#Giraffe Heart Sunglasses

[noisycowboyglitter]

"Find Your Perfect Pair: Cute Giraffe Sunglasses with Heart Motifs"

Cute Giraffe with Sunglasses and a Heart: A Whimsical Celebration of Love and Individuality

In the enchanting realm of Valentine's Day, where love is expressed through a symphony of symbols and gestures, one image stands out as a delightful fusion of playfulness and adoration – the charming giraffe adorned with a pair of sleek sunglasses and a heart-shaped emblem.

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This captivating depiction, often found adorning cards, gifts, and décor, exudes a sense of irresistible charm that transcends the boundaries of age and culture. The giraffe, with its majestic stature and endearing features, becomes a canvas for the celebration of love, its elongated neck and expressive eyes conveying a sense of gentle wisdom and boundless affection.

The addition of the stylish sunglasses lends an air of confident nonchalance, hinting at the giraffe's inherent sense of individuality and self-assurance. Meanwhile, the heart-shaped motif serves as a poignant reminder of the depth of emotion that lies within, a symbol of the unwavering love and devotion that can be found in the most unexpected of places.

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This whimsical image is a testament to the power of love to inspire creativity and bring joy to the hearts of all who encounter it. It is a celebration of the unique beauty that lies within each individual, a reminder that true affection knows no bounds.

Animal Lovers: Guardians of the Furry, Feathered, and Scaled

For the passionate animal enthusiast, the world is a tapestry of unconditional companionship, where the pitter-patter of paws, the gentle purrs, and the songs of birds create a symphony of pure, unadulterated love. These individuals, whose hearts beat to the rhythm of the animal kingdom, are the champions of compassion, steadfast in their mission to nurture, protect, and celebrate the incredible diversity of our furry, feathered, and scaled companions.

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Whether it's the loyal canine by their side, the feline that curls up in their lap, or the exotic creature they advocate for, animal lovers find joy in the simple pleasures of shared experiences, cherishing each moment as a testament to the profound connection that transcends the divide between species. Their homes become sanctuaries, where the well-being and happiness of their animal friends are the top priority, and their unwavering dedication shapes a future where all creatures are treated with the respect and reverence they deserve.

Valentine's Day Gifts: Expressions of Love That Linger

The art of selecting the perfect Valentine's Day gift is a delicate dance, a thoughtful exchange that speaks to the depths of the heart. From the classic bouquet of roses to the timeless charm of a

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personalized piece of jewelry, these tokens of affection become tangible reminders of the bond shared between two souls.

Beyond the material gifts, the true value lies in the sentiment that imbues each offering – a heartfelt message, a shared memory, or a promise of endless devotion. These carefully curated presents become the physical embodiment of love, treasured keepsakes that continue to resonate long after the day has passed.

[1-800reki]

Chapter 4: ❝You what?! PT 2❞

this is like... the only chapter with just writing so... heh... beware :3

Pairings: Kenma x GN reader

masterlist | next chapter!

"Hey."

Kenma muttered from behind you. You jumped up a bit in surprise and looked away from your phone. "You're gonna give me a heart attack, Kenma! " you said with a sigh, pocketing your phone again. "Let's go inside. I saw the menu, and everything looks amazing!" You said, taking his arm and dragging him inside the cafe.

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"I don't get it," Kenma said looking at your hand movements. "It's a giraffe!" You said giving up as Kenma sighed and tilted the phone up looking at his score. You and him were playing the game 'Charades!' in the cafe while they waited for their food. "You're terrible at this game you know." You snicker looking at his terrible score. "Shut up..." Kenma muttered. "Okay, my turn!" You say taking the phone and choosing a category before placing it on your head.

Kenma groaned and made a poor hand gesture. "Princess and the Frog!" You guessed and Kenma looked shocked and nodded. You cheered and tilted the phone down signaling you got it correct. After the game, Kenma looked at your score and groaned. "How are you so good at this..." He muttered feeling competitive. "Heh... I'm just alpha like that." You said with a chuckle and put your phone away as the treats you both ordered came.

"You should eat more than apple pie, you know." You're looking at his order. You should eat less biggie, Kenma retorted with a small smirk on his face. You looked offended and scoffed. "Alright. I am NOT Lev," you said with a scoff. Kenma snickered and hid his smile with his hand. "You sound like Yaku," Kenma said with a small smile. "I would hope so, I'm his cousin." You say with rolled eyes.

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"Why did Kuroo ask me for ten dollars?" Kenma asked looking at his phone. You both went out to the arcade after the cafe to hang out. Currently, you both were on a shooter game but Kenma got distracted by Kuroo texting him. "I knew his broke ahh isn't paying me back." You said taking Kenma's gun and shooting it so they could win the game.

"Why does he have to pay you back?" Kenma asked and snatched the gun back and continued to play. "We made a bet on who would ask out who first. Him or Lia. I said Lia because I love her and I won." You explained. Kuroo had a girlfriend from Fukurodani, Lia, who was one of the managers. She was also Akaashi's cousin. You both went to the same middle school and kept in touch!

"That's his fault. He's a pussy." Kenma said with a scoff. You couldn't help but snort. "You're not wrong.." You said with a snicker. While you hadn't noticed, Kenma had a small smile on his face and a tiny bit of blush. He thought you looked stunning. He wishes he could grow a pair of balls and just tell you how he feels. But like Kuroo he's a pussy.

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"Are they still playing?" A girl with a cap and sunglasses asked the boy in front of her covering their faces with menus. The boy shook his head. "Nope. They're making their way inside now." He said side-eyeing Kenma and Y/n. The girl nodded and hid her face with the menu when Kenma looked over.

'Are they serious? Do they think I'm that stupid?' Kenma asked himself staring at the duo with a deadpan. Of course, Lia and Kuroo would follow them. The both of them are nosey as hell. He sighed and turned his attention back to you. "We got enough to get the huge cat squishmallow!" You said happily.

Since first year you both wanted the huge cat squishmallow in the arcade. So you both saved up enough points to get it. Today was the day! "Finally..." Kenma said with a small smile. "Come on be more excited!" You said shaking him by the shoulders as he groaned and let himself be shook.

Kuroo snickered and Lia smacked his hand discreetly. He was going to get them caught! Kuroo made a quiet pained noise and glared at his girlfriend before putting his attention back on you and Kenma.

"Let's go! It's getting dark now." You said taking the cat plush in your hands and walking out the door. Kuroo sighed and put the menu down and Lia did the same. "And they say they aren't dating," Kuroo said with a shake of his head like a disappointed father. "Right, even Bo wasn't this dense," Lia said putting her head in the palm of her hand.

"That's insane. Well, we should get going. Shall we princess?" Kuroo said getting up and extending his hand towards Lia and helping her up. "We shall." She said with a smile before both of them walked out.

IM FINALLY DONE BRO SORRY FOR THE LONG ASS WAIT FOR THIS SHITTY ASS CHAPTER 😣

taglist: @sugurumybeloved, @frootloopscos, @walllflowerrrsss, @thatgirlsstar,, @abzyissupersleepy

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

bar hopping •·.·''·.·•

summary: you take lando to a desi club.

‹𝟹 ln x desi!reader ⊹ ࣪ ˖

‹𝟹 fluff + humour ⊹ ࣪ ˖

masterlist ☾☼

lando had been to his fair share of clubs around the world, whether it was ibiza, or monaco, or even vegas. but honestly, nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared him for what he was about to experience in what you called, a "desi bar."

you had told him once during one of the many clubs you went with him after a race that while you loved partying as much as he did, the essence of a desi club was just completely different. so, he insisted that you drag him to a hidden gem of a bar in the heart of the city to prove your point. and, you did. it was a place you had sworn up and down would “change his life.” he had nodded along, expecting the usual—maybe a few neon lights, a decent dj, overpriced drinks.

instead, he was in a whirlwind of color, sound, and pure, unfiltered energy.

the bass thumped through the air, not with the usual edm beats he was used to, but with the unmistakable opening of kala chashma. the moment the first notes hit, the entire crowd erupted in cheers. glasses were lifted, voices shouted in perfect synchronization, and then—lando’s brain short-circuited.

because everyone, literally everyone, started doing the same dance moves.

it reminded him of the cowboy bars that daniel used to pull him to back when they were teammates.

