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Don't body shame him.

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images of unbelievable violence

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Which path should he choose?

The path of the warrior, the path of the scholar, or the path of the artist?

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[comes out of my mutuals blog breathless and blood stained] didnt even fidn the . fucking post

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as someone with aragorn's kind of face framing layers i just know the front pieces are hanging in his eyes all day every day... "my path is hidden from me" you are 4 bobby pins away from utter clarity.

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Ngl I totally forgot fandom discourse was a thing. I don’t care man, I have car payments

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You seem to care a lot about trans people for being cis yourself

local internet dumbass discovers what empathy is

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I love that photo of Martin and Bosco playing at the water park. Every time I see it it makes my day. Do you have any other favourite photos of them together, if you're up for sharing? I totally understand if you don't feel up to it tho, so no pressure!

Thank you! It's so cool that you enjoy the blaze photo too.

I love these candid photos of Martin and Bosco. They were always having conversations with each other.

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I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD

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they got rid of the classical elements & replaced it with something called the 'four harmonious insects' so now instead of fire, water, etc we have moth, spider, leech and worm.

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went to my best friend’s house last night and saw a little plushie dog and plushie cat that had been sewn together down the middle into a two-headed chimera. I said, “did you do that?” she said, “yes, I saved them.”

turns out at her old job when the last two plushies hadn’t sold and became deadstock, her boss told her to cut them up and throw them out. so she cut them each in half, preserved their heads, and then rebuilt them together.

cannot stop thinking about the way these little plushies were approached with the instinct of a Vampire or some sort of ancient god. “Let me save you [turn you into a monster].”

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me: I wonder how some of these bog bodies got created, like, how do you just fall into a bog and die?

drunk guy in the late Iron Age:

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