she/her Here to fight God and fuq bitches. But God's a coward and I'm Ace.
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maybe if i imagine the character all my problems will be solved
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Being an evil doppelganger has to be so fucked up like imagine meeting a better version of yourself. Some chain of events going differently that led to "you" being a better person in a way you can never achieve. Personally I'd have no other option but to try and kill them
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My curious boy camo helping his dad fix my car (via)
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Happy Star Wars Day! I’ve decided to make my Skywalker comic into one easily rebloggable post.
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the number of swords with incredibly hyperspecific powers in Arthuriana really delights me:
Then they girded on a sword: it was such a sword that any woman in labor — even if her life hung in the balance — would be delivered of her child at once if struck on the head with the flat of the naked blade.
— First Percival Continuation, Nigel Bryant translation
this is just a sword that Gawain is using for normal quest stuff btw
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Truly I hate to do this to you all but; you can watch all the videos and read all the blogs in the world but you cannot learn to sew without at some point picking up a piece of fabric and fucking it up. No tutorial exists that will stop you at some point ruining this poor piece of cloth. The visceral act of holding a project and wondering where you went wrong is the only way to learn sewing; you cannot escape it. I’m sorry
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He sits across from you. A shot in the dark. A post-midnight Tinder match that seemed like a good idea eighteen hours ago.
Your dress itches. Music drifts to the resturant patio from the pianist near the bar. A sommelier congratulates a couple two tables away. You smell the sour-sweet carbonation of champagne.
He clears his throat, adjusts the three Bic pens aligned (exactly) one centimeter apart on the linen table cloth where the silverware should've been. At last, he speaks.
"I've been trying to reach you about your car's extended warranty."
The words echoed again and again in your brain. Those exact words they used that you couldn't unhear.
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Polynesians did also rely on a form of a physical map called a stick chart, illustrating the specific wave and swell patterns surrounding different island chains. These were particularly helpful during cloudy conditions when the sun and stars were less useful. To navigate the Marshall Islands, the Marshallese represented ocean swell patterns using parts of coconut fronds and shells as islands. Like a subway map, they don’t so much represent distances as they do relationships. The complex and decorative stick charts were often only understood by the person who made them. They were memorised before a voyage by the pilot who would lie on the floor of a canoe to get a sense of swell movement and often lead a squadron of 15 or more boats.


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littol sokkla that I did between some other stuff last week.
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sokkla saturdays, "Jupiter": first kiss.
i thought since i like looking at architecture, maybe id like drawing it too.
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Bro I fucking love the DB Cooper case nothing about this whole situation sounds real. None of the passengers on the plane realized they were being hijacked until the plane landed two hours after it was supposed to and the fbi showed up with suitcases full of money. The note about the bomb almost went unnoticed because the flight attendant thought she was being sexually harassed so she didn't read it. One of the main suspects was the first trans woman in Washington to have a sex change operation. A reporter who was so dead set on his suspect that he brought him to court was so upset about being wrong that he went catatonic and was treated with electroshock therapy and it WORKED. There's been multiple "I'm DB Cooper" death confessions. He never even SAID his name was DB Cooper. Either he got away with a million bucks in today's money and the most iconic and harmless crime American history or he impaled himself on a pine tree while falling a zillion miles an hour in the dark while clutching duffel bags full of cash and either option is equally hilarious. He wore a clip on tie. He committed an act of sky piracy. What in the fucking looney toons
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DESTIEL IS FUCKING CANON
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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I don’t care about notes I just want boops
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