“what—what is happening?!” he yelled over the music, eyes wide as he watched a sea of people drop their sunglasses onto their faces in unison and break into the hook step.

“this song is a bop,” you shouted back, grinning. “and this is just the beginning.”

safe to say, lando was slightly afraid.

lando spun around, watching in disbelief as strangers moved like they’d rehearsed this a thousand times. everyone was weirdly in sync, as if everyone had been to the same dance class to learn the same dance steps to the song. he swore the bartender was grooving while making drinks as well.

before he could even fully process it, you grabbed his wrist. “come on, norris. time to earn that reflex training of yours.”

he barely had time to protest before you pulled him into the middle of the crowd, seamlessly slotting the two of you into the choreography. you moved effortlessly—hips swaying, hands snapping into perfect formation, feet gliding across the floor with precision- as if you had been doing this since you were a child. meanwhile, lando? lando looked like a baby giraffe trying to separate its legs.

“why does everyone know this?!” he gasped, fumbling through the steps.

“it’s in our blood, love,” you teased, before you continued screaming the lyrics again.

to be honest, lando was sure that almost everyone at the bar was a bad singer if he heard them individually. he knew his girlfriend definitely was. but hearing them sing collectively, it sounded so harmonious, he had half a mind to record it and send it to martin for inspiration.

but, lando was not a quiter. so, lando huffed, determined now more than ever. he was a formula 1 driver. he had lightning-fast reactions, could handle a car at 300 km/h. surely, surely, he could handle some synchronized dancing.

…he could not.

he most definitely could not.

“left, lando! no—your other left!”

“i am going left—wait, no, never mind!”

his attempts were tragic but earnest. the crowd around him was equal parts entertained and encouraging. a group of aunties on the side cheered him on, while a group of guys dramatically mimed his worst mistakes, cackling. but he was committed now. he refused to be defeated by bollywood.

just as he managed to vaguely get a move right, the song switched.

“oh, you’re not ready for this one,” you grinned mischievously.

the opening beats of ghungroo started, and suddenly, the energy in the room tripled. the crowd seamlessly adapted to the new choreography, the transitions smooth as butter. lando really only had one question. how??? lando barely had time to breathe before he was swept into another whirlwind of movement.

and then—you taught him the hook step, gesturing for him to “break” the ankle bells like hrithik roshan had done in the official choreography.

lando blinked. “i have to—what?”

“just trust the process!” you laughed, and continued with the steps.

with the focus of a man attempting a daring overtake, he did it. he did the hook step. and for a moment—just a moment—it felt like the entire room cheered just for him.

by the end of the night, lando was sweaty, exhausted, and hooked. all he wanted was to go back inside and dance all night. he wanted to learn every choreography possible. he briefly wondered if jon would allow him to train by dancing instead of his usual weights and stuff.

as you both stumbled out of the bar, he turned to you, breathing hard. “that… was insane. i loved it.”

“told you it would change your life,” you laughed, handing him a bottle of water.

he took a sip, still dazed. then, suddenly, his face broke into a grin. because really, there was no stopping him now.

“so… same time next weekend?”

you laughed. “you’ll have to learn naatu naatu next time.”

lando groaned. he knew the song. he had watched the music video way too many times. it usually played on youtube on their tv when the two were cleaning. he knew just how many times he stopped and stared, transfixed at the speed that they danced. “oh god. i might need a pit stop halfway through that one.”

later, videos of lando attempting to dance to bollywood went viral. and all that people said was, "how to find a white boy in a brown bar."

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this has been on my list for soooo long, and im sooo happy i finally got to write it. anyways, i hope you like this! im sorry it took me so long to write this one! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

taglist: @imlonelydontsendhelp ; @greantii ; @anamiad00msday ; @maketheshadowsfearyou ; @nocturnalherb16 ; @justaf1girl ; @peterholland04 ; @phobiccneel ; @winkev1 ; @alexxavicry

[psychics4unet]

Cloud Divination: Mystical Meanings Behind These 100 Cloud Shapes! ☁️✨

Ever wondered what those cool cloud shapes could be revealing about your own future in a psychic reading? Here are 100 different cloud formations and their hidden messages!

Read the full tutorial here: https://psychics4u.net/cloud-divination/

(It also called Nepholomancy and Aeromancy).

Heart ❤️: Love and emotional connection.

Cross ✝️: Spiritual guidance or a significant life choice.

Circle 🔵: Completion, wholeness, or unity.

Triangle 🔺: Change or transformation.

Square ⬛: Stability and security.

Star ⭐: Inspiration and guidance.

Arrow ➡️: Direction and progress.

Wave 🌊: Change and movement.

Spiral 🌀: Growth and personal development.

Butterfly 🦋: Transformation and beauty.

Dragon 🐉: Power and strength.

Anchor ⚓: Stability and grounding.

Tree 🌳: Growth and connection to nature.

Sun ☀️: Joy and positivity.

Moon 🌕: Intuition and reflection.

Lightning Bolt ⚡: Sudden change or insight.

Bird 🕊️: Freedom and perspective.

Fish 🐟: Abundance and emotional depth.

Flower 🌸: New beginnings and beauty.

Key 🗝️: Solutions and unlocking potential.

Castle 🏰: Security and aspirations.

Ship 🚢: Journey and adventure.

Crown 👑: Achievement and leadership.

Crescent Moon 🌙: New beginnings and potential.

Sword ⚔️: Conflict and resolution.

Shield 🛡️: Protection and defense.

Chalice 🍷: Emotional fulfillment and nourishment.

Door 🚪: Opportunities and new experiences.

Pathway 🛤️: Life journey and decisions.

Mountain 🏔️: Challenges and accomplishments.

Wave 🌊: Emotional highs and lows.

Lock 🔒: Secrets or obstacles.

Map 🗺️: Guidance and direction.

Eye 👁️: Awareness and perception.

Ladder 🪜: Progress and advancement.

Hourglass ⏳: Time and patience.

Wings 🕊️: Freedom and transcendence.

Tornado 🌪️: Disruption and change.

Raindrop 💧: Emotional release or cleansing.

Vase 🏺: Creativity and receptivity.

Moon Crescent 🌙: Foresight and change.

Sunburst 🌟: New energy and enthusiasm.

Helmet ⛑️: Protection and readiness.

Ring 💍: Unity and commitment.

Bell 🔔: Alertness and awakening.

Rainbow 🌈: Hope and promise.

Starfish ⭐️: Healing and regeneration.

Leaf 🍃: Renewal and growth.

Pyramid 🔺: Strength and stability.

Hammer 🔨: Building and creating.

Cloudburst 🌧️: Emotional release or a sudden insight.

Bridge 🌉: Connection and transition.

Diamond 💎: Clarity and strength.

Feather 🪶: Lightness and spiritual connection.

Waves 🌊: Emotional cycles and flow.

Horizon 🌅: New opportunities and perspectives.

Footprint 👣: Personal journey and progress.

Puzzle Piece 🧩: Solutions and completeness.

Silhouette 🕵️: Hidden aspects or potential.

Jigsaw 🧩: Complexity and problem-solving.

Rocket 🚀: Ambition and exploration.

Candle 🕯️: Illumination and hope.

Jewel 💍: Value and uniqueness.

Puzzle Piece 🧩: Finding missing elements in life.

Zodiac Signs ♈️♉️♊️: Astrological influences and guidance.

Paw Print 🐾: Companionship and loyalty.

Guitar 🎸: Creativity and expression.

Yin-Yang ☯️: Balance and harmony.

Magnifying Glass 🔍: Focus and clarity.

