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Mabel and her Grunkle Ford

YES EXACTLY this is literally the concept of a fic im planning to write

I wish there had been something done with Wednesday being allergic to colour, like the fact that she gets a special uniform implies that it's an actual medical condition that demands accomendations but everyone just treats it like an aesthetic. Like I just think it'd be fun if after touching something on Enid's side for a moment her hands got some hives or something to show that it wasn't just an excuse to get her to wear a special uniform

Literally them

I found a funny photo so I couldn't resist painting this.

Write a fic PLEASE

And when Tyler gives up the only cure to get rid of his Hyde side to save either Wednesday or another member of the Addams family.... then what? 😔

its almost christmas YAAA!! this is old from like october 😵‍💫 but hey, it got posted eventually right??

Omg too in character

Simon: Doric kissed me!

Xenk: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Simon: It was unbelievable!

Xenk: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Edgin: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Xenk, get the wine and unplug the phone. Simon, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Simon: Oh, it ended very well.

Xenk: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Edgin: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Simon: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Edgin: Ohh... So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?

Simon: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Edgin and Xenk: Ohhh.

*meanwhile*

Doric eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them.

Holga: Tongue?

Doric: Yeah.

Kira: Cool.

AAAA FANART MY LOVE

Doric tying up her hair and a WIP of Doric and Simon as Link and Zelda cause I have to force my current fixations together

the night is still young. i can do yoga and use my oil pastels. i can cut another fruit. i can write in my journal. i can make a poem. i can invite the figure outside my window in

you've heard of "quiet quitting," now I'd like to introduce you to the next level, The French Work Ethic:

Do exactly what you're paid for and nothing more

Absolutely refuse to be available to contact when you're off the clock

Never prioritize work over your own health, wellbeing, or family because that would be insane, it's just a job.

Have a little glass of wine

Take as long as you feel like for lunch

Deeply understand that work doesn't matter

Make sure your boss your boss knows they're always your second priority ❤️

Obsessed with this art it’s so skrunkly

wanted to draw the gravity falls kids as teens, still spending summers solving mysteries :') pacifica secretly really enjoys it

There’s a SHINGLE in my tree

The modern tendency of people using AI for college isn't really much more than a byproduct of teaching to the test school policy and reducing someone's entire academic career down to A-F. You made a system that's built for results no matter how you get them, of course you're going to get people going around the easiest path. It's not a sign the world is "cooked" as much as its a sign that maybe we need to re-evaluate the college and education system and where priorities lie in regards to teaching, schooling and the inherent "value" of degrees.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Ignore the way Tyler is looking in these photos, I screenshotted them to emphasize the room.

Anyway, looking at Tyler's room make me sad cause it's just a reminder that Tyler was a normal teenage kid that liked Cheetoes, Lays Potato chips, Red Bull, boats, video games, basketball...etc..until Laurel came along and ruined everything for him.

His dad also didn't help, now he's stuck in Willowhill, In a soulless empty room, with no personality, no light, no job, no friends, no Wednesday, no parents, no life, no nothing. 😭

*Last photo courtesy of @ourdramaqueen *

Why Muslims won't convert unless having a direct experience with Jesus.

Based both on my personal experience and their own discourses.

Muslims cannot fathom nor comprehend that God is our Father. To them, He is a Creator that purposely keeps His distance from us. He is a MASTER and we're His SLAVES, SERVANTS. As much as they insist that God is merciful and loves us more than a mother, there's always an invisible wall between God and humans that prevents a closer bond to develop.

Original sin doesn't exist in their dogma, so there's no need for a savior.

Following this, they also have difficulty understanding why God would become human to suffer like us, (lesser beings) and die a horrible death out of love for us. Again, this is due to their perception of a distant God.

Another main obstacle they face, is understanding the Three Persons: that He is a One, Triune God. They're quick to shut it down as shirk (idolatry). This is a problem by default, since their own prophet Mohammed didn't understand the Trinity to begin with.

Since they believe the Bible got corrupted over time, they don't bother to read and study it, despite "believing" in it. Rather, they lean on the Quran's recollection of the Holy Scriptures, since they believe to have the definitive and unaltered Word of God.

When they say they know and love Jesus, they mean they know and love the Jesus misinterpreted in the Quran, since they don't read the Bible (except to pick and choose something to try to disprove poorly).

In my POV, for born Muslims this error can be understood as invincible ignorance. For converts, it's proof that they're looking for an authentic, black and white kind of religion with God. Most of them had bad experiences or poor catechism in the past, and want a religion "with no intermediaries." (i.e. priests and the saints; but mostly the latter).

The problem? They rely on their own understanding of the Quran and Hadith, plus whatever their local Iman tells them. (Proverbs 3:5-6; Jeremiah 17:5, Ps. 146:3). So much about no intermediaries.

All this, to say:

Since the grace of God works beyond the Church, Jesus, in His love and mercy, starts appearing in their dreams after many signs of His authority go ignored by them out of fear.

It's interesting to me how Muslims can "debate" with priests, pastors, missionaries, etc. for years; yet they only humble themselves once Jesus starts touching them in ways they can understand and accept --dreams.

