Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Kaledo Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Andulka
Jules of Nature
Product Placement
trying on a metaphor
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TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Cosimo Galluzzi
JBB: An Artblog!
Kiana Khansmith
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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sheepfilms
Misplaced Lens Cap
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@enellee
went,To the BossManshop .getting of sOme parsley, & 1 of milk, Im also get an EnergyDrink B.C , IM ALL TireD &shit . GotAsked form some shittings ID , Like hell Im havin.gv that .......he said , Its cos your buying a CreamEgg . &and You lookSoyoung
Im Said remember wheN im , present of theCou,ntry ???!!! !!!!!!!!!!... He.says BlimeyYes mate , you cocKed that up A Bit
construction of the cake ladder
construction of the cake ladder
once again enamored with whatever Joel has going on
Is this anything?
the knowerrrrrrr the waaatcche (gets looked at)
today's mini fellas are uhh ppl who fell off the ladder!🪜
Graves in the Life Series
3rd Life:
Scar (First grave in the series), Jimmy, Pizza (The llama), Cleo
Last Life:
Tango
Double Life:
Ranchers and Rancher's Revenge (The warden), BigB
Limited Life:
Judge Judy & Executioner (The frog) and Jimmy, Joel
Secret Life:
Jimmy (He was still alive)
Wild Life:
Skizz and Mumbo
Noteworthy grave facts:
Grian made at least 8 of these
In Secret life Joel Mentions making a grave for Mumbo, and then does not
In 3rd Life Scott picked flowers for Cleo's grave, but never placed them before he perma-died
cute guy
So you know how there’s this ‘Winners Theory’ about how the next season's gimmick is likely to reflect the previous winner's play style. Well my personal theory is that Joel just got into his car and hit 88 miles per hour.
FULL LIFE SERIES TRAILER
IMGOING INSANE THE EVO SYMBOL THE WATCERS AAAAAA
DESERT DUO MET UP PHOTO IM CRYING SO MUCH
THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO MEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭
Mumbo, still trembling, closes his eyes and ignores everything he can see despite them being closed. He ignores the uncountable sensations against his skin, the mix of burning-cooling-itching that all blends together into something that is simultaneously so painful it’s numb and so indescribable it hurts. He ignores the howling, tending, tearing at his ears, and he most certainly ignores the scent of pure memories that pull him in and out of the moment every time he fails to.
He mustn’t think. He can only bear to think in the brief gaps between the noise. If he lets himself think too long, he will realize that he doesn’t have to have his eyes open to see, because the thing he’s trying to look away from doesn’t exist on that sort of plane of existence. He will realize he can hear the endless fractal shapes of wings and eyes around him. He can taste it. He can feel it. He does not need eyes.
He keeps them shut. Grian had told him, once, that if he ever got confronted with his true form, he must keep his eyes shut. Mumbo is doing that now.
“It’s okay,” he mumbles. “It’s okay."
He gets the scent of someone saying 'Mumbo', a shout, panic, pain, not pain. He screws his eyes shut tighter. An overwhelming sensation that he should flee courses through him for a moment and he nearly runs into one the walls of their cell. Unfortunately, those walls are designed to hold in Grian, so Mumbo just bruises his nose.
"We can't leave. They drugged you and locked us both in, remember?"
The sensation is overpowering for a moment. For a moment, Mumbo loses hold of whatever sanity he's holding on to and every part of his body screams fear. He needs to leave, he needs to leave, he needs to leave, he can't leave, he doesn't know what to do, it's a deep and true sensation of doom and panic and then--
Acceptance. Mumbo finds himself curled on the ground.
Something apologizes.
"You were drugged," Mumbo mumbles. "You can't help it."
Mumbo hears the sound that happens when he's dying, he thinks. Then he hears sadness.