Compass 🧭: Direction and guidance.

Iceberg 🧊: Hidden aspects or challenges.

Giraffe 🦒: Perspective and vision.

Moon Phases 🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘: Cycles and transitions.

Scales ⚖️: Balance and fairness.

Telescope 🔭: Exploration and foresight.

Sunglasses 🕶️: Perception and clarity.

Infinity Symbol ∞: Endless possibilities and continuity.

Anchor ⚓: Security and grounding.

Caterpillar 🐛: Transformation and growth.

Mosaic 🧩: Diversity and complexity.

Trampoline 🏆: Ups and downs or bouncing back.

Archway 🌉: Transition and passage.

Windmill 🌬️: Energy and movement.

Maze 🧩: Challenges and problem-solving.

Train 🚂: Progress and movement.

Dove 🕊️: Peace and harmony.

Trophy 🏆: Achievement and recognition.

Scissors ✂️: Cutting ties or new beginnings.

Books 📚: Knowledge and learning.

Helix 🧬: Evolution and development.

Grapes 🍇: Abundance and prosperity.

Canoe 🛶: Journey and self-discovery.

Zeppelin 🛩️: High aspirations and visionary goals.

Chimney 🏠: Release and cleansing.

Footprints 👣: Guidance and direction.

Mirrors 🪞: Reflection and self-awareness.

Lantern 🏮: Guidance and illumination.

Dreamcatcher 🪶: Protection and dreams.

Hourglass ⏳: Patience and time management.

Wind 🌬️: Change and movement.

[hon3yra1nbowz]

Ike Pennyroyal Ref

(TW for ORGAN THEFT and i think BODY MODIFICATION? It will be colored red.)

Name: Ike Pennyroyal

Gender: Male (He/him)

Age: 22

Nationality: German

Sexuality: Homoromantic Asexual

Headcanon Voice: TBA

Affiliation(s): Toppats

Likes: Coconut (his pet vulture), birds (especially large birds), Galen, stuffed animals, mint chocolate, ice cream, caring for others

Dislikes: Bright lights, mangoes, losing his sunglasses

Etymology: The name "Ike" means "laughter and joy", and Pennyroyal is the name of a plant in the mint family that has been used to make medicine throughout history.

Bio: "He is considered to be one of the best and one of the worst doctors in the Toppat Clan simultaneously. Most of the bad reviews come from the people he gave giraffe hearts to."

Appearance: Ike is a stick figure with long, flat hair with bangs covering his right eye. Since he is albino, his hair is white and his eyes are silvery. His shoes are different colors, his left shoe is dark brown and his right shoe is mint green. He wears a white top hat with a red cross on the front and a pair of dark brown, round sunglasses on his forehead.

Personality: Ike Pennyroyal is… something.

He cares a great deal about the clan and is always enthusiastic to nurse his fellow clan members back to health, however, he's not the best at showing it, and his blunt comments and morbid impulses that usually involve stealing bad organs and replacing them with healthy, albeit usually not human ones, do not help.

He is often found with his best friend, Galen, a fellow Toppat doctor who often has to act as his impulse control, lest somebody be given alligator kidneys like Mr. Macbeth was that one time, and his pet vulture, Coconut, which he feeds the stolen organs to, after all, they're diseased and dead, so what good are they?

Extra: *Due to their lack of melanin, Ike's eyes are more sensitive to light, which is why he always keeps sunglasses on hand in case something is too bright for him.

[redwoodrecords]

013. a zoo, filled with an array of unique animals with ali, pretty please c:

a zoo! this one was fun to write as i never really write about zoos or animals a lot. i had to do a little research but i hope you enjoy this!

"a zoo?" ali had raised an eyebrow at your suggestion. "the first day of our summer break and you want to go to a zoo?"

"zoos are fun! think about all the animals! even you couldn't hate zoos."

"it's not a matter of hating them, it's more so that i would rather spend my free time doing," ali turns the wheel of the rental car as you turn into the zoo. "well, anything else then smelling animal faeces."

you roll your eyes as ali parks the car smoothly. they get out and put on a pair of sunglasses.

"at least you dressed appropriately for once." you tease, grabbing your picnic bag and slinging it over a shoulder. ali had dressed down in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a pair of trainers. all designer probably but you hadn't the care to research it. mostly because that would be very weird.

ali's mouth drops at the comment.

"i always dress appropriately i'll have you know."

"formal wear to a eight am morning class isn't appropriate."

"it's business casual." ali hisses as they lean in to pay for the the tickets to be let in. "obviously business casual is the correct outfit for any place of knowledge."

"sure." you grin sweetly as ali rolls their eyes. the two of you make your way into the zoo, looking through all of the attractions on the map. ali's shoulder brushes yours as they lean in and you can smell their fragrance as they do. you grin as you decide on your next destination.

"i know exactly where we're going next." "it better not be somewhere filthy mc. these sneakers are my only pair."

"i promise it won't be. it shouldn't be too filthy and if it is, then i'll buy you a milkshake to make up for it or a smoothie if you're still on that health kick."

"a milkshake would be better." ali's gaze briefly averts, and you catch a hint of a blush on their cheeks. You know you've struck a chord.

"thought so." you tease.

after a few minutes of walking, in which ali had suddenly managed to show you the small copy of the picture of dorian gray that they had managed to stuff in the pocket of their shorts, you arrived at the giraffe enclosure. you both stand up on a raised platform so that you can look out at the animals grazing on their food and wandering around.

"do you ever wonder what it's like to be a giraffe?" you ask, leaning on the platform.

"no. i don't think a lot of people do." "i do."

"explains a lot."

ali grins at you, as you roll your eyes. the two of you turn to watch the giraffes for a moment longer, pulling out your phone and taking a picture. not just of the giraffes in the sunlight, but also of ali staring out into the view. a warm breeze brushes against your skin, and you find yourself stealing glances at them. your heart skips a beat as you catch ali stealing quick glimpses at you too, their eyes lingering just a tad longer than necessary.

"come on." you say, after a moment. "let's get you that milkshake." "but my shoes aren't dirty."

"...yet."

"oh come on!"

[kadoo-travels-and-tours]

TOP 10 TRAVEL HACKS AND TRICKS FOR 2025 IN RWANDA

Rwanda, a prosperous country at the heart of Africa, is rapidly upscaling to become Africa’s go-to destination in nearly all touristic and business aspects! Sounds new? True, over the past decade, Rwanda’s unique strategies and commitment to sustainability, development boosted its international reputation and made it one of 10 Africa’s most visited countries.  That being said, over 50% of travelers face unnecessary stress because they aren’t prepared for the challenges of international trips? 

Whether you’re traveling simply for vacation, business, or both (bleisure), prior preparation can help you maximize your vacation’s vibe, let alone cutting on unnecessary expenses. Are you ready to learn tips that can help you enjoy your trip even deeper? Okay, let’s gooo!

1. Leverage AI-Powered Travel Apps and Websites

Ever planned a vacation trip only to feel stressed at every step of your way? If yes, you’re not alone. Many tourists feel the same way, even more so when visiting an unfamiliar destination. That’s where technology lends you a hand to create pure magic! 21st century technology is unbelievable.  Imagine landing in Kigali, with an app/site that tells you the best places to eat, stay, and explore based on your preferences. Travel sites such as tripadvisor.com and booking.com can help you locate the best places to visit in the city. Use them to find great hotels, restaurants, coffee shops that best suit your budget.

2. Pack Light but Smart

When travelling, all we want is to have fun and every moment on our trip. Why then, would you pack your backpack as if you’re going on a year-long vacation? Overpacking can deprive you of the joy of the trip, especially in Rwanda, where light, light clothing works best. What should you pack, then? Simple: few, light and eco-friendly items. Pack only items that add value to your travel experience. That includes a sturdy pair of shoes, a light rain coat (if it’s in the rainy season), a pair of sunglasses, binoculars, a camera or a phone with a good camera, and water bottles. 

