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Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium

tannertan36
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
wallacepolsom

roma★

Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@vodka-turtles
beep beep
Pup interrupts soccer match, gives interview.
This is the only football thing that matters
Sansa just wanted to get the band back together so they could rule Winterfell in matching Stark sweaters and all she’s gotten is undead brood boy, robot Raven boy and stabby mcmurder.
oh my goddd. I thought it was great from the beginning but it only gets better
Animals Sleeping Anywhere.
Tehama One in Carmel
The Tehama One house, designed by US firm Studio Schicketanz, is located in Carmel, a scenic beach town about two hours south of San Francisco. The residence is situated within the exclusive Tehama development owned by actor Clint Eastwood, featuring a golf course and private estates. A mix of modern and agrarian references, the home rests on a knoll that is dotted with scraggly trees and looks toward mountains in the distance.
I would go most anywhere to find where I belong
So today started out dumb, but this afternoon was AWESOME.
I’m on the porch attempting to construct a railing for the stairs when I notice a weird noise. Like, a kind of droning or buzzing? And it’s getting loud. So I investigate. It’s coming from the neighbor’s yard.
It is a metric fuckton of bees. I have never seen so many bees in my life. It is a fucking swarm of bees, and I have been reading about bees because I got a wild hair a few weeks back about wanting a hive of my own, but haven’t yet convinced Husbandthing, and there is suddenly a SWARMING HERD OF WILD HONEYBEES IN THE NEIGHBOR’S YARD.
I see postings on the neighborhood page all the time for feral swarm collection, but I also know the guy in the house across the alley just set up a hive. “Hey I think your hive escaped,” I text him.
He calls me back about three minutes later. Turns out, the swarm he was supposed to get never came; the company went out of business and his order got cancelled, and he’d found out HALF AN HOUR AGO. And he says he’s got a friend who is a professional beekeeper, and he’s going to go pick her up and would it be okay if they came and got this swarm please please please?
So Bee Neighbor and Professional Beekeeper show up and immediately don bee suits. Apparently there is fierce competition for feral swarms, and the swarm in the neighbor’s tree is HUGE, and also twenty feet off the ground, and Bee Neighbor wants them very badly.
The tree the bees are in is in a yard belonging to neither of us, so we go knock on the door, but there’s no answer. I knock on the house adjacent to it, but that guy’s not home either. Finally, I text the neighbor on the other side of me to see if he’s got contact info for the property owner, who is incredibly shy and in three years has never made eye contact. No luck.
So…we trespass. We get my extension ladder, and Bee Neighbor climbs the tree while Professional Beekeeper stands on the ladder and walks him through the swarm collection. Turns out, you just shake the swarm into a box, and as long as the queen makes it into the box, the rest of the swarm will eventually follow. Bee Neighbor has never collected a swarm before (this is, in fact, his very first swarm of bees ever) and it takes the two of them the better part of an hour in the tree trying to shake the swarm into the box.
Bees eventually get into the box. Bee Neighbor gets out of the tree without dying, and Professional Beekeeper examines the swarm and makes pleased noises. At this point, the box is the neighbor’s driveway, and about two thirds of the swarm is still milling around the box all confused. Since the neighbor isn’t home and we can’t contact him, he risks coming and parking right in the middle of a huge cloud of bees. Professional Beekeeper doesn’t want to move the box too far away, because we risk the milling bees losing the queen’s scent and never going into the box. An equidistant point between the current location and Bee Neighbor’s yard is the top of my recycling bin.
So they put the box of bees on my recycling bin, and I text Husbandthing.
Now I have a box of bees that I am babysitting. They’re being all lazy and dopey and bumbling around. I think I might be in love. Bee Neighbor will pick the box up later tonight and put them in his hive, and then the bees will be MY neighbors too!!
THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST DAY EVER
#beekeeping #also we left a note on the absent neighbor’s door #hi sorry we trespassed #but as you can see from your security cam footage #there was a giant cloud of bees #and we came and got them #we figured you did not want a yard full of bees #and we will love them #yours very sincerely #the friendly neighborhood bee team [Tags by @sacrificethemtothesquid]
Man I cannot wait to be a beekeeper some day. I've already decided I'm going to be the Bee Dad™ in my local neighborhood when I start my family
Goalkeepers’ balls get photoshopped into cats.
Venice - Italy (by annajewelsphotography)
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Instead of LMAO or LOL, I’m gonna start using BATMN (blew air through my nose) because that’s what I really do when I read something funny.
It Wasn't Worth All The "Horror Movie Bullshit"
Context: I am DMing a group of players through an amped-up version of the Death House from Curse of Strahd. This is meant to be a one-shot mini-campaign where many (if not all) of them will die, so I’m doing my best to make things as dangerous and scary as possible, including playing creepy music which has them all on edge. The group has made it to the third floor of the house and found two doors, one locked and one unlocked. This takes place after they fail to open the locked door.
Player 1: So the other door is unlocked, right?
DM: Right.
Player 1: I go to open the door… 13 for perception?
DM: As you look around your notice this room is mostly empty save for a desk with a large iron key on top of it. There is also a window on the far wall and sitting on it as a porcelain doll with a faded yellow dress. It’s eyes seem to follow you.
Player 1: Nope! Fuck that! I close the door.
Player 3: But the key! What if it unlocks the other door?
Player 1: Ugh, fine. I open the door again.
DM: You see the same scene, but the doll is no longer on the windowsill.
Player 1: Uh, perception 17 to see where it is?
DM: You cautiously pure around the room, looking for any signs of a faded yellow dress, however seen nothing… Until you look down.
Player 3: NO.
DM: Yes. The doll is standing by the partially open door, looking up at you with blue glass eyes.
Player 2: I roll to fucking punt it across the room! *rolls a 2*
DM: You take a step forward and go to kick the doll with all your might… only to have it grab your boot with its tiny porcelain fingers.
Player 2: HOLY SHIT! BURN IT! BURN IT!
Player 1: I ROLLED A 15 TO CAST FIREBOLT ON THE DOLL!
DM: You hear a high pitched shriek echoing from the room as the doll’s head explodes into flames, it’s worn yellow dress catching almost immediately. You watch in abject horror as it releases its grip and stumbles back. As its hair burns away, its glass eyes roll upwards to look at you before beginning to melt back into its porcelain skull.
Player 3: NOPE! I roll to slam the door shut!
DM: The door slams shut without a problem and the screaming stops abruptly.
Player 1: Guys… we still need that key…
After some argueing about whether or not getting the key and potentially unlocking the other door was “worth all this horror movie bullshit”, Player 1 again steps up.
Player 1: Okay, I open the door again and get a 14 perception.
DM: The first thing you notice is an eerie silence followed by the distinct smell of sulfur and burning hair, and lastly you see the remains of the doll. Her body is charred black, her hair has burned away along with the clothes she was wearing, and the sockets which once held blue eyes are empty, yet somehow you still feel as if you are being watched. She sits upon the desk, holding the iron key in her lap.
Player 1: FUCK IT, I’M GONNA SPRINT IN THERE, SNATCH THE KEY AND GET THE FUCK OUT AS FAST AS I CAN!
DM: Roll me an athletics check.
Player 1: 19?
DM: You do so easily, slamming the door behind you. Congratulations, you got the key.
Queue having to take a 10 minute break as the DM laughed about their reactions and everyone shared their mutual terror of babydolls, agreeing that after this all was over they were going to burn the whole house down.
Lake House Rodrigo Mila
Pizza’s like sex (x)
This scene is so important.
This made me tear up when I watched it