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Can the FUCKING New world be born already I'm sick of the time of the monsters

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Yash Darji aka Yash Earth (Indian, based Vadodara, Gujarat, India) - Indian Flying Fox - Gujarat, Photography

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boss fight

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Frog Paints a Water Lily Pond 🪷🎨🐸

𝑓ₒᵣ ⲕᵢ𝑛𝑔 ₐ𝑛𝑑 𝑐ₒ𝑡𝑡ₐ𝑔ₑ

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Your gender is now the first randomized wikipedia article you get. No rerolls.

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Lobster in a bucket looks like a gigantic monster on a metallic planet, and the waterdrops look like stars.

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the kind of shit mordecai and rigby would almost die over

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Gav’s Tavern Hi, I hope you like this. It is different from what I usually do. Also it was a lot of work.

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Find someone who supports you like this cat supports his owner’s music

via @sarperduman

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once i beat the depression and the burnout and the anxiety and the loneliness and the exhaustion and the guilt and the awkwardness and the apathy and the low income and the chronic illness and the impatience and the vulnerability and the creative block and the capitalism and the cruelty THEN you'll see

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silco is so funny as a character. he was gonna stab a crying child but then the child hugged him and talked about her abandonment trauma and he went like OH KIN and decided to develop a codependent relationship with the crying child. and you'd think that'd make him have more sympathy for kids and parents in general but NOOOOOOO he threatens to murder kids multiple times in act 2 and 3 and is like LOL YOUR KID IS DEAD at that poor chembaron. however the moment his daughter slash codependent partner gets threatened he's like FUCK all of you she's literally the only human being to ever matter you can all die as long as she gets to live and bomb other people. any other villain would have gained compassion through his bond with a traumatized child but instead he just got worse and also projected all his issues and vulnerabilities on a mentally ill arsonist teenage girl and claps whenever she bombs someone to death and cheers as she develops harmful coping mechanisms. legendary character. absolute wonderful piece of shit who loves his adoptive daughter to death and also is a very poor parent.

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silco is so funny as a character. he was gonna stab a crying child but then the child hugged him and talked about her abandonment trauma and he went like OH KIN and decided to develop a codependent relationship with the crying child. and you'd think that'd make him have more sympathy for kids and parents in general but NOOOOOOO he threatens to murder kids multiple times in act 2 and 3 and is like LOL YOUR KID IS DEAD at that poor chembaron. however the moment his daughter slash codependent partner gets threatened he's like FUCK all of you she's literally the only human being to ever matter you can all die as long as she gets to live and bomb other people. any other villain would have gained compassion through his bond with a traumatized child but instead he just got worse and also projected all his issues and vulnerabilities on a mentally ill arsonist teenage girl and claps whenever she bombs someone to death and cheers as she develops harmful coping mechanisms. legendary character. absolute wonderful piece of shit who loves his adoptive daughter to death and also is a very poor parent.

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Lemme tell u guys a story

In my freshman year, my great grandma passed away. She never threw out or sold anything worth keeping if she could help it, having grown up in the Depression, so when she passed, my grandma suddenly inherited a lifetime’s worth of treasured items. She distributed most of them to her kids and grandkids, saved some sentimental items, and donated most of the clothing and trinkets to charity. I got back the stuffed leopard I’d given great-grandma in the hospital; the fur was still as soft as it’d been when I bought it. One of the biggest things she had to sort through was jewelry. For a year after my great-grandma died, my grandma was setting out organized rows of costume jewelry on basement tables and chivvying her granddaughters to take what they wanted.

And then, after all the choosing, she snuck me into her room while my cousins picked through wristwatches. On her bed were two small jewelry boxes: an old wooden one, and a cushioned one in white pleather.

“I brought you in here because if I gave these to your cousins, they’d sell it. I don’t want these sold. Do you understand?”

I understood.

This is the story of the biggest lie my grandma ever told her mom.

Great-grandma’s birthstone was garnet, and she loved the look of the stones, but could never justify paying for some. Her husband worked constantly, and so did she, and new clothes for the kids was more important than jewelry at the time. When my grandma was 16, she saved her first paychecks to buy her mom a garnet ring for Mother’s Day; that’s what was in the wooden box. The original receipt, handwritten, was crammed into the lid. Great-grandpa saw that ring and teared up; he’d always wanted to get his wife something nice like that, but hadn’t ever had enough money for it. Determined, he vowed to change that. He set aside money for years, slowly, hiding it away in a box in the attic, vowing to buy his wife something she could always wear with her ring.

Time passed, and inflation happened, and he slowly squirreled money away in the hopes that jewelry might get cheaper again sometime. Time passed again, and age had little mercy on him. He got older, typed up a note, and placed in in the box, describing what the money was for; he knew his time was near. Under no circumstances was the money to be spent on anything other than giving his wife a nice gift. The letter read, “One day, my dear Ruth, you’ll have garnet earrings to match that ring.” It’s what great-grandma had always mourned missing; she had such a nice ring, and no good earrings to go with it.

Well, men don’t live forever, and when great-grandpa passed away, my grandma cleaned out her mom’s attic as she prepared to move somewhere smaller. Going through boxes of polaroids and paper clips, she stumbled on the box of earrings money, note and all. She stashed it with her coat, and after that day of cleaning, went to the jeweler before her mom could try and spend the money on something too sensible. She came back with the white pleather box; sure enough, still nestled inside that box were two clip-on garnet earrings.

”Mom never got her ears pierced, you know. That’s why it took so long to find a good pair.”

Once she’d gotten the earrings, grandma presented them to her mom, along with the note. The paper was obviously old and warped by moisture, but it was legible. My great grandma cried happy tears and treasured those earrings more than any other jewelry; the last gift her husband could give her. Decades after the fact, I’d seen her wear them to Christmas parties and worry over them, checking that they stayed on her earlobes.

There was never any note from great-grandpa. Never any box. Never any earring money. My great-grandpa had spent his saved money keeping himself and his wife confortable throughout retirement. To set aside hundreds of dollars, even a bit at a time, for garnet earrings, was never a thought that crossed his mind. My grandma had seen her mom, exhausted, wracked with grief, and lied through her teeth about where she’d gotten the money for those earrings. She faked the note and everything, making sure her mom wouldn’t wonder where the money came from, and never winced at the pinch in her own pockets. And she never told a soul, not even my mom, until great-grandma was safely and thoroughly buried herself.

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It's dishonest work and it's a lot. And nobody needs to do it