3. Optimize Your Budget by wisely choosing your travel season.

Many tourists say they like a cost-effective trip that is less crowded. Is that you? If yes, take heart. In Rwanda, travel seasons like March to May or October to December are ideal for great travel experiences. During these months, hotels and activities are often more affordable, and you’ll have ease booking popular attractions like Nyungwe Forest National Park and Akagera National Park. Try this: close your eyes, and picture yourself in a cool safari carefully watching a giraffe strolling so close to you, in only 10-meter distance. You don’t want to miss that, right? 

4. Stay Connected with Local SIM Cards

Traveling to a new country can feel isolating if you’re not connected. In Rwanda, there are only 2 telecommunication agencies: MTN Rwanda and Airtel. Upon arrival at Kigali International Airport, you can buy a local SIM card from an MTN or Airtel agent. Once you’ve installed it, boom! communicating with your loved ones and sharing your adventure updates becomes easier in an instant. Trust me, you’ll post that stunning selfie shot near lake Kivu as soon as you take it!

5. Use Digital Wallets and Currency Exchange Tools

Handling foreign currency can be tricky and stressful especially when you don’t have an easy way to do so. Digital tools, however, are making our lives easier every single day. Just like your personal wallet, they make your transaction management easier and simpler. Having realized all this, Rwanda has already embraced cashless transactions in all aspects of life. Did you know that services like MTN Mobile Money, airtel money, e-kashi and some multinational money apps like SPENN allow you to pay anything, literally anything, without worrying about exchange rates. You can pay for your meals, taxi transport etc. using these apps. Pro tip: Always carry a little cash for small, remote vendors who may not have digital options.

6. Explore Nature Like a Pro

Have you ever dreamed of trekking through dense forests to see mountain gorillas? Rwanda offers this unique experience in Volcanoes National Park. To make the most of your adventure, book permits early and consider guided tours. Simply go to visitrwanda.com and book your permit as early as you can. Need some guidance doing so, Kadoo Travels team is always ready to help. Trust them with all your booking procedures and trips, they will show they’re simply unmatched.  Guides don’t just lead the way—they share fascinating stories about wildlife and conservation efforts, making the journey even more enriching.

7. Take Advantage of Airport Lounge Passes

Layovers can be exhausting, but airport lounges turn them into mini-vacations. Kigali International Airport has lounges offering comfortable seating, Wi-Fi, and refreshments. There is nothing as sweet as happily sipping your coffee in a quiet lounge instead of navigating crowded terminals. Remember that lounge access isn’t just a luxury—it’s a stress-relief way to help you arrive at your destination refreshed.

8. Learn the Basics of Kinyarwanda

While many Rwandans speak English and some French, learning a few Kinyarwanda phrases is a great way to stand out and can help you in many ways. How? You don’t need to struggle every time you have to ask a passer-by for directions. Ever noticed that smile on people’s faces when you give them a simple “hello!” in their language? I bet no one doesn’t like that! It’s a simple sign that you are polite, and interested in them, and it often leads to great conversations beyond measure.

9. Travel Sustainably

Rwanda is a global leader in sustainability, and you can contribute to that awesome cause by making eco-friendly choices. In 2008, Rwanda took the lead and banned the use of plastic polyethylene bags. Since then, this anti-plastic has been expanded to a big extent. Curious to know how you would support it? You don’t need to be an expert in environmental chemistry or whatever…. no. You only need to carry your reusable water bottle and avoid single-use plastics, and opt for tour companies that prioritize conservation. In this light, Kadoo Travels and Tours is your best tour operator you can trust to abide with nature protection policies. By traveling sustainably, you’ll help preserve Rwanda’s natural beauty for future generations while enjoying its amazing beauty with pride. 

10. Capture every moment Like a Pro

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, and that is a time-proven truth. Photos can tell a story that we wouldn’t tell otherwise. To capture great photos, why not bring your camera or learn to use your smartphone’s advanced features? Sharing your shots on social media handles might  inspire your friends to take the right step, too! Who knows? Your travel story might spark someone else’s interest in visiting Rwanda!

Traveling in 2025 doesn’t have to be stressful or uncomfortable. With these ten hacks, you’ll be ready to experience Rwanda like a pro! From packing light to learning Kinyarwanda basic phrases, each tip is here to bring more fun, memories and alleviate stress from your trip. 

So, what are you waiting for? Start planning your 2025 adventure to Rwanda today. Book that ticket, pack your bags, and experience the beauty and culture of this incredible country. The Land of a Thousand Hills is calling, and when is the time to answer its call? Now!

[liberalsarecool]

Written by a mother of an Uvalde victim:

"The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work? Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last. Was it the teacher? Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them? Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card. Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat 

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows."

[supernaturalkickparty]

Jim posted this a while ago. It's from Amerie's mother. Her funeral was on Monday if I'm not mistaken.

Written by Amerie Jo Garza's (Uvalde victim) mom:

"The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work? Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last. Was it the teacher? Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them? Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card. Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows."

[thespineoftherighteous]

the girls 100% have that kind of relationship where they have thousands of videos of them doing just completely random or stupid shit together

like Allison and Renee are in front of the mirror in the locker room after practice and Renee starts recording a video and Allison is puckering her lips at herself in the mirror in the back and when she finally notices the video she like kicks up her leg and slams it on the counter to do a really dramatic pose.

or they're grocery shopping and Allison is a drama queen tired so she climbs into the cart and Dan (who's pushing the cart) takes a video of Renee just casually plopping their stuff on top of Allison and right before the video cuts you can hear Dan mutter something about how they're running out of space cause of Allison's "giraffe ass legs" right before Allison flips her off

or it's just a regular night in the dorm and they're in their living room and the video is just them hyperventilating cause they're laughing so hard and you can't understand a damn thing or get why they're laughing and Dan's hand is shaking so bad and Renee is bent over and Allison is rolling on the ground. and then their door opens and Matt is standing there like "guys...?" and Dan zooms in on the concerned look on his face and in the back you can hear Allison scream with laughter

or like. you know that video of three girls and one of them is like "i just met my husband earlier" and the other is like crashing into the wall and going "i just had the best french fries of my life"? yeah that's their vibe

one is a compilation Renee compiled of clips of Allison strutting into the lounge before practice and it's slightly comical because she always has sunglasses on, a drink in her right hand and her keys in her left hand and she does a *pushes up her sunglasses* gesture the same exact way every time and if it wasn't for her different outfits it'd seem like the same clip over and over. also, it's basically one long fit check

one is just a minute and a half long video of Renee slowly picking the onions out of her rice with a fork and setting them aside with occasional shots to Allison who looks so very upset and disappointed with the complete lack of taste. video ends with Renee dumping them all into Allison's plate who just shakes her head

one is a two part video from one of their sleepovers with Katelyn and they're playing charades and the first part is team 1, Renee and Dan, who are absolutely smashing it and their teamwork is just seamless, it's like they're one working entity, 25 points in one minute easy. the next part is of Allison and Katelyn's team which is just...a hot, excitable mess. there's screaming, there's "what the hell is THAT??", there's swearing, there's head scratching, there's "murph..MURPH" "murph?!! what the hell kind of animal goes murph?!!!!" "MMMUUUURRRPPHHHH!!!!" (*timer goes off*)

one video is them at the table eating dinner and Dan and Allison are bitching about the guys and they somehow exude the vibes of both older sisters and grandmothers. every so often they'll hit on a point and Renee (who's recording) will turn the camera around at an awful angle and just nod in agreement

one is just Dan playing my heart will go on (badly) on a kazoo while Allison and Renee do the jack and rose pose

one video starts with Renee (from behind the camera) giving Dan (who's grinning mischievously) a thumbs up. Dan then presses play on the tv remote and there's the first three seconds of "sk8er boi" and then you hear a crash and Allison skids into the room and the rest of the video is her and Dan giving a very entertaining performance of the song

there are loads and loads that are just them picking up a phone and going "[dan/renee/allison] look!" and said person glances up and rolls their eyes or smiles exaggeratedly or flips off the camera or pushes it away.

also, very many of them doing that to the other foxes with no explanation. like the foxes are all waiting in a room together and Allison and Dan are sat on the couch fiddling with a phone and at one point they're like "NEIL. come here babe" and Neil, used to their tricks, approaches very warily and they go "smile" and he just sighs and bends down with a very pained look

one night they're just hanging out and Dan and Allison are drinking and somehow Dan starts with impressions and she struts around (wobbling) going "iiiiim Allison Reynolds. i drive a sUpEr CuTe pink convertible and I'm going to catch pneumonia one day because i wear shorts in the middle of winter for fAsHiOn" *Allison clobbers to her feet* "well I'm Danielle Wilds. all of my best outfits come out of my boyfriend's closet. and I secretly love Allison's super. cute. pink convertible and wish I had one of my own but, alas, i failed my driver's test three times." *offended Dan Wilds gasping noises*

[klbmsw]

Heartbreaking! Written by one of the Uvalde victims moms:

"The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work? Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last. Was it the teacher? Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them? Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card. Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows."

