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Long live Gilbert

This is Gilbert. He’s been around a while. Attributes his long life to many, many years of always getting what he wants

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korean-japanese women yuri is trending on twitter because korean and japanese women don't like the men in their respective countries they're making yuri about korean women and japanese women dating each other wow what a time to be alive

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We've had a family/murder of crows visiting our garden for years now, and this season the chicks are soooo helpless! They just stand around expectantly with their mouths open as the mom crow eats. Which is what inspired this comic! :)

Stickers-socials-patreon!

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i dont think i posted these but here i made a little frog pattern to make tiny frog toys with my grandma

this is the first lil guy I made while still learning how i should sew it

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This child’s hands were worn and bloodied. Not from doing the ritual, but from pounding on church doors begging to be let in.

That winter had been a particularly harsh one and it was reflected in his sunken face. He had attempted to beg for food and money. Through his eyes, she saw the indifference of the community. They would stare straight through him and carry on.

The indifference of the parishes. The priests would chase him away, he could hear them mutter about how dirty he was. The only friends he had were wasting away faster than he was in the frost. All huddled together to stay warm. One of them had been sick.

In this town, there were three churches. All different religions. All preaching love, kindness, and helping your fellow man. Yet, none could spare anything to help this child. He just wanted to save his friend. It was too late. He had to bury his friend in snow.

She saw he had wanted mercy and kindness from the community. But now, all he wanted was vengeance. That, she could provide.

Lilith has been summoned by many in the past. Women who want babies, Men who want riches and fame. But never a child. Looking through the child’s memories, it’s clear to see why he summoned the mother of demons

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Cave Creek, Arizona 7/14/24

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i, a rock collector, had to go to the ER yesterday because of a gallstone attack, here is how my father messaged me

thanks dad

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Say Hello! It’s the ROUNDEST of BOYS!

Round Boy Pup is a one-of-a-kind ceramic art piece.

Hand-sculpted with love and ULTIMATE SMOOTHNESS. (also, with stoneware clay.)

Give little head pats or BOOP! THAT! SNOOT!

The perfect friend to BOOST THAT SEROTONIN.

✨AVAILABLE NOW✨

(Shop Link in Bio & Below)

Etsy Listing! Etsy Shop!

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The Sale is Live!

A small batch of my artwork is now available online!

Click the link in my bio to shop, or visit

https://caggianopottery.etsy.com

Share this post to help grow my small business!

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Some fruits and florals of mine that are currently available on skirts! I wanted to see them together, I think they look cute this way!

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[Image ID: The Destiel confession meme edited so that Dean answers 'There's a petition to ban conversion therapy in the EU' to Cas' 'I love you'. /End ID]

If you are a citizen in the EU please sign this petition:

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Will be making tea immediately

Art by Leah Gardner

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“Now Tony. Let’s look at da price they put on you my boy. Hmm $3.99 for your head?”

The boy, who was no more than 9, winced and could barely lift his eyes off the ground to meet his father’s. The man’s eyes soften before he takes a deep breath. He glances at you, shrugging off how shaken you look, “I wish that’s how much it cost to keep this boy fed.”

He turned his attention back to his son and held his shoulders. “Now Tony,” his voice practically echoed across the store. “There’s gonna be people in your life, like this nincompoop, who think you aren’t worth more than $3.99-”

He paused for a moment as his son seemed to shrink more into himself. The man took in the dusty floor that needed sweeping and the messy aisle he was in and kneeled.

He gently cupped his son’s face, speaking in a softer tone “But you, and your head, are worth far more than $3.99. You are such a smart boy and I wish you could see-”

The boy was on the verge of tears and tried to wrench his face out of his father’s hands. With a quiet and cracking voice he responded, “It can’t be worth much if I’m failing English. I thought I speak English!”

The father attempted to keep his son’s eyes locked with his. “But you’re in the advanced classes for math! What’s the sayin? If you judge a fish on how it ties its shoes-”

The sniffling boy cut in, “How it climbs a tree, dad.”

The man looked perturbed, “Why in the hell would a fish climb a tree? It’s not important. What’s important is you are worth more than whatever your English teacher, or this goober think you are. Do you remember what I taught you about selling merchandise?”

The boy swiped away his tears and stood a little taller, “You need to know what it’s worth to price it right.”

The man ruffled the boy’s hair with a small grin on his face, “That’s right! Do you really think these people know your worth better than you?”

The boy slowly shook his head. His father returned to his full height, ruffled his son’s hair once more, and removed the sticker from his head, “I didn’t think so. And don’t get so caught up in what you can’t do and forget about what you can do. Now Tony, what do you think you’re worth?”

Tony stood up straight and met his father’s eyes, “A million bucks!”

His father laughed, “Don’t you think that’s a little much, Tony?” He received a light punch on his side as a response. “Okay, okay a million bucks. Now go find yourself a snack so we can go.”

Tony ran off into another aisle as the mob boss turned his attention back to you. His eyes narrowed, his posture straightened as he scanned you up and down.

With sticker in hand he approached you, “Now cause of you I got to teach my son a valuable lesson today, but… just know if it happens again, the price on your head will be $3.99.”

The mob boss smacked the sticker onto your forehead, paid for his son’s snacks, and left with his million dollar son.

“Sir, I’m very sorry for accidentally putting a price on your son’s head” said the nervous store clerk to the mob boss.

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I think he’s pretty.

in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off

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Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.