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KIROKAZE
@theartofmadeline
#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
oozey mess
Mike Driver
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hello vonnie
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@pinkbutterflykitten
Wow. It's uh.. it's been a while. Hi guys.
I'm not really active on Tumblr anymore, but if you see this message and still want to keep in touch with me, go ahead and send me a DM. I'll send you some sites I'm more active on ^^
Me, DM: the vampire‘s familiar opens the door to your party and welcomes you inside
Bard: “Hello! Would you like to hear about our lord and savior, Donkey Kong Barrel Blast! :D”
Familiar NPC: *polite and 100% serious* “Oh! Of course! We love learning about new religions here!”
Bard, ooc: huh, not what I expected
*timeskip, Familiar gathers their vampire patron for them*
Bard, attempting to flirt: “So uhh, hehe, would you like to listen to me talk about Donkey Kong for 10 minutes straight? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
Vampire: “Oh! This is the religion my Familiar mentioned you believe in. I would love to know more :)”
Bard: “…”
The Wizard and Fighter/Druid PCs, tired of his BS, ooc: ha! That’s what you deserve
Wow. It's uh.. it's been a while. Hi guys.
I'm not really active on Tumblr anymore, but if you see this message and still want to keep in touch with me, go ahead and send me a DM. I'll send you some sites I'm more active on ^^
aannd maybe stalked your page cause I felt bad and wanted to see how you were doing.....
@a-dark-cryptic @avac11 @happymeal-darthdude @luminousjellyfishy @lostnoot @coolbattlegirl @insomniac-sl33pdemon @radoo05 @king-of-darkness21 @pinkbutterflykitten @the-rogue-hug-thief @neblan-cristal @just-a-little-blue-jay
annd anyone else I forgot who I know 😅
Sorry for the late response @freshwerewolf-pizzaroll! I’ve been kinda on a break from Tumblr and decided on a whim to check back in.
I’m doing pretty well, thanks! <3
[I remember this…from somewhere, in a different time…]
wheres the gif of the guy on fire but then he eats a watermelon and hes fine
this is what summertime is like
Francis Libiran “Opulence” couture collection
Mochi Cats
@somewillwin Here is one snippet of Outer Worlds
From @ohanakittyfostering: “Make sure you’re sitting down and uninterrupted for the next 60 seconds. This may be the cutest video you’ve ever seen. 😻🐾” #catsofinstagram
[source: https://instagr.am/p/CBeF6NGnBNI/ ]
I see someone with a Dragon Age pfp starting shit in the Astarion tag already
I’m a lot.
I am.
I know I am.
I’ve always known I am.
I get over-the-top excited about mundane things. I get overly-emotional about mundane things as well.
I have ten thousand ideas flowing rapidly through my brain at any one point in time.
I think fast. I speak fast. I type even faster.
I sing at the top of my lungs whether I’m in church, or sitting alone in my car. I think the world is falling, and then realize maybe I just haven’t had any sleep the last two nights, and I need a glass of water, and everything appears sunny again.
I send ten text messages in a row. And, oh yes, you’d better believe they are full of exclamation points and emojis. I plan girls’ trips at the drop of a hat. I work really hard to make everything magical.
I apologize all the time.
I talk way too much.
I take up too much space.
I dance anytime music is on—grocery store, car, bank, doesn’t matter.
I build businesses and then new businesses and new businesses.
I see clothes that I absolutely HAVE to have. I think every movie I’ve ever watched is the “best ever.” I like every song that comes on the radio, and I rave about them, and I research the lyrics and try to figure out the deeper-meaning. I cry about situations, and then turn around with my next breath and flip the switch and find the ever-elusive silver lining.
I’m a lot.
I’m passionate.
I rarely walk.
If I’m going somewhere, I run. (Metaphorically-speaking, of course. If I’m literally running, something weird is up.)
When I’m chill, I’m chill.
But when I’m not—watch out, sister.
I don’t tiptoe. I jump in without looking back. And I splash water everywhere. I have energy, and I like for energy to be given back to me.
I used to hate this about myself. Everything I just mentioned made me blame myself, and question myself, and want to be by myself, and also somehow, made me want to be with everyone all the time.
I used to think being too much was my worst quality. I thought it was the reason I was misunderstood and lonely. I thought it was my greatest setback.
And so I quieted myself up.
I played small.
I bottled my excitement.
I convinced myself to become less.
BUT I WAS NOT MADE TO BE LESS.
I am too much, but it’s not my kryptonite. It’s what makes me dynamite.
I give hard. I forgive hard. I work hard. I laugh hard. I cry hard. I mess up hard, but then I get back up and I keep on moving forward.
I dream hard. I believe hard.
I live fierce. And I love free.
There is nothing wrong with that.
There is nothing wrong with meeting someone and instantly clicking with them. There is nothing wrong with telling people how much you love them. There is nothing wrong with laughing and crying and feeling other people’s pain.
If your’e an “a lot” person like I am. If you bounce around from place to place. If it takes a while for you to settle down, and you lie in bed at night wondering what in the world is wrong with you, and oh-my-gosh why did you say “you too” when the waiter told you to enjoy your meal. That’s such an odd thing to say.
It’s okay.
You’re okay.
It’s going to be okay.
Stop beating yourself up. Stop with the constant worrying that people won’t like you, and start liking yourself.
Cause, yeah, you’re a lot.
You’re a lot of love.
You’re a lot of joy.
You’re a lot of beautiful.
You’re a lot of real.
You’re a lot of passionate.
You’re a lot of empathetic.
You’re a lot of what makes a good friend.
And you’re also a lot of what this world needs. Don’t hide, sister. Don’t shy away. Don’t back down. Don’t try to be someone else. Don’t shrug off your gifts.
Don’t change. Ever.
But do breathe, and do at least try to be more on time.
By Amy Weatherly
“Do you need me to take out their heart or their lungs?”
My girlfriend said this in character whilst in real life holding up tiny models of said organs.
Have you ever heard of the Big Mac Index? It was originally a joke thing that someone at The Economist came up with in the 80s, where they did a currency conversion to USD of the price of a Big Mac in different countries. It has some flaws - plenty of countries in Africa and the developing world have no McDonalds and so are excluded, but it still gives a good vibe on how far your money can go in each country. In Australia, where the minimum wage is just under $20AUD (just over $15USD) a Big Mac costs…
over a dollar LESS than it does in the US.
(Image ID: A screenshot of a graph from statistica.com showing the global price of a Big Mac as of July 2020, by country (in US dollars). The columns for the United States, which measures 5.71, and Australia, which measures 4.58, are highlighted. End ID)
Living in a city with superheroes
What I love about this is the implication that it’s the superheroes that are responsible for how streamlined this process became.
The Avengers Foundation pays for relevant weapons damage. It’s not a stretch to imagine that they then set up the computer programs to link relevant assets, begin flagging stuff, have automatic acceptance (instead of what you know would happen irl).
That the heroes have recognized that protecting people isn’t just doing the fighting, but facilitating the clean up afterwards.
And you can imagine the resources and development that must be being funneled into construction and repair industries, not replacing jobs (because the need is so much higher) but making those jobs easier for the amount that has to be done.
I like stories where Reed Richards is actually useful, and these everyday consequences are addressed and normalized.
My friend texted this to me and said she couldn’t tell if this was a drink or drain cleaner
it's giving me such mixed messages like it says "non-toxic" and "industrial strength" but also "no sugar" and "gluten-free"
the drink of all time
