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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Concepts for new Eeveelutions
Yes. Yes yes yes.
Infographic by Japanesevideocast Source [x]
Super helpful, the different systems of counting can be soo tricky sometimes!
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Reblogging to save a life.
Photos from a corgi meetup.
EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED IN LIFE.
O hai there, Aywas!
Been a while! I’ve been lurking. But I recently discovered Fauna battles and have become obsessed with getting Jensen’s Booze Fairy tlevel a million
Any tips for stats, leveling, etc? I’ve mainly been doing speed, attack, and health, since that’s what works for me in adventure with pets. Is the only way to restore Fauna’s energy through the energy fountain?
Thanks guys :3
Fyi there’s a level cap at 329.
Unless the pet belongs to me, I can surpass the level cap because I’m God.
Not that it really matters, fauna battling is basically useless and no one really cares about it lol.
*soft voice* it matters to me...!!!
I doubt I’ll even try and go to 329, but having a high-level booze fairy sounds fun :)
I also tend to ONLY care deeply about things that are basically useless and no one cares about! haha
Well, he was sorta asking for it, dressing in such flammable clothing.
if he didnt want to get set on fire, he should have stayed indoors
He was probably drinking that night, alcohol makes you susceptible to fire.
If it’s a legitimate inferno, the male body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down.
God I love you, Internet.
Why didn’t he stop, drop, and roll? He should have stopped, dropped, and rolled. He must have secretly wanted it.
If you read the article, eyewitnesses said the man had purchased a lighter earlier that same day. Dude probably set himself on fire and lied about it. Typical.
He should have relaxed and enjoyed it. After all it was just a bit of kindling cuddling
We need to start educating people about wearing fire-safe clothing and carrying extinguishers with them at all times. For their own safety.
Everytime i see this, the comments keep getting better
and this, everybody, is how you make a rape joke: at the expense of the rapist and rape culture.
I can never get enough of these two.
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
My Feels.
/suddent royai feels/
Okay, straight to the point. While drawing I kind of developed this headcanon in which Riza is always the one who never lets anything /inapproptiate/ to happen in their relationship. She always stops Roy from any /false behaviour/ no matter how much she’d love it to happen.
T_____T
omg my feels.
Also yes that is 1000% headcannon
Right this moment, I’m feeling beautiful, like I should.
Why? Because of cleavage or makeup or bedroom eyes?
No. Sure, those are present in this picture, but that is not why I feel beautiful today. In fact, I feel rather horrible today. Angry, hurt, frightened, ignored, embarrassed, emotional, scrappy, opinionated, outspoken, exhausted. I feel like a failure in so many different ways. Homeless, orphaned, friendless. I am stymied by circumstances I cannot control and torn between reality and idealism. I feel fat and ugly and stupid and terribly weak minded for buying into a system that perpetuates it.
The reason I have make-up on is because I attempted to gather up my courage to go somewhere and do something … anything. I wanted to leave my recent seclusion and brave the world. I painted my face personable to tackle the storm of intimidating crowds and social pressures to be anything but a fat, white girl in Japan. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t even bring myself to step outside. I close the door and stripped down to my camisole and panties, cried and pouted myself into a headache.
I snapped this annoyed photo to remember this moment of human consciousness.
Maybe your eye goes to the feminine crease of my breasts, but I only see rolls of arm fat. Perhaps the gloss of pink lips draws your gaze, but I am focused on the unsightly bump on my nose. You may call my eyes alluring, but I see the black bags underneath and I know that look of mine: it is an irritated wince from a sob induced headache, annoyed by my recent level of emotional frailty.
So why, oh why did I ever start off this unexpected blog with the proclamation that I feel beautiful when everything I’ve detailed is indicative of the opposite?
Because right now, in this horrible, vulnerable honesty, I remember that I am a mere smattering of molecules from the center of dead stars. I am particles 14 billion years old that will cease to exist soon enough, but in some yet unknown, inconceivable moment of wondrous curiosity … I am.
Cogito ergo sum.
Well okay, maybe that has a trillion problems within itself… but at the very least, something, somewhere IS.
I revel in my insignificance and sheer expendability. I am trivial and minute. And yet in some way, as abstract or concrete as I may be … in some way, I am.