"I won't. You told me what to do. All, all I've got to do is hang on until, until either whatever they gave you gets out of your system, or, or someone rescues us. I mean, the other hermits, they'd certainly be rescuing us, right? I imagine they're already tearing, um, wherever we are? They're already tearing it to pieces. Skizz and Impulse are nearly as frightening as you, and, um, we both know what Doc is like angry, and it's okay, it's okay."
Mumbo does not want to have to be the reasonable one. He keeps his eyes shut and lets the feeling like hundreds of sharp feathers cross his skin as Grian tries harder to simultaneously surround and not surround Mumbo, tries to figure out how not to hurt him.
There is not a way for Grian not to hurt Mumbo. Mumbo has known this since they were first shoved in the same cell and Grian lost control.
He can't say that, though, because the moment Grian panics, he will actually kill him. He won't mean to. That's the truly terrible part. Grian will not mean to. He will not try to. He will try not to, in fact.
It's just. A god and a mortal should not be held in the same cage.
So Mumbo has to be the reasonable one. Just a little longer. Or Grian will never forgive himself.
Mumbo breathes. It makes his lungs feel like they're full of blue and purple and syrup and needles. It makes him feel like crying again. It also makes him feel like curling up and feeling nothing, which is the particularly dangerous bit.
"We'll figure this out. It's okay," he lies in his most soothing tone of voice. Somehow, he doesn't think Grian believes him.
They've just got to both pretend a little longer.
So, there's another aspect to the chicken plan, really. It's one Mumbo, uh, wouldn't normally bring up, really. Not worth talking about. Not always likely to succeed. But these days, he thinks it might just succeed, which is good, because he'd never be allowed to go through with this if it didn't, and--
So what he's got to do, Mumbo knows, is not tell Grian he's dying.
Which sounds silly when he says it like that. A few years ago and he wouldn't have ever considered it. Grian would move heaven and earth for Mumbo, he knows. Grian would find a way to stop it. He would. And certainly, they've been growing apart a little recently--
--Well, actually, saying it like that isn't quite right. Saying it like that makes it sound like they've been mad at each other or something. The thing is that it's more like... Now Mumbo wants to say they've been seeing other people. That's also not right. That would imply they were dating, and they most certainly aren't doing that. Also, Grian's the one who's actually been seeing other people. Mumbo has...
Mumbo has...
He's grown apart from quite a few people, now that he thinks about it. That doesn't matter; he's built a perfect town and a perfect home for himself and he's always kind of wanted to be a supercomputer anyway? It seems like the sort of thing that would be fun. The next step up from building a base that lives: being a base that lives. The chicken is a means to an end, and that end is a really wonderful time, and all he has to do is not tell anyone.
He is very good at not telling anyone things. He knows if he tells anyone, but especially if he tells Grian, then they will do--something. Stop this, somehow. Stop him. Cry, probably? He's pretty sure people cry when they talk about dying. Then again, it doesn't make sense to cry, not really. It's not a sad occasion.
It doesn't make sense that, every time he imagines explaining himself to Grian, the thing he sees in his mind's eye is crying.
After all, Mumbo is making himself immortal.
And if he's doing it alone, well, it's not as though hermit isn't in the name.
For my small.sons birtday we went,To a garden centre and & Looks at some hottubs. And He did get, a 8 Peice Broil King BBQ Tool Set also 20kg Of grit. He Had a 3 cheese scones . we brought A new shed and saw This big fountain with a Tall girl crying grace fully ...& We cries a little bit.Cause , she just was so grace ful.
usually im a hater of rp blogs (they can clog tags and a lot of times i feel like theyre too ooc or they respond to annoying people) but theres always One Exception that i will check religiously.
these are the blogs that capture exactly ho wthis character would use tumblr and they don't let anyone peek behind the scenes. blogs like tubbo3091. these can fuckin capture me
alot of rp blogs forget the blog part of the equation... im not talking to Character in their world. im reading their Posts. their posts on tumblr dot com.
nobody was doing it how like tubbo3091 was doing it
tubbo3091's posts were good enough as normal posts that a few actually broke out to the rest of tumblr. Thank guns im friday.
