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andreas maler of nuremberg fancam

Trans people need to start naming themselves like puritans but like the other way. I need to start hanging out with bitches named Contempt and Decadence and Heresy

Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with

usb drives you find lying on the ground are modern day cursed amulets

Blue Chips

My gangsta name sounds like insult.... 😶

Sky Blue boiled egg

LET'S PLAY❤️

@flamingblinglove @birinboom @zeetrip @devilsrose666 @monaukah @demonbanger @mikuyuuss

And anyone who like to join❤️❤️😝

asked the kids what they thought it would be like to eat an amongus (it was relevant to the conversation) & after the initial outrage they immediately and unanimously concluded that it would be like a sour marshmallow

Millennials

One of my favorite parts about being a Millennial is being told I should know how to do a thing I don't know how to do by the very people who didn't bother to teach me how to do that thing when I was a kid.

One of my favorite parts about being a Millennial is being told I should get references to a piece of media I'm not familiar with by the very people who didn't bother to expose me to that piece of media when I was a kid.

Our Baby Boomer parents opted out of actually parenting their Millennial children and apparently that's our fault somehow because of reasons.

has this been done yet

cat violence moodboard

gambling with angels is easy. they can't lie but they have addictive personalities; it's easy to clean them out then make them divulge secrets about the business of heaven to call your bets. my dad used to say "hey, watch this" and summon angels to play poker with him with a sort of bone flute he inherited from his grandpa, and they'd be holding horseshit and still want to call him. i'm talking "raise on a two pair" level bad at it, but they couldn't stop trying to win. my dad taught me all the secret names of God before i was out of grade school and i would use them to curse my enemies so they came down with leprosy. you can cure leprosy these days but it still sucks, especially for a child. but they had it coming for pissing me off

refseek.com

www.worldcat.org/

link.springer.com

http://bioline.org.br/

repec.org

science.gov

pdfdrive.com

Yeah cringe culture is dead but you know who are actually genuinely really fucking embarrassing?

Neurotypical parents of autistic people who are shit at dealing with autistic people. Like they don't even have the self-awareness to be embarrassed about it, they'll just openly casually admit "yeah I have no idea why my child consistently keeps having the same reaction when I keep doing these same actions lol" like they don't know the definition of insanity or the idea that hurting people is bad.

Like ok learning the ropes of how autistic people work and function is probably strange and confusing to an nt person who has never encountered people on the spectrum, but how do you raise one without learning jack fucking shit??? And then admit that you're just as shit at it today as the day they were born. How do you have 20 years of experience in something and less skills than someone competent could learn in 20 days.

If there's one fucking group of people who can make me physically cringe when they talk, it's those people making cheery small talk about how they never bothered to learn how to not hurt their own child.

Like to charge reblog to cast

Your analog horror about the all consuming flesh and the sinister broadcast altering entities is not gay enough and i am not fucking joking

It should be illegal or something to sing “This Land Is Your Land” without the secret verses

https://youtu.be/Tr2FBsNijdc

am maked a yoo toob video :D

https://youtu.be/Tr2FBsNijdc

am maked a yoo toob video :D

I think it would be funny to take two distinctly different book genres that happen to be set at the same time and just have them both happen in the same story. Hell, make them antagonistic to each other, you've got one set of protagonists over here and another set there, whatever happens on their turf works by their genre logic, and vice versa.

Like imagine you're reading a Jane Austen style sensibility realism about the british landowning gentry who are very delicate and polite with each other but consider abject poverty to mean only having two maids and one horse carriage. The protagonist is pleading her father to please reconsider his oath to never forgive some duke over an imagined slight in a starkly worded letter, before he brings ruin to the entire family over his own stubborn pride. If her brother won't come back from his service in the navy, the duke is their only hope. Her father insists that he will, his son is his the favourite child and if anything ever happened to him, then he would simply die from grief on the spot because he would no longer have anything worth living for. The protagonist is unsure whether it didn't cross her father's mind that by saying this he would imply that she is worth nothing to him, or whether he said that intentionally and simply does not care that it hurt her. She does not ask, and instead goes to her room to write a 15-page letter to her closest most beloved bosom friend.

Then it cuts to halfway across the world right into a rowdy romantic pirate adventure, right in the middle of a swashbuckling battle at sea. This time there's no time for long introductions of family backgrounds and scenic high detail descriptions of their respective estates, one of the ships is on fire and whichever side manages to get control of the other ship will live. Battle for survival alone at this point. Shit's pure tits up chaos. The other protagonist, a pirate, shows up on the scene, and in their introductory sentence stabs the aforementioned brother through the throat.

i saw walder of house white making milk of the poppy with that urchin jessaerys

You can tell when someone’s frame of reference for “normal people” is more “people at the church sponsored ice cream social” and less “people on the bus”

It's time to kill the idea that we can only grow and heal when we're uncomfortable. You heal every time you have a good conversation with someone. You heal every time you laugh. You heal every time something makes you smile genuinely. You heal every time you have fun creating something - anything. You heal every time you get so absorbed in something fun that you forget your struggles for a while. There is, in fact, lots of healing and growth to be found INSIDE your comfort zone.

I submit to you that the most iconic feature of any animal is either unlikely or impossible to fossilize.

If all we had of wolves were their bones we would never guess that they howl.

If all we had of elephants were fossils with no living related species, we might infer some kind of proboscis but we’d never come up with those ears.

If all we had of chickens were bones, we wouldn’t know about their combs and wattles, or that roosters crow.

We wouldn’t know that lions have manes, or that zebras have stripes, or that peacocks have trains, that howler monkeys yell, that cats purr, that deer shed the velvet from their antlers, that caterpillars become butterflies, that spiders make webs, that chickadees say their name, that Canada geese are assholes, that orangutans are ginger, that dolphins echolocate, or that squid even existed.

My point here is that we don’t know anything about dinosaurs. If we saw one we would not recognize it. As my evidence I submit the above, along with the fact that it took us two centuries to realize they’d been all around us the whole time.

Current map from a worldbuilding project I’m working on called Theia. I updated some of the borders and countries, so one of the continents will look drastically different, but places like Avalon are untouched.