Once they have this experience, then they're open to know Jesus, or they convert on the spot.

I might return to this later to expand on it. Nevertheless, please be kind and compassionate to those with an aggressive style of dawah (the equivalent of "evangelization"). More often than not, there's something behind the anger. With that said, stay firm and brave--don't let them insult our creed. Pray silently for them, and move on.

Omg I’m obsessed with this shot

ughhh something about this 🤌🏽😩 the thumb caressing, his eyes shut, her eyes kinda hungry, their lips brushing before a searing kiss… makes me absolutely FERAL

"And then, I think that there's, like, this... you know, sexual kinda compatibility" - Hunter Doohan.

I think too Hunter. I think too.

NUDIBRANCHS!!!!!🗣️🗣️

I love them so much I want to put them on my FACE and love them forever you don’t understand they’re so PRETTY and cute

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OKAY I know it’s obvious and also pretty niche but Yknow Wendy’s hat that Dipper is always wearing in all the fanarts?? And how it’s like the same kind of hat that Jack from AJR wears?? I always thought like oh it’s so cute that that hat is like a Thing in two of my fandoms but I just thought about it and like… Dipper would love AJR’s music. Like he would relate so hard to all of the lyrics growing up as a neurodivergent nerdy outcast (affectionate). He would be so angsty listening to their music in his room like “no one understands me but this band” (also affectionate bc same). Basically I just need Dipper to discover alt pop music esp AJR because yk he would love it

I work with kids (around ages 2 to 5 normally) and here’s a list of Crazy Things Kids Say/Do from this week:

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3-yr-old boy, pointing to a paper towel in my hand: “I want to eat that!”

Me, looking at him with confusion because I know this boy knows what a paper towel is: “…this is a paper towel.”

Boy, with a sigh so big and heavy it would rival that of a grown man who just got told the bar was out of his favorite beer after an exhausting work week: “oookaayyyy…😔😔😔”

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5-year-old girl who has never talked like this a day in her life, running to her mother with all the fervor of a Victorian child who just discovered a ghost in her old rickety house: “Mama! Mama, come quick! Something strange has happened!”

(The strange thing was that the lights had been turned off in the part of the building that we weren’t currently using and it was Slightly Darker than Usual.)

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Little girl, finding me on the playground and running up to me with wide eyes, practically whispering: “Do you want some mulch candy?”

Me, playing along: “ooo, mulch candy??”

The girl silently puts a singular piece of mulch into my hand and runs away looking suspicious, leaving me to wonder if I just participated in some kind of illegal mulch deal.

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There was a little boy who kept wanting to wash his hands for no reason which was fine and I would’ve let him do if he didn’t keep trying to walk into the bathroom while there was another kid in there. So after a few times of this he was a little annoyed and to get back at me he rolled this big toy truck over to the sink, somehow managed to lift it over his head and get it onto the counter, then rolled it into the sink, and just stood there looking at the Truck In The Sink with the most smug look I have ever seen.

Hey so um how do I start writing fanfic?? Like where the heck am I supposed to write it google docs?? My freaking notes app?? Help

Like I know exactly what happens and in what order but I don’t know how to get it out of my head and into a physical form?? And this isn’t just like my ocs who I can do whatever I want with this is like actual preexisting characters who already have a developed personality and stuff and for some reason that’s HARDER

REAL

im just not convinced humans were ever meant to be this busy

💕💙“So, it’d be just us… THEM… against the world.”💙💕

It’s always Wyler this, Wavier that, Wenclair they…….

But let’s not forget the only CANON ship in this show. 💙🐍🐺💖

Enid and Ajax have my whole heart and they deserve all the soft fluffy things. 🥹

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Too in character

Ajax: If I were a gardener, I'd put our "two-lips" together

Enid: *blushes*

Tyler: Why aren't we like this?

Wednesday: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe

Tyler: That's why

Tyler, barging in the room: YOU'RE NOT HAVING KIDS?!

Enid: Tyler? what? how did you get in here?? who told you?!

Tyler: WHO ELSE? AJAX! TELL ME NOW THAT YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE KIDS.

Enid: We will not be having kids.

Tyler: IF YOU WON'T HAVE KIDS, THEN WHO WILL BE FRIENDS WITH OUR KIDS?

Enid: They will find other friends.

Tyler: OH SURE, BECAUSE WEDNESDAY'S DNA PLUS MY DNA EQUALS A KID WHO KNOWS HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS. THINK ENID, THINK.

Me holding onto tiniest bit of faith for my ships. Like man. If I can't have wyler AT LEAST PETROCLAIR LIKE CMON PLEASE.

I know wylers and petroclairs don't really make ourselves heard as much as wenclairs. But theirs is make believe from a sister like bond. Idk how yall see more. No offense.

AAAAAAA OMG OMG OMG

Them: What keeps you holding onto Weyler becoming canon?

Me: . . . .

I’m obsessed with the Hilda Giants aaaaa this art is everything I’ve ever wanted

Art I did of The Midnight Giant from Hilda.