[kookicrumbs]

╰ pink love

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader genre: fluff word count: 2985 warnings; like one super minor curse word (hell)! just some cutesy stuff for ya today! summary: jungwon and y/n go on a build-a-bear date! a/n: i really wanted to do something sweet beacuse i love fluff a whole lot, so please enjoy c:

“Are we there yet?” I pout, tugging on Jungwon’s sweater. I attempt to sway him with my best puppy eyes, but he continues walking, pulling me along with him.

“This honestly reminds me of a movie,” He laughs out, “Since when did asking a million times get us there faster?”

I’m not actually that annoyed, but it’s fun to tease him. “What if this is all a movie? Ya think we can break the fourth wall?”

“I don’t know, I’d consider us powerful enough to. If this is a movie, I’m obviously the main character. Since you’re my girlfriend, you can be my sidekick!”

“Ohh, ha, ha, ha. If I’m the sidekick, pigs can fly.”

He puts on a shocked expression, pointing up into the air. “Did I just hear an oink all the way up there?”

“Shut up!” We giggle, shoving each other with our shoulders. Our footsteps match each other as we pad through the open-air mall. Warm sunlight drifts down, encasing us in a soft bubble of relaxation.

“Hey look, I think that’s it!” Jungwon tightens his grip on my hand and we take off towards the familiar shop. As we run, the eyes of other passerbys follow us, but I don’t take the time to feel embarrassed; life’s too short for that.

My legs are shorter than his, so I nearly trip several times. The universe is totally watching out for me today though, because we manage to arrive at the store’s entrance without suffering from a single scratch or bruise.

The Build-A-Bear logo passes overhead as we make our way inside. We are still glued together, buzzing from the excitement of our date. We’re going to make bears for each other! With any other guy I might have found it cheesy, but when Jungwon suggested we do it, my heart fluttered in a strange way.

“Hello! Welcome to Build-A-Bear Workshop! My name is Kiana,” A sunny looking lady welcomes us with a large smile on her face. The cute bobble headband perched on her hair seems to wave at us as well. “Will you two be needing any help today?”

Jungwon throws one arm over my shoulder and presses me tight to his side. His dimples peek out playfully as he responds. “I think we’re okay right now, we’re gonna make some bears for each other. This is my girlfriend!” He looks so proud as our eyes meet, and my stomach twists. Even though we’ve been dating for one and a half years now, whenever he looks at me like that, it feels like the day I first met him.

We’d been at the movie theatre, not together, but coincidentally there on the same day. Jungwon was sitting in the seat in front of me with a couple of his friends, while I was there with my own. His buddies were being idiots and throwing popcorn and other snacks at each other, when a whole bucket came flying at me. Being my easily scared self, I screamed and jumped backwards, simultaneously kicking my legs out and up. It took a few seconds to realize that my feet hadn’t collided with Jungwon’s seat, but instead his head.

I’d been absolutely mortified, and my friends’ muffled laughter didn’t help with that. I’d expected a huge tantrum from him, considering his friends seemed the type to start a huge fight over it, but his reaction was the complete opposite. In fact, he was apologetic and blamed it all on the buffoon who launched the snack at me.

I immediately caught feelings when he laughed and complimented my kick; apparently he knew taekwondo, and he thought I’d be good at it. He got that from a poorly done, unaimed kick to his own skull. To this day, I think I knocked something out of place there, but what can ya do.

Regardless, we ended up exchanging numbers, which is something that confused the hell out my friends and I. A month later, we started going out. I’ve dated some questionable people, so getting the chance to be with someone like Jungwon is a dream come true for me. Another plus, I finally get to check “Build A Bear date” off of my date idea list!

“You guys look adorable together!” Kiana gushed. My cheeks heat up, but not in an awkward way. “We have all our plushes over there. You can take a look and pick one, and then we’ll get that all filled up for you.”

“Thank you!” Jungwon and I say at the same time before strutting towards the plushies.

“We should split up so our bears, or whatever we pick for each other, stays a surprise! Okay?” I’m already looking at each option, and I begin to wonder how I’m ever going to pick just one.

“Since it looks like the queen has already laid claim to this particular piece of territory, I’ll go browse the accessories so I can get your plush decked out in a gorgeous outfit.” He winks and makes his way to the rows of plushie-sized clothing.

The variety of options is amazing. There’s the classic bears, but there’s also other cute things, like lobsters, giraffes, and seals. I’m a sucker for the classics, so I want to pick out a bear for Jungwon.

Two specific bears are in a fight for my love. One is a simple vanilla color with rainbow sprinkle accents, and the other is a pink bear with heart shaped ruffles. Oh god, do I just… buy both? No, that’s be stupid. Eeny meeny miney moe, a classic just like the bear.

I’m not disappointed when my finger lands on the pink bear, meaning I made the right choice and won’t have to switch to the vanilla bear out of a previously hidden lust for it. Awesome.

I peek my head around the aisle and still see Jungwon sorting through racks of outfits. In the time I’d spent picking a plush for him, he grabbed a basket and began filling it with stuff I couldn’t make out. Comfortable with the fact that he isn’t looking, I sneak over to the filling station, the pink bear clutched tightly in my hands.

“Hi! I’d love to get this guy filled, please!” The man working at this station has a name tag that reads, “Jordan”, and he looks equally nice as Kiana.

“Good choice,” He leads me to a filling spot. “Are they for you or for someone else?”

My chuckle causes the worker to smile. I reply while he gathers a few items. “My boyfriend and I came here for a cute date, so it’s for him! This one is super cute so I had to get it for him.”

“Aww, I’ll have to write that down. I'm sure my partner would find it a great idea too!” Jordan sweeps his arm across in a grand gesture, showcasing the variety of hearts and other button-looking objects that sit before him.

“Would you be interested in adding a sound to your bear? You can pick from any of these or you can record your own.”

I pick quickly, sure of what I want to do. “Mm, I’d like to do a recording, if possible. Make it extra special, right?”

“Of course, let me grab that for you and you can record your message!” He gets the heart and let’s me know what to do. Once again making sure Jungwon is not nearby, I record my message and hand it back to Jordan. He puts it in the bear, a small smile playing on his lips. Did he hear me?

“Alright, perfect. Any scents or are you ready to stuff?”

I choose a sweet raspberry scent and get the bear stuffed. It’s fun to push the pedal and see the stuffed animal become plumper, until I finally fill them all the way up. Hugging it feels like hugging a cloud.

I thank Jordan and hide the bear behind my back as I go to the dressing area. Jungwon seems to have moved on, as I spot him at the plushie picking station. I wonder what he’ll get me. Knowing him, it’s going to be adorable.

His eyes meet mine and I suppress a squeal, making sure the bear is out of sight. My strange salute makes him smile and he turns back to picking a plush for me, but not before making sure I won’t look while he gets one.

