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I just realized something... My childhood babysitters were lesbians that bred and raised ferrets...
I'm not surprised at all actually...
Update: IM LOSING!!! ๐ญ
I think I've totally lost it....
I'm currently arguing with a cricket outside...
I think I've totally lost it....
I'm currently arguing with a cricket outside...
The way asparagus grows makes me uncomfy. Like the inside of my skin is itchy...
I fell asleep with YouTube on the TV last night and woke up to very loud Irish screaming... Not the worst thing I've woken up to though. ๐
ITS BEEN RECOGNIZED!!!!๐
it's that time of year again! HAVE FUN
Nice ratatouille quote. Also, in that video of the choir at Carnegie hall, what piece was that?
I managed to find the song! It was really hard... It's called In Remembrance by Jeffery L. Ames. It's such an amazing piece and was so beautiful. I would love to get a bunch of old choir buddies together and perform this again.
Here's the list of songs we performed if you want it! The ones we sang are under, National Youth Choir. They are all good songs!
https://www.carnegiehall.org/About/History/Performance-History-Search?q=&dex=prod_PHS&page=7&event=60348&pf=National%20Youth%20Choir_
Prepare for utter destruction... ๐ก
WARNING! SPOODER! ๐ท๏ธ๐ท๏ธ๐ท๏ธ
Check out this dude I found in my house!
I dug a little deeper to find out what he is because our house is full of these guys and their babies, but there's too many to kill and not enough to hire an exterminator.
He's a triangulate combfoot. And while in the same family as widow spiders he is not venomous! He's just a little guy!
Picture I took:
Picture google gave me:
you do not have to verbalize your love . you show it through art and music and singing and cooking .
Thank you mom!!!
Inspo for the troll drawings goes to Eoghan Kerrigan.
My birthday cake this year! I made it myself!
(dontmindallthewineglasses)
I was so proud of it! I unfortunately had to toss it away this morning when I went for a slice. The strawberries began molding and I didn't wanna risk getting sick, eating the non moldy bits. Goodbye my love...
Reblog to give an ancient spirit lurking in your room a nice hot bowl of soup
As a child I always wanted to be a gargoyle. I wanted to just hang on the sides of building. And scare away evil spirits. Even as a kid whenever I passed a building with gargoyles I'd wave to them and tell them how much I appreciated them! It's so sad that they stopped putting them on buildings...
Job I'm applying for: Ok we've received you application! Well get back to you!
Me: No you won't.
Lo and behold three months later... They still haven't gotten back to me... ๐
This is why y'all don't get applicants.
Requested by the lovely and wonderful @charliedawn
Synopsis: In which reader has become very interested in Bos hands, Bo takes notice and teases them.
Reader is g/n. They/Them pronouns will be used.
Warnings: Not many, some language, and innuendos on Bos end.
NOT PROOFREAD.
It was a warm day in Louisiana. Magnolias were in bloom and birds were heard chirping happily overhead. (Y/N) stretched in the porch chair they were sitting in, feeling a few satisfying pops along their spine. Bo had ceased work on his truck to enjoy the early afternoon with them, having stepped inside for a beer and a (favourite drink) for them. (Y/N) relaxed back into the chair as their thoughts began to drift. First about the birds, then about the truck, then about Bo working on said truck. About how his hands expertly moved around wires and valves in the engine. How strong and flexible his hands must be. How they might feel holding their own hand. Their thoughts were interupted by an ice cold beer can touching the back of their neck.
"ACK! GOD DAMMNIT BEAUREGARD!" They jumped out of their chair and turned on the now cackling brunet. He wiped a fake tear from his eye.
"Oh calm down." He handed them their drink. "Its not even that cold!"
"You just pulled in out of the fridge!" They reached for their drink, fingers just brushing his. "Its freezing-" they trailed off. They looked at the drink in their hands, no not at the drink. Bo's hand still holding it their fingers crossed together. His fingers were callused but soft. They felt themselves wanting more of them. But Bo pulled his hand away, and popped the tab on his can. He took a big swig.
"I should get back to work." He gave (Y/N) a small smile. "You're welcome to help if you want!" He took off down the porch steps and headed over to his truck.
