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This is the standard winged nightjar and it has one singular stupidly big feather on each wing... if you even care.
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WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS HOW I FIND OUT
#this is objectively the best way to learn about it so i want to share the joy with all of you#drawfee#jacob andrews#julia lepetit#WHAT
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finding out my fiancé’s cousin is a trump supporter was nottt on my 2024 bingo card. i mean…im not necessarily shocked or anything but a little surprised. we assume it’s coming from a religious standpoint as she, her parents, and her husband are all catholic. that assumption is flimsy at best. the thing with that too is voting for the weirdo that directly affects multiple people in your life is weird. you’re weird.
now she doesn’t seem to be outwardly transphobic or homophobic or racist (she defended me from her weird ass mom when she found out i was trans) but i also have never heard any actual political opinions from her until seeing her ig posts in the wake of the election. idk. i’ve always been proud of not knowing anyone who would vote that way. it feels like slap in the face lol.
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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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please learn how to code
like, if you're bored today, and not doing anything,
learn a little bit of coding please
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Batman fucking sucks. Imagine not being able to kill one normal guy dressed as a clown. Your arch nemesis is normal clown guy? You fucking kidding me? Doesn't superman shoot suns out of his cock, and this is the best you can do?
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has anyone addressed that if klck was jealous of riz for having “unfair adventuring advantages” she should’ve been insanely jealous of fig?
like i know it’s because riz is also a rogue but:
fig at the start of freshman year had mysterious parentage AND (semi) “tragic” backstory befitting the main character of a 2012 ya novel
then she finds out her bio dad is an archdevil
by the end of sophomore year she’s a famous rockstar, related to three faculty members, and dating the principal’s daughter (who herself is an incredibly powerful wizard)
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This is a canon event. He was always bound to turn into Gilear.
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“Generically medieval”, by which we mean our peerage is French, our castles are German, our weapons are Italian, and everybody speaks English.
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i feel like the only person destined to be the next true principal of Aguefort adventuring academy is Adaine. I just feel like she gets his vibe even if she doesn't want to. on one hand she is a very serious studious young woman who loves magic loves learning spells and all types of spells, not just her school of magic. On the other hand, she is feral and crazy in a unique way that not even the other bad kids are. She's the type of person that rolls her eyes at people being jealous of a dead parents backstory and wonders why Kipperlily didn't just kill her parents to get a more interesting backstory. The type of woman who will argue with any form of government and will question them vigorously if they don't fit her standards. The type of person who will slug her sister in the face in the middle of a wizard duel when her cantrips would be more effective.
I think she will have to kill him* in a duel for the school, I think she'll shoot him instead of using magic. It will prove to him that she isn't just a wizard, she is a bloodthirsty adventurer willing to do anything to win. His perfect successor. She turns it into Abernant's adventuring academy, or o'shaughnessey's adventuring academy.
I think the Bad kids would join up as teachers there to back her up, and to run the school however they want. I'd like to think that it goes horribly at first, but eventually smooths out.
*after the duel they bring him back of course, but she still needs to have his blood on her hands to take the job
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