“So, what would you wear…” I whisper to the pink bear. He seems fashionable and needs something that fits his personality.

Each outfit makes me want to curl up and scream. They’re all so cute and tiny, and I can’t help but want to grab a whole bunch. I create outfits in my head, imagining each on the plushie. Letting the bear try them on seems like a step too far. Instead, I pick up a white button down shirt, pressed pants, little shoes, and a pair of heart shaped sunglasses from my pile and get to dressing.

Putting everything on the pink bear proves to be a struggle. “Come on… tuck in your tummy!” The bear’s legs don’t want to squeeze into the pants I picked. Looks like Build-A-Bear needs more size options. After a somewhat graphic commotion involving lots of pulling, pushing, and whispered yelling, he is finally clothed.

“Jungwon better like what I picked because I don’t think that’s ever coming off.” I brush off my shirt and hope that no one was watching my heated argument with an inanimate object.

I swiftly finish up the washing part of the process, which consisted of pressured air being blown at my plush. I enjoyed seeing the bear’s fur waving around luxuriously. It really fit his vibe. I end up having to consult an employee about what to do next since my amnesiac brain likes to forget simple things: it’s naming time.

After I scan the pink bear’s tag, a naming screen is brought up. I’m given suggestions like Mr. Cuddles, Tiny, and Snuggles, but I choose to make his own name. What do I name you?

Maybe Love? Too plain. Bear? Way too basic. Pink? Pinky? I clearly don’t get around to naming things very often. If it hadn’t been for my siblings, I would have named our dog Cat.

I rack my brain for anything. At this point, the next thing that pops into my head is gonna be his name. No turning back. And my brain provides. Sir Loves-a-lot is inexplicably forged in the depths of my mind, and it shall be the name of this honorable bear.

I imagine a knighting ceremony for Sir Loves-a-lot and enter his name into the computer. It goes through and I get a printed certificate with his name on it. I’m extremely excited to give him to Jungwon and see his reaction.

Jungwon seems to be finishing up at the washing station, so I pay and wait near the entrance of Build-A-Bear. I swing around my finished bear, which is tucked neatly into a bag so Jungwon can’t see it yet. Our date is soon to reach its peak: when we get to see our finished products.

“Hey! Look what I have!” Jungwon skips over to me in a playful manner. His joy envelops me as he gets nearer. His eyes are alight with what looks to be the same thing I’m currently feeling. Is it love?

I show off my bag, my competitive side instantly coming out. “I’ve got yours right here too! If you want to see it… you’ll have to catch me!”

Adrenaline shoots through me as I take off running, Jungwon quickly shifting into a quick runner. My laughs impair my speed as I hiccup and yell, Jungwon’s voice matching my own. We both giggle like idiots while our shoes run thin on the hard ground and our bags crinkle with the whip of the wind.

“Got you!” Jungwon takes care not to throw me onto the ground, instead grabbing my shirt and pulling me to his chest. He lets out an umph as I knock into him full force, still reeling from the sudden shift in direction.

“Jungwon!” A shriek of laughter explodes out of me as we tumble to the concrete with a soft thump. No one is around as we breath off our fit of giggles, still in a heap.

“Looks like my bear made it.” He lifts up his unscatched bag. “Can I say the same of yours?”

A strike of fear hits me, but quickly dissolves when I see my bag looks fine. “I am pleased to report that Combat Bear Number 2 has survived.”

“Combat Bear Number 2? Don’t tell me that’s his name. What a mouthful!” He puts a hand to his chest and sighs dramatically.

“Don’t be stupid, I named him Sir— wait! Don’t try and cheat!” I softly whack him on the shoulder, earning a look of faux-sadness.

“Ouch. But you named him Sir… something. What a noble name! Of course, nothing but the best can come from you.” He holds out the Build-A-Bear bag. “But I’m actually dying to exchange these, so swap?”

“If that isn’t the most relatable thing ever.” I hand him my bag and he gives me his. “You can open mine first!”

“Ooh, don’t mind if I do.” He eagerly opens the bag and pulls out the tissue-paper wrapped bear. The material easily comes off and he holds it up. His eyes seem to glow with delight.

“Oh my gosh.” Jungwon swipes at Sir Loves-a-lot’s fur, fascinated by the heart-shaped ruffles. “He’s so cute! His clothes are... so tight,” His face betrays his confusion, and I snicker as he speaks, “but he looks hella fashionable! I really hope mine will live up to these standards.” He seems to get nervous so I hold his hands to try and calm him down.

“What do you think I named him?”

His mouth shapes into an “O” and he pulls out the certificate. His previously timid face transforms immediately as he reads it.

“Sir Loves-a-lot? Why?! So cheesy but so good!” He crumples onto himself, his head coming to a rest between his knees. I’m overjoyed by his reaction and I press forward to hug his side.

“I love him so much. I’ll cherish him forever.” He looks at me pointedly, almost like he’s trying to tell me something. He switches course though, gesturing to the bag that lies at my feet. “Now open yours!”

I cross my legs to get more comfortable, and I open the bag, wondering what he made for me. My heart dances when I see what he chose. It’s a blue bear with stars in her fur and white wings protruding from her back. I didn’t even see it when I was picking my bear for him.

“Woah…” I hold her up, noticing a soft scent coming from her fur. When I lift the bear up to my nose, I can detect citrus. “Jungwon, you made her smell like lemons! I love lemon… and—and look how pretty! All the stars, and the color… she’s perfect.”

I look at the certificate, all bright and new, and see her name: Mrs. Lovey. Mrs., not Ms.

Jungwon looks at me innocently. “What do you think, am I making my point clear? The future is never far away and I—”

I can’t help but turn away as I feel a prickle in my eyes. Never will I ever cry on a date.

“Awww! Don’t cry, you’ll make me cry!” Jungwon leaps towards me, catching me off-guard. I end up falling backwards with a yelp, but he throws his hand under my head and catches me before I can slam into the concrete.

We stare at each other for what seems like hours but is in actuality only seconds. The silence is loud, but Jungwon slices right through it when he whispers to me, “Is this a kdrama?”

“And… off!” I sit up, hugging my bear closer to me. I’m overwhelmed by Jungwon’s confession. He wants us to really stay together. As in, I’d be his “one”.

“Is—is that what you want too? It’s okay if not, I’ll understand if you wouldn’t be ready, even in the months it would take to get there, unless sooner is better, and I—” He rambles, more emotional than I am, before I put a finger to his lips.

“Yeah, it’s what I want too. I think we should go with your plan, um, wait a little longer since we’re so young and I don’t want to scare my parents.” That earns a laugh out of us both. “But the answer to “would I want it?” is definitely yes!”

Jungwon hugs me tightly, squealing in my ear. I squeal right back, suddenly lighter than ever.

“Dude, I want to say something. Yep, here I go. I— I love you!” Jungwon yells out to me, loud enough to wake up everyone half-way across the world. My heart expands when he says it. I want to scream it back and kiss him under the blue sky, but he continues speaking.

“Okay, look, even though I would have totally respected you for saying you wouldn’t want what I want, I’m feeling so relieved right now. Like whooh! I could jump off a plane! Ride the biggest wave! Sir Loves-a-lot here would come with me, wouldn’t you?” He high fives his bear.

I’m confused when his eyebrow raises. “Did you put a sound in him? Why didn’t you tell me?” Truthfully, I’d forgotten too. However, I smirk as I remember what I recorded.

“Press it.” I urge him to push on the bear’s paw, and he does, putting it near his ear so he can hear it better. The clear sound of my voice comes through, bringing waves of pink, soft love to both Jungwon and I.

“I really, really love you.”

[piggledy-higgledy]

Written by one of the Uvalde victims moms:

"The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work? Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last. Was it the teacher? Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them? Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card. Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat 

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows."

[wjbsart]

A complete, very long list of all GBoard-combinable emojis because I can't find one anywhere.

