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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
@theartofmadeline
occasionally subtle
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Misplaced Lens Cap
Andulka
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
DEAR READER
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$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think
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Physics: More pencil tricks
Source
i.e. why when you or someone else gets stabbed or impaled, you should leave the object in the wound until medical help arrives.
THIS. RIGHT HERE. This is an amazing example!!
If you take the thing out, they’re going to bleed a lot more.
SO. DONT.
News Flash from the Medical Help ™ — we don’t touch it either! Unless the object they’re impaled with is literally too big to fit in the ambulance, We. Don’t. Touch. The. Thing.
The only people qualified to Take-The-Thing-Out are surgeons. End of story.
Okay, but for the love of God, please, PLEASE, if you did, if you panicked and took the thing out…. DON’T…. PUT IT BACK IN.
Or else, congratulations, you just stabbed them AGAIN. I reeeeeally shouldn’t have to say this guys, but I do.
Just a reminder to check if you are accidentally using your data and not your wifi so you can swap back over
For the love of god reblog this to be a decent member of society
Being able to find someone you click with so naturally is the best feeling ever. You feel like you’ve been best friends you’re whole life, it feels like you’re coming home. You’re so comfortable with them. Maybe that’s what a soulmate is. Not someone who shares every single thing in common with you, but someone who feels like home.
i really needed this today, so for anyone else who might
Thanks I needed this also. I’ll pass it on
Just the Rock blessing your feed
Thanks, Mr. The Rock.
What they don’t show you in ‘The Incredibles’
It’s slightly less horrifying when you remember that she’s Elastigirl so her body is allowed to stretch like that.
The comment that saved the comic
LITERALLY
don’t forget “my wife wants to spend time with me!! therefore marriage is a trap haahaahahaha”
“She’s always NAGGING me to DO STUFF haha right?? Can you believe last week she asked me to wash my balls??? Man I can’t wait to get divorced.”
Soft things my dad has done
One time when he was 18, he was fishing and found a baby salamander someone had tried and failed to use as bait. It had a huge gash in its side and didn’t look like it would make it. He put it in the bucket he was going to put fish in and took it home, then performed “surgery” on the little guy to mend the gash. It couldn’t move, so my dad fed it and nursed it back to health until the gash was healed. Since he’d taken it in as a baby, it wasn’t equipped to stay alive in the wild, so he kept it in a giant aquarium next to his bed. It stayed alive until my sister was born six years later.
His dad took him deer hunting once when he was in middle school. They hunted all day and never saw a single deer. At the end of the day as the sun was setting, they found one, and my dad yelled at my grandpa not to shoot it because it didn’t deserve to die. He hasn’t been deer hunting since.
Two people I used to be best friends with don’t have stable parents. My dad takes them out for lunch and out fishing regularly, and even though I am not friends with either of them anymore, he still makes time for them as if they were his own kids.
Sometimes I catch him crying at videos of dogs on the internet.
One time he was crying and I asked him what was wrong and he gave me a hug and said there isn’t always a reason. I’ve held on to that.
He told me that if (if) he dies, he wants to die by being drowned in a horde of puppies because otherwise, what’s the point?
He makes sure to say “I love you” to my mom and me every day, because he once told me he never once heard it from his parents as a kid.
Saw my mom looking at a bird, so he found out what kind of bird it was and drew a picture of it for her.
Heard me crying after a hard day and brought me a box of milk duds, because even though I’m lactose intolerant, it was an occasion on which they were needed.
Shows me every day that men who feel allowed to be open, vulnerable, soft, and emotional are so much happier than men who are told to keep it all inside.
Now everyone on Tumblr has access to a tiny gif of Maui dancing back and forth while slapping his pecs. I feel like I’ve created something stupid yet wonderful, so…
what can I say
except
you’re welcome
And thanks to link-sharing on Discord, you can now have an even smaller version of him.
ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ
@areyouwilling this is for you
On mobile this is just progressively worsening quality mauis
Have you considered…Two Maui?
I’ve grown too powerful
Unlimited Power
Ok this is the final one I swear
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Reblog this within 10 seconds and unexpected extra money will cum to you this week
The money will do what now
I don’t care how the money gets here tbh
Welp. You know what time it is. It’s not over. Make some noise. Call them. (202) 225-3121
Your belly button is just your old mouth.
I was having a good day. We were all having a good day.
What’s the most ridiculous false rumor that has been spread about you?
I joined my wife’s workplace about 12 months after she joined. When we worked together (same department, same roles), we’d keep mostly away from each other so not to crowd each other. When we’d take breaks, we’d be hanging out together. You know, normal stuff. Thing is, no one picked up on the fact that we were husband and wife. They knew she was married, and that I was married - but not to each other. Someone saw us holding hands on the walk back to our car after work, someone else saw us kiss when I dropped her in to work when I had the day off, and rumours started flying around that we were cheating on our significant others. People took it upon themselves to ‘intervene’ and approached me to tell me she was married and that I should be ashamed of myself. Someone else made a comment to her that she should be more discreet if she was going to continue on her relationship with me. Truth be told, we both found it pretty fucking funny. Didn’t get a chance to run with it, because we were so taken aback by it when it was brought up to us individually, that we just blurted out the truth on the spot.
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Reblog this within 10 seconds and unexpected extra money will cum to you this week
The money will do what now
I don’t care how the money gets here tbh
