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friendlylemonade · 4 days ago
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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.
Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.
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friendlylemonade · 6 days ago
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we’re ya’ll ever taught utensil etiquette? Like- I remember being really young, and my nana would have me hold my fork a certain way because it was ‘polite and proper’. It probably took her years to get me to hold my fork in any way that wasn’t gripping it like a baseball bat (it’s the best comparison I can think of, okay?) looking back on it though, it doesn’t seem very normal, and I don’t know if it’s one of those things that nobody talks about, but everybody goes though, or my family was just weird.
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friendlylemonade · 9 days ago
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Don't eat dirt!!!
(my minecraft + mcyt tag)
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friendlylemonade · 9 days ago
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so can we start hunting down white liberals now or what
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friendlylemonade · 9 days ago
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I’m like- 99% sure that an official apology and compensation from the government and church actually happened, I remember learning about it when I was in highschool. I may be misremembering, but I’m pretty sure that the church tries to make up for their mistakes. But yes, residential schools brutal, and though I have never, and likely will never fully know what those kids went though, I was taught about them in school and learned enough to be able to mourn those children every day
So.
Another 751 unmarked graves were found at a Saskatchewan residential school.
Seven hundred fifty one.
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friendlylemonade · 11 days ago
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WHY IS YELLOW ALWAYS THE FEMALE?!??!?! WHY CAN’T WE HAVE A FEMALE BLUE? OR A FEMALE RED? FOR ONCE, DON’T MAKE THE YELLOW THE FEMALE!!!!!! YELLOW IS ALWAYS THE FEMALE!!!!!
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friendlylemonade · 12 days ago
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friendlylemonade · 13 days ago
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I would like to (finally) introduce a sona au I’ve been working on! With a couple of friends of mine we have been working on this au and I hope to show more of it in the further!
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We got character designs!
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Fighting/ transportation concept design!
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And environment concepts!
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As a bonus STORY BOARDING
The current cast in this au is!!
@dia-smthidk
@lilithloves-you
@cringechan
@chaos-ace
@neptunestoast
@vexation-816
@iguessimfished
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friendlylemonade · 13 days ago
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Fire Thief
A Ranchers Animation AU
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friendlylemonade · 13 days ago
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Looking back, I totally missed the metal bit below the blood smear on the mouth, lol
I drew a nightmare version of myself
(tw minor blood & bad camera quality)
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friendlylemonade · 13 days ago
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Could somebody please explain to me why donuts are considered breakfast food? Like- I don’t know what kind of donuts you’re eating, but usually when I have donuts, they’re a super sugary dessert food, not something to power you through the start of the day
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friendlylemonade · 15 days ago
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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
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friendlylemonade · 21 days ago
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I think my favourite flavour of Pyro dialogue in fan fic is stuff like this
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friendlylemonade · 24 days ago
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hallo, Kat
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friendlylemonade · 26 days ago
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why do demons and death-inducing entities enjoy farming tools so much?
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friendlylemonade · 1 month ago
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Proving a point to my boyfriend.
PLEASE REBLOG if you (male or female) believe it is perfectly okay and natural for a guy of any age to cry
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friendlylemonade · 1 month ago
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his name is Fredrick, he’s my tie, you touch him, you die
(I got to wear a tie for a jazz costume today and named him Fredrick)
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