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pinkypastal

wordfather

*makes a smart character* *realizes im the one who has to make them smart*

princessmo

all video games should be dressup games. if you can't put your guy in a little outfit what's the point

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Tree coming out of an abandoned chimney (source)

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Fortified combat tree

wandering-worldbuilder

Joint Dwarf/Elf fortress.

brannonlasgalen

Legolas and Gimli’s townhome in Valinor

straightboyfriend

*magical girl transformation but once it’s done i’m just a perfectly toasted bagel with cream cheese on a plate*

wetchickenbreast

having a mutual who’s a good artist literally feels like beyonce saw me at a supermarket and decided to make me her best friend

exitwound

you’re telling me this soil is a top…

drupelet

you're telling me this rock is a bottom...

fairycosmos

sorry i’m not howl movingcastle. sorry i can’t be him

filmnoirsbian

I love getting unaccompanied minors (kids flying alone) who so clearly just. Don't want to be here lol. Sometimes I get to know a little of their story, like their parents are divorced, or a family member died and they're heading to the funeral, but usually they just don't want to talk about it and that's fine. But I always treat the flight like it's a challenge to make them smile. I offer them snacks and soda but that's never enough, that's whatever, they could get those from an airport vending machine. Chump change. So then I tell the worst jokes. Just the most embarrassing, kindergarten teacher, annoying dad jokes you can think of. And those always get a groan, or a "Seriously??" And that's my in! Now I can say "Why, what's your idea of a good joke? No, come on hotshot, make your best joke, let's see it." And they hem and they haw but of course they eventually tell me their very best joke because kids are little competitive comedy goldmines. And it's always super funny, so I laugh, and that's where they slip up. Because you know what you almost always do when your joke successfully makes someone laugh? You smile. And I'm like. Gotcha. Rookie move. Now you're going to end up having a good time in spite of yourself. I win.

filmnoirsbian

Did this with an 11yo u.m. today and he said "What did the ghost say to the other ghost?" And I said "What?" "Nothing. Ghosts aren't real."

filmnoirsbian

I'm literally a flight attendant, offering snacks and drinks is my job

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gshsjb

filmnoirsbian

midiport

thearcherscowboy

the creation of adam // the destruction of eve

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Such an important thing to hope for

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"my nephew is trans."

"Oh, he's transgender?"

"No, Transformer."

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The Last of Us Part II - 2020

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When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.