Beautiful.
When I read this post, my first instinct was to tell you how beautiful you are, not to let things like bags under eyes and natural rolls under your arms make you feel sad, etc. But even though my feelings behind those statements are true and real, I realized that kind of response was cliche and might trivialize your post and the true and vulnerable feelings you expressed.
I think this is one reason why we, as women, need feminism so much. Because the shape of of body, the tone or evenness of out skin, can bring us such sad thoughts and literally cripple us. Because even when we meet "feminine ideals" with curvaceous breast, or alluring lips, we are shamed by other women, shamed by men, shamed by the very society that perpetuated those ideals.
There are so many women, and so many PEOPLE, who are in a constant war of hate and shame with their own bodies.
Jenn, I truly believe that you are an incredibly beautiful woman. I think your body is beautiful. All the flaws you see in yourself are completely invisible to me. I see no bags under your eyes, but I see the wonderful shape of them, and your large, stunning iris' (which even if they ARE circle lenses, I still adore that part of you!) Is there a bump on your nose? I see that lovely and interesting part of your face. I see your luscious dark hair, which is finally long enough to wear in pigtails, your lovely smile, and everything else about you.
But most of all, when I see your face, I see the kind, concerned, warm-hearted, passionate, dedicated, vulnerable, trusting, hopeful, scared, strong, loving human being that you are.
You are beautiful, Jenn. Truly, absolutely, every-little-part-of-you.
hangul is an amazing thing
learn to read Koreanso I can sing along with my Kpop songs hyuk hyuk
send me more "hi's"!!!
IM HAVING FUN
HI
I"M NERVOUS
Gentlemen. This is what rape culture is like: Imagine you have a Rolex watch. Nice fancy Rolex, you bought it because you like the way it looks and you wanted to treat yourself. And then you get beaten and mugged and your Rolex is stolen. So you go to the police. Only, instead of investigating the crime, the police want to know why you were wearing a Rolex instead of a regular watch. Have you ever given a Rolex to anyone else? Is it possible you wanted to be mugged? Why didn’t you wear long sleeves to cover up the Rolex if you didn’t want to be mugged? And then after that, everywhere you go, there are constant jokes about stealing your Rolex. People you don’t even know whistle at your Rolex and make jokes about cutting your hand off to get it. The media doesn’t help either; it portrays people who wear Rolexes as flamboyant assholes who secretly just want someone to come along and take that Rolex off their hands. When damn, all you wanted was to wear a nice watch without getting harassed for it. When you complain that you are starting to feel unsafe, people laugh you off and say that you are too uptight. Never mind you got violently attacked for the crime of wearing a friggin time piece. Imagining all that? It sucks, doesn’t it. Now imagine you could never take the Rolex off.
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Why the wedding ring is worn on the fourth finger: The Chinese give a beautiful explanation to this. The thumb represents your parents. The index finger represents your siblings. The middle finger represents yourself. The ring finger represents your life partner. The little finger/pinky represents your children. Hold your hands together like the picture. Join your middle fingers back-to-back, and the remaining fingers tip-to-tip. Now, try to separate your thumbs. They will separate because your parents are not destined to live with you forever. Rejoin your thumbs and separate your index fingers. They will separate because your siblings will have their own families and lead their own lives. Rejoin your index fingers and separate your little fingers/pinkies. They will separate because your children will grow up, get married, and settle down. Rejoin your little fingers/pinkies and try to separate your ring finger. They will not be able to separate because your life partner is meant to be with you throughout your entire life, through thick and thin.
I tried harder to separate them and I only ended up hurting my middle fingers, in other words, “mysel-
…Oh my god.
mind. blown.
Accomplishment of the weekend
Getting my mom to admit that Kirk & Spock are just like Dean & Cas. She had been skeptical to it for lord knows what reason, but I made her watch Torn & Frayed with me, and she finally said “Okay yes…they are exactly like each other.”
But I mean seriously
Loooooool! Yes!
Kissing bunnies! ☆*:.。. o(≧▽≦)o .。.:*☆
Never not reblog, <3
“Many of my movies have strong female leads–brave, self-sufficient girls that don’t think twice about fighting for what they believe in with all their heart. They’ll need a friend, or a supporter, but never a saviour”