it’s the way i’m both american and british and have no allegiance to either place.
like, i belong nowhere
i belong to the ether
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One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
YOU ARE THE REASON

Andulka

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oozey mess
almost home

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@mixed---messages
it’s the way i’m both american and british and have no allegiance to either place.
like, i belong nowhere
i belong to the ether
Chapter 17 of Toska [tohs-kah] - (noun) is published! read it here!
Important updates! Please read! I changed the coding for the translations. If you read this on desktop then the hover feature still works, it might just look a little different. IF YOU ARE ON A MOBILE DEVICE! its your lucky day! I spent 2 (two) whole hyperfixation sessions finding a code, making a skin, editing the skin, and then replacing every single code for the previous chapters with the new code so that YOU can simply tap on the cyrillic and a translation will appear on screen! tell me i did a good job, I have a praise kink. (also lmk if something isn't working, I can try to fix it). You're welcome.
Also! I realized I was geographically inaccurate by placing hollanov(a) family in the cottage for S and I's retirement (i don't care about book canon they live in the cottage bc i say so) and also having the Pike family close enough for Ruby and Irina to be in the same space. oops. ignore please!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune
Inclusive language is for everyone!!
Their boyfriend is their partner why is this hard to understand
Also, “partner” is just a good word? It implies an equal relationship where both of your work together in pursuit of something, whether that be life goals or just having fun together.
It’s a good word. People should use it more.
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
ep 1 of heated rivalry when the announcers narrate that canada struggled to find their identity (shane not knowing he's gay) and they couldn't get past russia's defense (ilya's walls) but "ilya rozanov kept getting past theirs"
your cat was an honor to see in the window
if i disappear, whos to say that i was here? (my part of an trade with @pigswithwings ^_^)
wings scarf by harune horigome
萩原 卓哉/Hagihara Takuya
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i have a story for you, tumblr. last year my coworkers and I were riding in a golf cart at a music festival passing out drinks to people, because the festival had been cancelled that day and everyone was trying to make the best of a bad situation. after some time we spot a guy on the other side of the road dressed as lord farquaad, walking alone. we yell, “LORD FARQUAAD! DO YOU WANT A DRINK??” dude yells an affirmative, walks into the road without looking, gets hit by a fucking car, and goes flying.
I really need you to picture a lord farquaad being dummy yeeted into the air by an incoming vehicle while a golf cart of inebriated, glitter and mud plastered coworkers are full-on horror movie screaming together. before we can even process this, lord farquaad gets up like 🤪 how bout that drink?? completely okay, utterly unphased, red hat and bob wig still locked the fuck in. we check on him several times, all talking over each other, and while he’s calmly and pleasantly assuring us he’s fine, he passes each one of us a tiny jesus figurine. he bestows a “god bless you all” and then resumes his jaunt, drink in hand.
after that we drove in total relieved hysterics, the kinda laughter that only happens when you narrowly avoided catastrophe. and i have NO idea if the driver that hit him even said a word because my entire consciousness in that moment was farquaad, there was only farquaad. I hope that he reads this one day and knows that he is STILL talked about and regarded as some sort of festival cryptid. we are blessed indeed