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Hi everyone, today we're unboxing my boyfriend!

[Camera pans to a graveyard, and a girl with a shovel]

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of course im a microblogger

im just a little mouse

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Slug is such a great word it’s perfect for the animal and for bullets and fake coins and lazy people and drinking and printing and moving slowly and URLs and alcohol. We should call even more things slug I think we’d all be happier. Slug World 2024.

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no one should have let me be in charge of a student organization...

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His Majesty’s Dragon the comfort book ever.. yes I have five hundred books on my tbr yes I am instead reading Temeraire again

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// 𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 // 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 //

Finally finished this piece of Magda that I based on an illustration by Harold Nelson from 1901!

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executing my comedically american posting technique (left hand keyboard, right hand burger)

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“When Padeen was speaking Irish he stammered very much less – hardly at all if he were not nervous – and now he was discoursing as fluently as could be: ‘That’s the better – bless the good peg – a little higher – oh, the black thief, he missed the stroke – four it is – now for the five – now for the five – glorious St Kevin, I have the five itself…’ This was usual enough. Padeen alone often talked aloud to himself when he was throwing dice or knuckle-bones or mending a net. Stephen did not so much listen as be aware of the homely, agreeable sound: but abruptly he stiffened. The paper dropped from his hand. It was exactly as though he had heard a faint childish voice cry ‘Twelve!’ or something very like it. Twelve in Irish, of course. With the utmost caution he stood up and set his door on the jar, with a book either side to prevent it moving. ‘For shame, Breed, honey,’ said Padeen, ‘it is a dó dhéag you must say. Listen, sweetheart, listen again will you now? A haon, a dó, a trí, a ceathir, a cúig, a sé, a seacht, a hocht, a naoi, a deich, a haon déag, a dó dheag, with a noise like yia, yia. Now, a haon, a dó…’ The little voice piped, ‘A haon, a dó…’ and so right through to ‘a dó dheag,’ which she said with just Padeen’s Munster intonation. ‘There’s a golden lamb, God and Mary and Patrick bless you,’ said Padeen kissing her. ‘Now let you throw the hoop on the four, which will make twelve altogether so it will too: since eight and four is twelve for evermore.’ The dinner-bell clashed on Stephen’s intensely listening ear with a most shocking effect – a galvanic effect. It scattered his wits strangely, and he had not fully recovered them before the passage outside creaked under Padeen’s step: he was a big man, as tall though perhaps not as broad-shouldered as Jack Aubrey: and it was clear that he was carrying the child – they talked in a murmur, each into the other’s ear.”

— The Commodore, Patrick O’Brian

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autism to autism communication

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Then they sat down and sang / but my love sang the clearest / Like a nightingale in the spring / saying, “You’re welcome home, my dearest...”

[moth and compass is a collaboration with @natdrinkstea]

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'The Polar bear at Blair Atholl,' 2024.

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Alrite you'll send me to Davy Jones' locker... What's next, gonna stuff me in Peter Tork's duffle bag? Micky Dolenz's hope chest?? The trunk of Mike Nesmith's car???

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bat filet crochet (chart)

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Kelly Blair thought he would never see his garden gnomes again. They disappeared from his yard in Kelowna, B.C., not long after he hosted a yard sale last month. But last week he got a knock at the door from a "lovely older lady," who handed him a note. "The envelope said 'homeowner' on the front and inside was a photocopy cut-out of a gnome on the back. It simply said 'the Gnome Restoration Society' and that was it," Blair told As It Happens guest host Peter Armstrong. Then the lady asked him to follow her to her car. "She had, obviously, no threatening manner about her. So I, of course, followed her to her car," said Blair. There, sitting in the trunk of her sedan, were his garden gnomes. "All of a sudden there's this huge splash of colour and there's all my gnomes back. In fact, there were two more than were taken." Blair said he doesn't fancy himself a sleuth, so he didn't ask many questions of the lady who had delivered the gnomes. But she did give a small clue. The woman told him "they were mostly retired people who did this, and they wished to remain anonymous," he said.

I want to be the kind of senior citizen who engages in gnome-related hijinks

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got chased by a skeleton but when they caught me they just gave me a kiss and hug. turns out it was an xoskeleton.

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Not telling your kid they have a learning disability, chronic illness, mental illness etc. so they can “feel normal” actually does the opposite. They will not feel normal if they do not have the context to understand that their normal will be different from that of their peers.