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i love having this url because so many people use it as their personal obikin tag and every time i see it I'm like that's me!! and it makes me happy
The Good Omens show has helped me through some horrible life events over the last seven years, but today I was thinking about some of the little Good Omens butterfly effects that have brought me to some delightful places.
For example, I was only vaguely aware of David Tennant before I watched Good Omens. Because of Good Omens, a couple years ago I picked up the audiobook of How to Train Your Dragon, narrated by David Tennant, for my kid. (We haven't seen the films.) My kid adored the audio book and discovered they had a crush on Gobber the Belch, as voiced by David Tennant. (I did an Oscar-worthy job of not giving them a hard time about this.) Soon we saw an advertisement for the local Highland Games. "YES!!" my kid says, thinking of Gobber. Yes, they would Very Much like to go "watch thicc Scottish men throw heavy objects". It had never occurred to me to go before, but sure, sounds like fun.
And it's turned into a yearly tradition, because today we spent the morning drinking lemonade in a nice field watching men and women built like tanks hurl huge kettle-bell things over a bar that looks straight from an Olympic high jump competition. And a clown made a balloon dragon for my kid. And it was a lovely day.
Sad and exhausted and drunk and my heart hurts which is probably a little because of the alcohol but mostly because I am in love and my girlfriends are so far away and I don’t get to love them right because I can’t DO THINGS FOR THEM and that hurts. All I want is to hold them and take care of them and eat them
explodes jnto a MILION pieces !! i NEED new plushie NOW !!! for GAY reason !!!! !!
sometimes you forget …
it then reminds me of stuff i gotta do
I think I'm going to live blog my ma's reactions about the next few 911 epis. (We are watching them every Tuesday dubbed because she doesn't want to wear her glasses to read subs, and her english is not as good in heard comprehension... but yesterday went all the way to move the armchair close to the tv - I need to see 'em better, she said)
I’ve been trying out The Witcher and how it’s going.
I keep accidentally drawing my sword in towns/in front of guards.
I got my ass handed to me by a few wolves. ✌️ (Me, a legendary monster hunter)
I have almost stolen right in front of guards.
I keep trying to use button that goes to tactical camera in Inquisition, it sends me to the menu.
I have a crossbow now. I spend so much time trying to aim it that by the time I get off a shot I may as well have just used a sword.
I can sWiiiiiiM.
Fuck, can’t fight while swimming. RIP.... again.
Got stuck in a river. Eventually got the right section of ledge to crawl out. It was almost out of bounds and I got shoved back into the river for going out of bounds a couple times while trying ✌️
Got my ass handed to me by a griffin. But at least that was a monster.
Also drowners?
And a bear (singular)
Look if I’ve run into it. It’s beaten the shit out of me.
How am I supposed to get into a story when I keep having to repeat these dinky fights 3-6 times before I move on??????
I’ve mentioned I suck at games, yes?
So I got these two decals for my car, because the seller didn’t have any other fandoms I was interested in, or Dragon Age Inquisition. And when I put them on my car/removed the old degraded decals it sorta jokingly dawned on me “does this make my car Carver?”
... and then my car locked me out THREE times in one week.
And yes, every time I walk up I find myself saying “hello Carver, you little shit,” and patting my car affectionately on the hood before getting in the passenger door and hopping over to the driver seat. (The outside driver door handle is screwed up and has been for like... a year, this is part of the locking me out thing.)
So yeah, my car is Carver and I love him. XD