like literally smoking from the engine
white and you smell pancakes? it’s the coolant. panic and pull over, but you’ll live
a slight blue tinge? it’s the oil. panic and pull over, but you’ll live
grey, looks like fire smoke? gasoline; the most combustable and dangerous. pull over and leave the vehicle, pray.
sharing because i didn’t know this when my car started smoking white yesterday and i was so afraid for my life.
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the tiktok algorithm gets me in a way no one else will
i think it is unjust to deny a child their right to dig a hole motivelessly
So a bit of a laugh here, as the only remedy that worked to sedate my panic earlier this month of having to wait 36 hours on the 12th floor in a 50+ year old hotel through a tornado-prone hurricane at the start of the first vacation I’ve had in several years is: comic relief doodling.
And the one that has been sitting on the backest of back burners has been to showcase one of Rhysand’s greatest and unrivaled abilities. No one has come close to the proficiency and technique this high lord has honed for hundreds of years, the accuracy and precision never faltering, even while simultaneously throwing insults disguised beneath witty retorts, or gate-crashing weddings to keep very important appointments.
Nay, you all may fawn over the wings, the winnowing, the darkness, but I will whip out my foam finger and clap my hands each time a spec of invisible lint is vanquished on the page. ☝️😤
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Those people who constantly reblog your stuff but you never really talk:
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Cuanto tiempo libre tiene la gente
and when we were singing I don't mind at all, lean on my pride, Tyler was just listening, and it felt as though he was leaning on us all and how can you feel like you're helping someone you've never met so profoundly, like we switched places for a moment
or he was just catching his breath or having a sudden toothache I dunno
I’m all scratched up and I can still taste spray paint in my mouth and my husband almost fell out of a tree BUT THE GHOST SCULPTURES ARE FINISHED!
They’re finally finished and I’m so happy with them!!
Some progress shots: