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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Comission for @ haboat of their OC Oleander! Or also known as the Volatile Mathematician jeje
My Ko-fi - Comission Info
Shading added! :D
also introducing penny, the panicked performer/panicked glassworker! be niceys
(Well, there is a man here.)
Do you believe it so?
FMK
Fuck Senshi, marry Grace, kill Tenna
Fuck Senshi, marry Tenna, kill Grace
Fuck Grace, marry Senshi, kill Tenna
Fuck Grace, marry Tenna, kill Senshi
Fuck Tenna, marry Senshi, kill Grace
Fuck Tenna, marry Grace, kill Senshi
WHILE THE WORLD SPEAKS ABOUT HUMAN RIGHTS, THIS IS THE REALITY.
For more than two and a half years, you have stood by me through some of the hardest moments of my life. Your support, your words, and your kindness helped us keep going when we were close to breaking. Because of you, we were able to hold on, and I will never forget that.
But the truth is, our story is not over yet.
We have lost everything, our home, our source of income, and the stability we once had. It feels like we are not just starting from zero, but trying to rise from below it.
Now things are even harder with my father’s illness. He needs ongoing care and treatment, while we are facing a complete lack of income. Even covering our basic daily needs has become a real struggle.
We are doing everything we can to stay strong, but we cannot do it alone anymore.
I am not asking for much, just for you to stand by us as you always have. Any support, no matter how small, can make a real difference. It can help us cover my father’s treatment, provide our basic needs, and help us keep going.
And if you are unable to donate, simply sharing our story could help it reach someone who can.
Thank you for being there for us and for not leaving us alone.
Dear Esteemed Donors, My name is Ahmad, and I am a 16-year-old from northern Gaza… Ahmad family needs your support for Support Ahmad’s Fami
📌📌📌 Fundraiser vetted (#167 by el-shab-hussein & nabulsi), But we created a new GoFundMe page because GoFundMe suspended the beneficiary’s account.
https://twitter.com/birdtickler/status/1552657242909904897?s=21&t=q4JEDIALmV-cAjcoEOypdw
ok so I looked it up, and it turns out they made a track out of PVC pipes, down a hill. The owner didn't realise PVC expanded in the heat, so on a turn the track just fell apart and the dude inside went over a fucking free way and into a swamp.
The funniest part is that the inspector was watching the whole time, and once the ball stopped he left without saying anything. Park management just shut it down then and there.
"The ball cleared a small hill, briefly going airborne, then zipped right across Route 94, the two-lane road splitting the park. Cars honked and slammed on their brakes. If there had been opposing traffic, Frank would have become part of a real-life game of Pong, volleying from one bumper to another.
Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.
Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.
We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."
I don't know that this beats the teeth story, but it's pretty great.
teto shorts
you can imagine kasane teto in cargo shorts that don't fit very well
Settings > Lurking Horrors > Creeping Dread > Configure My Creeping Dread
i came up with this stupid fucking metaphor for what being a man felt like for me and i can't come up with anything better. it's like only being able to eat a plain as fuck cheese sandwich. white bread, young gouda cheese, salted butter. it's like, fine, it's satisfying when you're hungry, but more importantly it's all that's ever offered to you. eating a plain as fuck cheese sandwich every day is kinda miserable for breakfast lunch and dinner.
but then you learn that most other men have like 0 problems with plain as fuck cheese sandwich. they fucking love plain as fuck cheese sandwich. they're like "how can we reinvent plain as fuck cheese sandwich?" and "plain as fuck cheese sandwich is under fucking attack". and you're like. does it *have* to be cheese sandwich? can we add to it perhaps? and then everyone looks at you a little funny. and they're like "well you could always try swiss cheese". and you're like no i want like an additional ingredient, i want to try ham, or try toasting it. and they get a little threatened by the suggestion. you offer them to try it and they feel repulsed by it. and you don't get it cause like, it's just a bit more ham? but you never really let go of the cheese sandwich either, even though girls are out there eating ceasar salad. you're like wow that's so many more interesting ingredients, can't i try that but for cheese sandwich, and change it up a bit? but you never let go of the idea that it has to still be a cheese sandwich because it's all you have. it's all you ever fucking get. you COULD be eating anything in the world but there's this pressure on you to continue going on with cheese sandwich forever because what if it's bad? what if you change it and don't like it? what if you try ceasar salad and it's awful and it feels like you're marked for life forever for it? is soup even something that's *for* you? are you allowed to have soup? nobody has ever offered you soup. or ceasar salad. all you get is cheese sandwich. and it's scary to say no to it because what if you never have it offered to you again?
this metaphor kinda sucks
passing in public makes me feel like white shrek
literally how it feels
You have to play portal if you haven’t played it yet thats NOT okay portal 1 is like 4 hours and portal 2 is like 7. How much time do you spend every week scrolling social media. Ok now replace that with thinking with portals. Guess what you just played two 10/10 games and it’s not even Sunday
🇪🇸 SPAIN HAS WON THE CUSTODY BATTLE! 🇪🇸
Dos estrellitas
I think the most interesting thing about the “how do you pronounce touhou” post is that it’s not even the most common way to pronounce it. Like, I’ve heard people say “toe-hoo” and “toe-hoe” and “toe-ow” and “toe-ow-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo” and “toe-ow-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo
Your creation
the average red state is closer to Sharia Law than Zohran’s NYC