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blake kathryn
Sade Olutola
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.
izzy's playlists!
Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Origami Around
taylor price
tannertan36
Acquired Stardust
Misplaced Lens Cap
AnasAbdin
@theartofmadeline
Stranger Things
Sweet Seals For You, Always
NASA
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@pineconewithapencil
HELLO! tis I, Pinecone. Or cookie on other social media…
I am a u s t r a l i a n 🇦🇺 she/her
I like the half dead guy, hes cool.
I fricken Love hollow knight
Art tag: #artcone
Er my art style is inconsistent cause it’s baby’s first time branching and experimenting. Some art will be better than others, whatever
Little Heron!
My mate took a photo of the same heron like ok man no need to flex
And then i drew it, of course
Little Heron!
My mate took a photo of the same heron like ok man no need to flex
An unpolite angle
My local [REDACTED] harasses my outdoor camera constantly.
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Maybe it's not crap, but I like it anyway!!
my war veteran grandpa cant be this cute....
Another Danny doodle
Ft. Bored mates in maths class (because who actually does work?)
The amount of chaos coming from this speedpaint is absolutely just, wild.
Things I saw that I expected:
- hard time drawing hands
Things I saw that I did not expect:
- kirby with toes out
- banana man
- actual math equations
- the laughing of a madman
- autism creature
- more feet
yup pretty much
have another one lmao
I like that there is more chicken and less feet :)
on survival
-// @aridante // @orivu // @buzzkillgirls // ? // ? // richard siken// @cemeterything // moomin, tove jansson// @disenchanted-killjoy // isn't that enough, shawn mendes// @ prettytheyswag on twitter// @ coletyumuch on twitter// ? // ? // bird by bird, anne lamott// undertale// @strawberrycircuits
*gets out of bed after months of not drawing for myself* “hey how hard can lineless actually be?”
The answer is Very. I’m dying.
Version without the funky shadow under cut
Goddamn. Okay
Did you have a kid in your neighborhood who always hid so good, nobody could find him? We did. After a while we would give up on him and go off, leaving him to rot wherever he was. Sooner or later he would show up, all mad because we didn't keep looking for him. And we would get mad back because he wasn't playing the game the way it was supposed to be played.
There's hiding and there's finding, we'd say. And he'd say it was hide-and-seek, not hide-and-give-UP, and we'd all yell about who made the rules and who cared about who, anyway, and how we wouldn't play with him anymore if he didn't get it straight and who needed him anyhow, and things like that. Hide-and-seek-and-yell. No matter what, though, the next time he would hide too good again. He's probably still hidden somewhere, for all I know.
As I write this, the neighborhood game goes on, and there is a kid under a pile of leaves in the yard just under my window. He has been there a long time now, and everybody else is found and they are about to give up on him over at the base. I considered going out to the base and telling them where he is hiding. And I thought about setting the leaves on fire to drive him out. Finally, I just yelled, "GET FOUND, KID!" out the window. And scared him so bad he probably wet his pants and started crying and ran home to tell his mother. It's real hard to know how to be helpful sometimes.
A man I know found out last year he had terminal cancer. He was a doctor. And knew about dying, and he didn't want to make his family and friends suffer through that with him. So he kept his secret. And died. Everybody said how brave he was to bear his suffering in silence and not tell everybody, and so on and so forth. But privately his family and friends said how angry they were that he didn't need them, didn't trust their strength. And it hurt that he didn't say good-bye.
He hid too well. Getting found would have kept him in the game. Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found. "I don't want anyone to know." "What will people think?" "I don't want to bother anyone."
Better than hide-and-seek, I like the game called Sardines. In Sardines the person who is It goes and hides, and everybody goes looking for him. When you find him, you get in with him and hide there with him. Pretty soon everybody is hiding together, all stacked in a small space like puppies in a pile. And pretty soon somebody giggles and somebody laughs and everybody gets found.
Medieval theologians even described God in hide-and-seek terms, calling him Deus Absconditus. But me, I think old God is a Sardine player. And will be found the same way everybody gets found in Sardines - by the sound of laughter of those heaped together at the end.
"Olly-olly-oxen-free." The kids out in the street are hollering the cry that says "Come on in, wherever you are. It's a new game." And so say I. To all those who have hid too good. Get found, kid! Olly-olly-oxen-free.
— Robert Fulghum, "All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten"
in a rare moment of "huh i can maybe contribute to this", i was reminded of this exerpt from Tim Kreider's We Learn Nothing, a collection of his essays.
this one was written about a deceased friend of his, Skelly, who was known to spin tales about his life to hide the shameful parts from others. at his funeral, when all the secrets inevitably started to unfold, Kreider writes:
The worst part, for me, is imagining how alone he was. This is the most poisonous thing that secrets do to us—they isolate us from everyone around us and make us feel even lonelier than we already are. I wish he could’ve somehow brought himself to talk to us. I sometimes fantasize about how I would’ve reacted—what I would’ve said to him, how I would’ve tried to help. As Kevin once complained, “I wish he coulda just told us so we could’ve mocked him for it!” But not everybody gets to be free. Some have to stand guard at their own prisons for life. Some secrets we must take with us, as the melodramatic old idiom has it, to the grave.
take this without any context. if phones and the internet were real in the bug world, hornet would definitely have a profile on inaturalist, that's my headcanon
I snagged a spot to an Eileen Collins panel at a convention next month! Wasn't able to sign up for the photographs tho
I really like how the scientology speedrunning trend is developing, in this clip we see that the participants are
Not deterred by the closed door
Working as a group
Protecting their identities
Inflicting material costs to the institution via property destruction
Getting away at the end
These ideas were not all here from the beginning. They are genuinely gaining experience that can be applied elsewhere
The church of scientology is on tumblr and they are sending me anon asks telling me that they can't even commit to reporting a post
If it *is* them, then they look super pathetic, because they either have already tried reporting it to Tumblr and it didn't work, or they can't work out how to do it. :D
Also... kidnapping???
I guess you could say he’s ve… he’s a very h…
DpxDc #34
Third time the charm?
You guys know those AUs where Damian and Danny are twins, know about each other, and prank the Batfamily by switching places?
Or maybe they pretend that Danny was always there, and "how could you forget about your other son/brother?! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" deal?
Well
What if Danny couldn't stay in Amity anymore? What if he was forced to leave everything behind, leaving a family that he knew he loved, but couldn't say for sure they loved him back?
His twin was his last option, the first family that left him behind.
It was with delight that he found out that he had changed. The whole family was cautious at first, but quickly warmed up to him, and so did Danny.
He gave up the hero life, hoping to finally finish school and try to achieve his dream of becoming an astronaut!
And then, one morning, he woke up with everybody staring at him in the living room.
He looked around, confused.
"Morning?"
"...morning?" Tim answered him cautiouslly. Bruce stepped forward.
"Excuse me, could I ask you as to why you are in our house?"
Danny looked around in confusion.
"Shouldn't I be here? You've all been gone for a mission the past week, if you needed me somewhere, you've could've texted me dad"
Bruce's mouth thinned in a line and the silence stretches enough for Danny to understand.
"Oh... You don't..."
It's an awful sensation to suddenly feel your throat tighten up.
"You told me it was a timeline issue, you don't... "
And just like that, Danny found his third family leaving him behind.
Or
Due to the time amulet, Danny wasn't affected by the timeline rewrite, keeping all of his memories, while being forgotten by everybody else.