(Y/N) took a sip of their drink, their fingers still tingling from the short contact. They sighed wistfully and followed after Bo. The leaned gently against the truck while Bo messed with the engine. He occasionally asked for a tool. (Y/N) handed him the tools and went back to watching his hands. Their mind began to wander again.
They could see the tendons moving under his skin. They wondered what his hands would feel like pressed against their bare sides. Squeezing and tugging at the flesh. Would they be rough with his calluses or soft from the oil?Their face flushed slightly at the thought. Bo held his hand out and asked them something.
"Hm? What?" They shook their head to clear the fog, and looked at his hand.
"I asked for the wrench over there on your left?" He questioned. "Are you alright? You've been pretty distracted today."
"Oh yeah im fine. Just thinking." They picked up the wrench and handed it to him, their hand lingering again. When they pulled away they let their finger brush his palm. He raised an eyebrow but shrugged and continued with the engine. They worked in relative silence for the rest of the afternoon.
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It was getting quite humid when they decided to finally head back inside. Lester was chilling on the couch and Vincent was off in his basement working on an art project. Bo headed off to the kitchen to wash his hands, while (Y/N) plopped themselves down on the couch next to Lester.
Lester could sense the tension and inquired about what was wrong.
"It's just..." They started, wondering if it was okay to tell Lester about the hand fixation they had on his brother. They decided not to, considering their little "problem" was their weird fixation on Bos hands. You shouldn't tell his brothers about that... That's just weird.
"Don't worry about it Les." They assured him. "I'll be fine."
Lester shrugged and began to pet Jonesys head. He then began talking about his day. (Y/N) simply nodded and listened.
Meanwhile Bo was in the kitchen washing his hands. (Y/N) seemed very hyperfocused on them. He had a theory but would need to test it. After he dried them he snuck up the stairs past the couch and grabbed a bottle of Jergens (a top tier lotion btw) and began massaging it into his hands. Once it had all soaked in he made his way back down the stairs rubbing his hands together to warm them up. He turned the corner to see Lester rolling on the floor with Jonesy laughing, while she playfully growled and barked.
(Y/N) sat laughing at their display of affection. Bo walked into the couch pushing them aside and sitting down. He then pulled them onto his lap.
I could not bring myself to finish this. I'm sorry to @charliedawn who requested this but I just could not do it. It's been hard trying to get back into writing but I'm not gonna make up excuses for myself other than, I've never been a good writer, in the sense that I just don't like it. I'm sorry again! ๐
Extremely happy... I get to just waddle around eat plants and occasionally go quack.
I'm wearing my mask all the time even deciding to after the "COVID Crisis" just because humans are fucking gross... I once saw a woman pull down her mask to let out the most wet, crunchy disgusting cough I've ever heard come out of a person.
Like are you fucking kidding me?! What's the point of it then if you're just gonna spread your germs to everyone in a 25 ft radius?!?! ๐ก๐ก๐ก
am i insane or should masks be mandated for hospitals as a permanent installation. a forever institution. always. covid is an irrelevant factor when hospitals are always full of both very sick and very immunocompromised people..?
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Oooo I do wanna put them in my art so bad...
asian glossy starlings are severely under utilised Scary Birds. I see crows and ravens and vultures where is the love for these freaks
oohhh you want to put them in your art so bad oooohh
Wait.... Sonic the Hedgehog/Leonardo is in Renfield. I was already planning on watching it at some point but now I have to!
Hereโs an extended cut of Ben Schwartzโs (@rejectedjokes) Renfield (@i-am-renfield) Answer Time interview with Tumblrโs head of entertainment, Cherokee McAnelly (@overchers).
I don't actually know... I was super sick when it started but it hadn't really "kicked off" so to speak, so I may have caught it early, idk...
People who caught it put in the tags what year it was and how bad it was and if you had any side effects
Why?...... ๐ฎโ๐จ
Edit I made of the four lords in my spare time...
I found the audio on TikTok and wanted to try it out.
I just watched the final episode of Owl House
I'm so sad it's over but I'm so happy I was able to be a part of the fandom. I'm so happy that I was able to watch it in my lifetime. I'm so grateful for the friends I made thanks to this show!
I cried at multiple points. It was such a perfect ending to a perfect show.
I personally can't wait to see what Dana and the team do next!
Byyyyyyeeeeee!~
My current WIP
Still experimenting with this art style. I'm not too sure about it yet.