Ok so for those who haven't seen my stuff (or have only seen my Bionicle posts), I sometimes emoji mashup redraws, with the recent fourth one using GBoard-based fusions. Frustratingly, there's no actual list of fusion-compatible emojis, so I'll attempt to compile them, in a list below the "Read More" thing:

Green/▢ = compatible with fusion Blue/△ = only works with certain emojis Red/◯ = not compatible with fusion

Also, since other people's terms for specific emojis might not match up with mine, I recommend using CTRL+F and then doing this to find the specific emoji you're looking for. This list is in the order presented in GBoard's Emoji menu. Some of them will be generic unicode symbols, I don't know how to change that, sorry for the inconvenience. Also, I won't aknowledge multi-category Emoji.

Smileys and Emoticons

😀Open-mouthed smile▢

😃Wide-eyed smile▢

😄Closed-eyed smile▢

😁Closed-eyed grin▢

😆Laughing▢

😅Sweating smile▢

😂Cry-laughing▢

🤣Cry-ROFLing▢

😭Crying▢

😗Kissing▢

😙Kissing, closed eyes▢

😚Kissing, blushing▢

😘Kissing, winking w/ heart▢

🥰Surrounded by hearts▢

😍Heart-eyes▢

🤩Star-eyes▢

🥳Noisemaker and party-hat▢

🤗Hugging▢

🙃Upside-down▢

🙂Smile▢

☺Blushing, smiling▢

😊Blushing▢

😏Looking off to the side▢

😌Relieved▢

😉Winking▢

🤭Hand over mouth▢

😶Nightmare fuel Mouthless▢

😐Neutral▢

😑-_-▢

😔Pensive▢

😋Licking lips▢

😛Tongue out▢

😝Tongue out, eyes closed▢

😜Tongue out, winking▢

🤪Tongue out, wide-eyed▢

🤔Hmmm▢

🤨Suspicious▢

🧐Monocle▢

🙄Rolling eyes▢

😒Unamused▢

😤Snorting▢

😠Angry▢

😡Angry, red▢

🤬Swearing▢

☹Frown▢

🙁Frown but less▢

😕Confused▢

😟Distraught▢

🥺Pleading▢

😳AWOOGA Flushed▢

😬Yikes▢

🤐Zip▢

🤫Shushing▢

😰Distraught, sweating▢

😧Distraught, shocked▢

😦Distraught, neutral▢

😮Open mouth▢

😯Open mouth, surprised▢

😲Shocked▢

😱Horrified▢

🤯Your head asplode Mind blown▢

😢Crying, single tear▢

😥Crying, less sad▢

😓Sweating▢

😞Dissapointed▢

😖Pained▢

😣Persevering▢

😩Weary▢

😫Tired▢

🤤Drooling▢

😴Sleeping▢

😪Sleeping but different?▢

🌛Left-facing moon▢

🌜Right-facing moon▢

🌚New moon face◯

🌝Full moon face◯

🌞The sun▢

🤢Queasy▢

🤮Vomiting▢

🤧Sneezing▢

🤒Unwell▢

🤕Bandaged▢

🥴Drunk▢

😵Dizzy▢

🥵Hot▢

🥶Cold▢

😷Masked up▢

😇Angel▢

🤠yee haw▢

🤑Money-tongue▢

😎Cool▢

🤓Nerd▢

🤥Lying▢

🤡Clown▢

👻Ghost▢

💩Poop▢

👽Ayy lmao Alien▢

🤖Robot▢

🎃Jack-o-Lantern▢

😈Demon 1▢

👿Demon 2▢

👹Oni◯

👺Tengu◯

☠Skull and crossbones▢

🔥Fire▢

💫Star with trail▢

⭐Star▢

🌟Star with bits▢

✨Stars▢

⚡Lightning◯

💥Explosion◯

💯100△

💢Anime anger symbol◯

💨Steam▢

💦Sweat Droplets▢

💤Zzz▢

🕳Hole▢

🎉Party popper▢

🎊Confetti ball▢

😺😸😹😻😼😽🙀😿😾Literally all the "cat in different emotions" emojis▢

❤🧡💛💚💙💜🖤Literally all the coloured hearts△

♥Heart suit▢

💘Heart with arrow▢

💝Heart with ribbon▢

💖Shiny heart▢

💗Growing heart▢

💓Beating heart▢

💞Swirling hearts▢

💕Two hearts▢

💌Love letter▢

💟Heart in square▢

❣Heart exclamation mark▢

💔Broken heart▢

💋Kiss▢

👥Two silhouettes◯

👤Silhouette◯

🗣Talking silhouette◯

👣Footprints◯

🧠Brain◯

🦠Microbe▢

🦷Tooth◯

🦴Bone◯

💀Skull▢

👀Eyes◯

👁Eye▢

👄Lips◯

👅Tongue◯

👃👂🦶🦵💪👍👎👏🙌👐Every other body part and hand gesture, seriously this isn't even all of them◯

People

Seriously, I don't know why none of the people-category emojis are Fusion-compatible. Let's just move on.◯

