The Smells of the Twelve pt2: The Thirteenth
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The Smells of the Twelve pt2: The Thirteenth
Already know I wanna send this to people on June 1
Audio:
Erika, referencing ebenezer scrooge: You, boy! What day is it?!
Brennan, as a young boy: It's Pride, bitch!
dude you gotta watch severance it's so exciting. in season 2 they go outside
(deafening cheering noise) RED!!!!
(to cacophonous applause) REEEDDDDDDDD
i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person
Got that vampire autism where you gotta invite me in every time
new years eve!!! wooo!!! go crazy go wild! 🥳🥳🥳
Hazel
[ID: A short, plump woman with radiant amber hair and rabbit ears, wearing a frilly pale blue dress. She reaches out for a small floating star. End ID.]
Not exaggerating at all, I genuinely think Terry Pratchett was one of the greatest English writers of the 20th and early 21st centuries.
Tobacco propaganda worked so well on me, I think smoking is so hot. This is easily one of the top 7 most cringe things I find sexy, just totally manufactured by some dipshit Marlboro ad exec in a dipshit lab somewhere. My only saving grace is that abs do nothing for me
being able to read for theme and meaning isn't a special ability or anything, which is why I love tumblr, where I can feel like an archmage for being able to do it
I will 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱 my mutuals from everything. from the cold. from the five nights at freddys. you will be safe just get behind me
me in argyle st greggs for my weekly steak bake
Getting on the bus with an art portfolio is soooo humbling
universal experience of feeling like a fucking tool walking around with your large fucking rectangle
when its windy as well and ur trying to discreetly control your feral rectangle from flying away. puts life into perspective
in an interesting case of linguistic convergent evolution, the english words scale, scale, and scale are all false cognates of each other
scale as in „to climb“ comes from the latin scala, for ladder.
scale as in the measuring device comes from the old norse skal, for a drinking vessel sometimes used as a weighing device
scale as in the dermal plating on the skin of some fish and reptiles comes from the old french escale, for shell or husk.