A fellow Dankpods enjoyer spotted? 👀
You bet! I watched his ShrekPod Pro video all the way back when it came out in 2019, and I’ve been hooked ever since 🟩
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Hey, might be a bit of an odd question. Have you had a chance to dive into Starfield? Will there be a Buttons IN SPAAACCCCEEE!?
I'll be honest, I've seen a bit of Starfield (Cam bought it) and I'm not impressed. Can't say I've expected anything different either unfortunately, with how Bethesda has been conducting business lately. I don't feel any particular way about it and I doubt I'll be playing it anytime soon.
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Imagine what life could be like if he were giving me some sloppy toppy rn
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[Image description: A laundry room sign with instructions for using the washing machine, first in English and then ostensibly translated into Spanish. Next to the High Efficiency logo is the text "HE (High Efficiency) Concentrated Soap is Recommended" and below that is "Por favor usar un jabon haute efficacité". Below that is a picture of the machine with parts labeled in English and Spanish. /end ID]
it's embarrassing how long i was standing there trying to figure out how to pronounce haute efficacité in spanish before i realized that haute efficacité is, in fact, french
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feeling weirdly okay with being perceived, might post the full fic of that one prompt tomorrow after i get it polished a lil bit if this mood lasts
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This World
I would like to write a poem about the world that has in it
nothing fancy.
But it seems impossible.
Whatever the subject, the morning sun
glimmers it.
The tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star.
The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark
pinprick well of sweetness.
As for the stones on the beach, forget it.
Each one could be set in gold.
So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds
were singing.
And the aspen trees were shaking the sweetest music
out of their leaves.
And that was followed by, guess what, a momentous and
beautiful silence
as comes to all of us, in little earfuls, if we're not too
hurried to hear it.
As for spiders, how the dew hangs in their webs
even if they say nothing, or seem to say nothing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe they sing.
So fancy is the world, who knows, maybe the stars sing too,
and the ants, and the peonies, and the warm stones,
so happy to be where they are, on the beach, instead of being
locked up in gold.
Mary Oliver
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