Aug 22, 2023
gut voch please be kind this week
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@le-seraphin-aux-cieux
gut voch please be kind this week
fuck iâm trying to catch all these flies but they think my vinegar is stupid. i have honey also but thatâs for me i canât give them any of that
management trying to hire and retain employees
"this is what ive BEEN saying" - me about a thought that 99% only exists in my brain and i maybe mentioned briefly in one tag once
"i don't think i've mentioned this but" - me about something i have said 847620938 times before
Took a nap. It was pretty good. #mynap
#mynap
On a spree apparently, have some genius babies, my treat <333
And the line version cause I'm really proud of it
I hc that they both draw and/or write on their hands (Reid when he has an idea and no paper, Pen when she's bored) so there you go ! Garcia also wrote on Spencer's hand
Please never put any of my work into ai as I am strongly against generative ai <3
âiâll use ao3 when they stop allowing X to be postedâ âi wish ao3 didnât allow X to be postedâ âao3 shouldnât let X be postedâ you want censorship on the anti censorship fan fiction website. dude
âiâll use ao3 when they stop allowing X to be postedâ âi wish ao3 didnât allow X to be postedâ âao3 shouldnât let X be postedâ you want censorship on the anti censorship fan fiction website. dude
âiâll use ao3 when they stop allowing X to be postedâ âi wish ao3 didnât allow X to be postedâ âao3 shouldnât let X be postedâ you want censorship on the anti censorship fan fiction website. dude
âiâll use ao3 when they stop allowing X to be postedâ âi wish ao3 didnât allow X to be postedâ âao3 shouldnât let X be postedâ you want censorship on the anti censorship fan fiction website. dude
chatgpt is a threat to the symbiotic relationship between fanfic writers and their betas. we are losing our traditions. eradicate the soulless machine and ask your friend who has a full time job and 3 kids to annotate your omegaverse fanfiction like any other responsible adult.
Primadonna worm all i ever wanted was to squirm
3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh
0 ours of sleep = waouw đŒđŒđŒđŒđ
we all need to take better care of our selfs or we might Pass away
A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, âMy car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?â The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, âWe canât tell you. Youâre not a monk.â The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, âWe canât tell you. Youâre not a monk.â The man says, âAll right, all right. Iâm *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?â The monks reply, âYou must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.â The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, âI have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.â The monks reply, âCongratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.â The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, âThe sound is right behind that door.â The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, âReal funny. May I have the key?â The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man demands the key to the stone door. The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. He demands another key from the monks, who provide it. Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire. So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst. Finally, the monks say, âThis is the last key to the last door.â The man is relieved to no end. He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound. But I canât tell you what it is because youâre not a monk
Originally posted by disneyasastrology
BWAHAHAHAHAH.Â
the way i learned this, it was always told through spoken word. And youâd do the door thing for ages. AGES. literally just making up any old material. âbehind the foam door is a door made of spinachâ that kind of shit. Go on until whoever is listening has already begged you to stop and has now gone on to pleading, clutching your shirt on their knees pleading. And when you finally said the last line? People went fucking nuts Like there was a good chance of just getting the teeth knocked out of you after telling that joke.
A friend of mine did that shit for 30 minutes on a camp once. The entire fucking bus just exploded in anger when she finished. It was a fucking massacre.Â
Public execution fr
oh sweet sweet sounds of 80s synthesizers, alleviate me
Edna St. Vincent Millay, The Harp-Weaver and Other Poems: Siege
I wish there was a painkiller except for brain fog. Like when your head is full of gunk you could just take a pill with a glass of water and lie down for 15 minutes and your head would be cleared just like that.
cradling the em dash in my hands what the fuck have they done to you
