbos.
He then agreed with me that, yes, all his best roles were that of himbos and that it should be the only thing he plays
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Also tumblr was being stupid and kept reblogging to THE WRONG FLIPPING BLOG so sorry about that 😅
Writing out a comic idea and I cant believe this is the most romantic thing I've ever written
I love just scrolling through ao3 and finding just an ANCIENT fic. Just found one from 2008!