Misplaced Lens Cap

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todays bird
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
YOU ARE THE REASON

@theartofmadeline

Love Begins

Andulka
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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occasionally subtle
hello vonnie
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER

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@just-for-ship
before and after
Remember when you'd turn on the radio and almost always Poker Face was playing
Back when God was still listening
I'm not a catholic and have never even seen one up close, but I think the pope should start excommunicating people on the reg again. Just start publicly going "you know what, fuck you, you can't sit with us. You're not allowed in church or heaven on the grounds of being JD Vance. Eat shit and go to hell."
Stir shit up a little. What's the point of being the mouthpiece of god if nothing you say has consequences.
Mutual interests. Gift.
Watercolour, gouache, and coloured pencil on 8" wooden disc.
@anticmiscellaney are you interesting in selling a print of this painting or potentially the original? Message me if so! If not, still message me just so I won’t die wondering lol
Would love to know if you have an Etsy or Redbubble
Sphinx employee slash bodega cat that blocks the door and asks riddles, the owner has the answer of the day on a paper taped to the door.
it never notices.
important addition from a friend:
everyone thinks REALLY hard and regulars makes two bad guesses so it feels like it's doing a good job
Everyone was a bit worried when a blind woman moved in down the street and became a regular, but she not only always figures it out without help, she really seems to enjoy the game.
Some days she doesn't even buy anything, just comes in, answers the riddle, and leaves again.
nasa to the artemis crew: right no pit stops at jupiter alright? moon and back
artemis: no worries
nasa when they return: so how was it
artemis crew, suspiciously stupider than before: how was what
Let’s have technical difficulties with mama
Welp. Google's AI horseshit has arrived. And I'm not complying. They can pry my ID out of my cold dead hands. I will simply go elsewhere. Remember folks, DO NOT GIVE THEM YOUR IDs. Do not comply. Resist, fight it, use other browsers or sources beyond youtube and google controlled services. Call them. Email them. Make noise. Fight back.
I've been using Google as my main mail service since 2006, and every single account or service I've ever signed up for was made with that address. For a long time I thought it'd be impossible to divorce myself from Google.
It took less than 5 minutes to switch to a ProtonMail account, less than 2 hours to download and/or offload every byte of data from my Google account, and less than 3 days to change every single account or service I've ever signed up for to the new address.
As of today, the only single one I have that's still tied to it is YouTube. It's the only thing I'd lose access to if I deleted my Google acount entirely.
They really, really want you to believe that it's a hassle to switch to a different email system. But it's not. Most websites and/or services allow you to change the email address associated with it.
I've been using Google for almost 2 decades and it only took a few days to move everything. It's not a painful sacrifice; it's an easy change that, frankly, has absolutely been worth it.
Proton Shoutout
You can and should switch to a free, encrypted Proton email account. You also get all of the below perks. For free. There is no trick. It is paid for by the people with paying plans. I am one of them. The (completely functional) free tier is there to entice you into getting a paid account with even more perks. (It worked on me.) But there's no penalty or pressure for staying with the free account.
Also get your stuff off the google drive and put it on Proton's drive. It is encrypted. Only you with your password can access it. Not even Proton can see what you put in there.
Switch everything away from Google. It's easy and it's important. Read above, click the link for Proton, download your gmail and switch.
the weed dispensaries should ask if you would like to round up your purchase to donate to PBS. and if you say yes you get to scan a QR code that gives you 30-day free access to the full run of antiques roadshow. this is how drugs can win the war on drugs again.
also I love that Grover gets separated from the kids and immediately starts playing mind games with a god. he's like finally I don't have to be a good role model for a second. let's talk brutality.
Guy who’s only ever seen Rocky Horror Picture Show watching his second movie with the word “horror” on the cover.
The Naming of 2024
When I listened to the episode i was like oh no I gotta release the chat screencaps bc we absolutely were on board immediately
Hey y'all! I'm Sarah and I've worked for the McElroys for about five years now. I've been using Tumblr personally since 2011 or so, and I recently decided it was high time we started a blog here. This is intended to be a place where we can share little peeks into what our jobs are like, and goofs from the us (and the boys) that might otherwise never see the light of day because they're not part of an Official Project™. That might include video clips (like the one above of the boys enjoying the music from an old NES game during a MBMBaM recording), or screenshots from our Slack, works in progress from our designer, or things our editor clips from episodes that make us laugh. We'll also share updates about the aforementioned Official Projects™ and stuff, but in general this is a place for us to have some fun and hopefully share things that y'all enjoy too!
Reblogging our first ever post since we've gotten a bunch of new followers in the last few days and it seems like some folks have questions about who is running this blog. It's me! Sarah!
I've been here the whole time.
Have a Happy Wildcat New Year™️, and never forget: You’re the man!
everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever
like this Changed Me
[Image Text: WARMING HER PEARLS
by Carol Ann Duffy for Judith Radstone
Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress bids me wear them, warm them, until evening when I'll brush her hair. At six, I place them round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,
resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.
She's beautiful. I dream about her in my attic bed, picture her dancing with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.
I dust her shoulders with a rabbit's foot, watch the soft blush seep through her skin like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass my red lips part as though I want to speak.
Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see her every movement in my head.... Undressing, taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching for the case, slipping naked into bed, the way
she always does.... And I lie here awake, knowing the pearls are cooling even now in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night I feel their absence and I burn.
End Text]
everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever
like this Changed Me
[Image Text: WARMING HER PEARLS
by Carol Ann Duffy for Judith Radstone
Next to my own skin, her pearls. My mistress bids me wear them, warm them, until evening when I'll brush her hair. At six, I place them round her cool, white throat. All day I think of her,
resting in the Yellow Room, contemplating silk or taffeta, which gown tonight? She fans herself whilst I work willingly, my slow heat entering each pearl. Slack on my neck, her rope.
She's beautiful. I dream about her in my attic bed, picture her dancing with tall men, puzzled by my faint, persistent scent beneath her French perfume, her milky stones.
I dust her shoulders with a rabbit's foot, watch the soft blush seep through her skin like an indolent sigh. In her looking-glass my red lips part as though I want to speak.
Full moon. Her carriage brings her home. I see her every movement in my head.... Undressing, taking off her jewels, her slim hand reaching for the case, slipping naked into bed, the way
she always does.... And I lie here awake, knowing the pearls are cooling even now in the room where my mistress sleeps. All night I feel their absence and I burn.
End Text]