Animals and Nature

💐Bunch of flowers▢

🌹Rose▢

🥀Wilted rose◯

🌷Tulip▢

🌺Hibiscus flower◯

🌸Cherry blossom▢

🏵Rosette◯

🌻Sunflower◯

🌼Daisy▢

💮White flower◯

🍂Falling leaves◯

🍁Maple leaf◯

🌾Rice plants◯

🌱Seedling◯

🌿Herb◯

🍃Falling leaves again◯

☘3-leaf clover◯

🍀4-leaf clover◯

🌵Cactus▢

🌴Palm tree◯

🌳Deciduous tree◯

🌲Coniferous tree▢

🏞National park◯

⛰Mountain◯

🌊Wave◯

🌬Wind◯

🌀Tornado symbol◯

🌁Foggy scene◯

🌫Fog▢

🌪Tornado▢

☃Snowman (with snow)▢

⛄Snowman (without snow)▢

❄Snowflake

🏔Mountain with snow◯

🌡Thermometer◯

🌋Volcano◯

🏜Desert◯

🏝Desert island◯

🏖Beach◯

🌅Sunrise/set (water)◯

🌄Sunrise/set (mountains)◯

☀Sun▢

🌤Sun with cloud◯

⛅Sun and cloud◯

🌥Cloud with sun◯

🌦Sun and cloud with rain◯

☁Cloud▢

🌨Snowcloud◯

⛈Stormcloud◯

🌩Thundercloud◯

🌧Raincloud◯

💧Drop◯

☔Umbrella with rain◯

🌈Rainbow▢

✨Sparkles▢

🌙Crescent Moon◯

☄Comet◯

🌠Shooting star▢

🌌Milky Way◯

🌉Bridge◯

🌆City in the evening▢

🌃City at night▢

🌍🌏🌎Earth▢

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘The moon◯

🙈🙉🙊🐵Monkeys, wise or not▢

🦁Lion face▢

🐯Tiger face◯

🐱Cat face▢

🐶Dog face◯

🐺Wolf face◯

🐻Bear face▢

🐨Koala face▢

🐼Panda face▢

🐹Hamster face◯

🐭Mouse face◯

🐰Rabbit face▢

🦊Fox face◯

🦝Raccoon face◯

🐮Cow face◯

🐷Pig face▢

🐽Pig nose▢

🐗Boar head◯

🦓Zebra head◯

🦄Unicorn head▢

🐴Horse head◯

🐸Frog face◯

🐲Dragon head◯

🦎Lizard◯

🐉Dragon◯

🦖T-Rex◯

🦕Diplodocus◯

🐢Turtle▢

🐊Crocodile◯

🐍Snake◯

🐁Mouse▢

🐀Rat◯

🐇Rabbit▢

🐈Cat▢

🐩Poodle◯

🐕Dog◯

🐅Tiger◯

🐆Leopard◯

🐎Horse◯

🐖Pig▢

🐄Cow◯

🐂Bull◯

🐃Water buffalo◯

🐏Ram◯

🐑Sheep◯

🐐Goat▢

🦌Deer▢

🦙Llama▢

🦘Kangaroo◯

🐘Elephant◯

🦏Rhinoceros◯

🦛Hippopotamus◯

🦒Giraffe◯

🐒Monkey▢

🦍Gorilla◯

🐪🐫Camels◯

🐿Squirrel (why does the squirrel of all things have a Unicode symbol?)◯

🦡Badger◯

🦔Hedgehog▢

🦇Bat▢

🐓Cockerel/rooster◯

🐔Chicken◯

🐣🐥🐤Chicks◯

🐦Bird▢

🦉Owl▢

🦅Eagle◯

🦜Parrot◯

🕊Dove◯

🦢Swan◯

🦚Peacock◯

🦃Turkey◯

🦆Duck◯

🐧Penguin◯

🦈Shark◯

🐬Dolphin◯

🐋🐳Whales◯

🐟Fish▢

🐠Tropical fish◯

🐡Pufferfish◯

🦐Prawn◯

🦞Lobster◯

🦀Crab◯

🦑Squid◯

🐙Octopus▢

🦂Scorpion▢

🕷Spider▢

🕸Spiderweb◯

🐚Shell◯

🐌Snail▢

🐜Ant◯

🦗Grasshopper◯

🦟Mosquito◯

🐝Bee▢

🐞Ladybird◯

🦋Butterfly◯

🐛"Bug" yeah sure ok◯

🐾Pawprints◯

Food and Drink

🍓Strawberry▢

🍒Cherry◯

🍎Red apple◯

🍉Watermelon◯

🍑Peach◯

🍊Orange◯

🥭Mango◯

🍍Pineapple▢

🍌Banana◯

🍋Lemon▢

🍈Melon◯

🍏Green apple◯

🍐Pear◯

🥝Kiwi◯

🍇Grapes◯

🥥Coconut◯

🍅Tomato◯

🌶Chili▢

🍄Mushroom◯

🥕Carrot◯

🍠Sweet potato◯

🌽Corn◯

🥦Broccoli◯

🥒Cucumber◯

🥬Lettuce◯

🥑Avocado▢

🍆Aubergine◯

🥔Potato◯

🌰Nut◯

🥜Peanuts◯

🍞Bread▢

🥐Croissant◯

🥖Baguette▢

🥯Bagel◯

🥞Pancakes◯

🍳Frying pan◯

🥚Egg (somehow)◯

🧀Cheese▢

🥓Bacon◯

🥩Meat◯

🍗Chicken leg◯

🍖Anime meat◯

🍔Burger◯

🌭Hotdog▢

🥪Sandwich◯

🥨Pretzel◯

🍟Chips◯

🍕Pizza◯

🌮Taco◯

🌯Wrap◯

🥙Stuffed flatbread◯

🥘Paella◯

🍝Spaghetti◯

🥫Can◯

🥣Bowl◯

🥗Salad◯

🍲Pot of food◯

🍛Curry◯

🍜Noodles◯

🍣Sushi◯

🍤Fried prawn◯

🥡Takeaway container◯

🍚Cooked rice◯

🍱Bento◯

🥟Dumpling◯

🍢Oden◯

🍙Jelly Donut Rice ball◯

🍘Rice cracker◯

🍥Fishcake◯

🍡Dango◯

🥠Fortune cookie◯

🥮Moon cake◯

🍧Shave ice◯

🍨Ice cream◯

🍦See above◯

🥧Pie◯

🍰Cake slice◯

🍮Custard mate what kinda custard have you been eating, this is clearly a créme caramel◯

🎂Birthday cake▢

🧁Cupcake▢

🍭Lollipop◯

🍬Boiled sweet◯

🍫Chocolate◯

🍩Donut◯

🍪Cookie◯

🍯Honey◯

🧂Salt◯

🍿Popcorn◯

🥤Soft drink◯

🥛Milk◯

🍼Baby bottle◯

🍵Green tea◯

☕Coffee▢

🍺Beer◯

🍻Beers, plural◯

🥂Champagne glasses◯

🍾Champagne◯

🍷Red red wine◯

🥃Whiskey◯

🍸Martini◯

🍹Cocktail◯

🍶Sake◯

🥢Chopsticks◯

🍴Knife and fork▢

🥄Spoon◯

🔪Kitchen knife◯

🍽Plate▢

Travel and Places

🛑🎡Everything from the stop sign to Ferris wheel◯

🎠Merry-go-round horse▢

🎪🏕Everything from circus tent to campsite◯

🌇City at sunset yes I'm surprised as you are▢

🛤Train tracks◯

🛣Road◯

🗺Map◯

🗾Japan is an island by the sea filled with volcanoes and it's beautifuul!◯

🌐Globe with meridian lines▢

💺Plane seat◯

🧳Luggage◯

Activities and Events

🎈Balloon▢

🎀Bow◯

🎁Present◯

🎇Sparkler◯

🎆Fireworks◯

🧨Dynamite Firecracker◯

🧧Red envelope◯

🎐Wind chime◯

🎏Fish streamers◯

🎎Japanese dolls (that's what the emoji's called, don't @ me with the actual name for them)◯

🎑Moon viewing ceremony◯

🎍Pine decoration◯

🎋Tanabata◯

🎄Christmas tree▢

🎗Ribbon△

🥇🥈🥉🏅🎖Medals◯

🏆Trophy◯

📣Megaphone◯

🥅Goal◯

⚽⚾🥎🏀🏐🏈🏉🎾🏸🥍🏏🏑🏒SPORTS◯

🥌Curling stone◯

🛷Rosebud Sled◯

🎿Ski◯

⛸Skate◯

⛳Golf-hole◯

🎯Target◯

🏹Bow◯

🥏Frisbee◯

🎣Fishing rod▢

🎽Running shirt◯

🥋Martial arts uniform◯

🥊Boxing glove◯

🎱8-ball◯

🏓Ping-pong◯

🎳Bowling◯

♟Chess◯

🧩Puzzle piece◯

🎮Controller◯

🕹Joystick◯

👾Videogame alien◯

🔫Gun◯

🎲Dice◯

🎰Slot machine◯

🎴Flower playing card◯

🀄Mahjong tile◯

🃏Joker◯

🎩Top hat◯

📷📸Camera◯

🖼Painting◯

🖌Paintbrush◯

🖍Crayon◯

🧵String◯

🧶Wool◯

🎼🎵🎶Music▢

🎷🎺🎸🎻🥁Instruments◯

🎤Mic◯

🎧Headphones▢

🎚🎛🎙📻Assorted audio stuff◯

📺TV◯

📼VHS◯

📹Camcorder◯

📽Projector◯

🎥Film camera◯

🎞Film◯

🎬Clapperboard◯

🎭Comedy and tragedy masks◯

🎫🎟Tickets◯

Objects

📱🧻Everything from smartphone to toilet roll◯

🧸Teddy bear▢

🧷🧢Everything from safety pin to baseball cap◯

👑Crown▢

🎒💍Everything from backpack to ring◯

💎Diamond▢

💄👓Everything from lipstick to glasses◯

🕶Sunglasses▢

🥽📁Everything from goggles to folder◯

🕶Newspaper▢

🗞🔎Everything from rolled-up newspaper to right-pointing magnifying glass◯

🔮Crystal ball▢

🧿🔓Everything from Nazar amulet to open lock◯

Symbols

There are no compatible non-repeated Emoji here.◯

Flags

Aaaaand none here either.◯

Feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong.

[booksand-glitter]

Trigger warning. Heartbreaking💔

Written by one of the Uvalde victims moms:

"The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work? Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last. Was it the teacher? Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them? Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card. Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows."

[madamlaydebug]

I cried when I read this and you will too. God we have to do something…….Read it. ALL OF IT. Then act.

So unimaginable.

A grieving mother’s words hold so much power. 💔

Written by one of the Uvalde victims moms:

"The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work? Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last. Was it the teacher? Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them? Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card. Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat 

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows."