#Girls Kids Backpack

[chippedcupwrites]

Sandor Clegane & Arya Stark + emoji kitchen

[stautwis]

small redesign of many to come of the pizzaz gmae character … insanely cool skater guitarist wafped lamp and her awesome pronounsters

[shortnotsweet]

HEAD HEART HANDS: “TURNING A NEW PAGE”

Charlotte is hardwired for realism. It’s a hefty task, given the present company and the dubious physics that have kept them all alive for the past few years, but if a resume could receive an A+, her feats in risk assessment and time-sensitive innovation deserved it. Charlotte would know; she installed the updates herself. Still, with the leader of their trio absent and Jasper dealing with impossibilities on the side, the biggest challenge these days is seeing eye-to-eye.

[ Jasper and Charlotte discuss Henry’s leave of absence, as well as his radio silence. ]

The mythology of Greek craftsman, inventor, and architect Daedalus has been cited by a variety of sources, including Homer, Pliny the Elder (Pliny’s Natural History, AD 77-79), and Plato, the latter of which interpreted his inventory and intellect as a parallel for the pursuit of truth. Pliny credited him with the invention of carpentry, as well as ship sails and masts, in addition to sculptures so lifelike they may as well have been animated; his genius was so evident that life was born into the wood. The most famous of his feats, however, was the tale of wings constructed out of wax, and the fall of his son, Icarus, into the sea.

It’s one thing to live in pursuit of knowledge. It’s not like that’s a bad thing, per se. Plenty of people do, and are perfectly content people with no lingering emotional or psychological hangups. That being said, the itch of knowing and the object of doing are not the same. For doctors who treat the sick in the morning and the engineers who study maths to reach the moon, knowledge alone is poor sustenance. For years—too early—invention has been a means of civic duty. She is too clever to fall into the sea unplanned, but she’s not heartless. She’ll make them wings, and a parachute. She left Harvard and the future she’d made for herself to follow the people she loved. Love—to the point of modification. To the point of invention.

[tithsokphanny31]

What backpack is best for elementary school?

[zeravmeta]

this girl is a fucking LOSER

[weareamarvel]

messy but glowing

[bibleofficial]

went to the beach w kp & 4 other indian friends & 3 of us had NEVER surfed before girl WHEW it’s SO fun literally only 20quid to rent a wetsuit & board & i fucking smashed my toes on the sand so much, but also we 1) got the wrong tickets so we got off 1 stop early 2) went to find a bus & the bus that was supposed to be 15 min turned into an HOUR 3) on our way to find a bus back everyone’s phones are dying or dead bc it took us 3hrs longer to get there, cigarettes are out 4) all of the shops in town are closed & the town seems to have ONLY a tesco extra & 1 off license that sells a PACK FOR 15.65 A PACK WHICH IS FUCKING CRIMINAL ITS CHEAPER TO BUY IT FROM TESCO ARE U INSANE 5) the bus back to the other town kept skipping us bc the bus stop wasn’t the ACTUAL bus stop - i had 1 bowl since literally 11a & we got back at fucking 11p 😭😭😭

[tx-828]

anaïs is the friend with water and snacks and tampons and phone chargers etc in a tote bag at all times. she has stuff in all her little jedi pouches and if she's on any mission where she's spending time outdoors she has a backpack the whole time. you don't know what will happen you don't know what we might need. we might get hungry

[thundergrace]

Jibo finally went on vacation together 🥹🥰

[troyssix]

listen up we're doing story time!!

At my old school, they had a thing called the Sibling Room. Basically, students who had older siblings (that went to the school) would get their name called (via driveline obvi) and they would go to the Sibling Room to wait for their siblings to pick them up. Now, as the oldest kid in my family, I've only ever been in the Sibling Room to pick up my sibs, but I've heard the stories. All da shit went down in the Sibling Room. All da gossip was unveiled in the Sibling Room.

Whenever I'd go to pick up my little siblings, I'd hear choruses of things like (using real examples):

"LILY-KATE, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE DAD'S WAITING FOR US" "BUT I GOTTA SAY BYE TO SAMMY FIRST"

"JACOB STOLE MY SPECIAL BLUE MARKER" "IN WHAT WAY IS IT SPECIAL???"

those kids were savage.

[h0neyfreak]

Being completely serious but we need to add basic street parking safety as part of driver’s ed. My 10 minute drive to the grocery store is 100% fairly busy narrow streets with parking on both sides (that’s what most of the Boston area is tbh) and this morning alone I saw:

Someone sitting in the driver’s side with the door open and THEIR LEG HANGING OUT while scrolling on their phone

Someone loading a few boxes into their car from the street side instead of the sidewalk

Someone standing on the driver’s side, taking off their very heavy backpack, and then struggling to lift it over into the passenger side while their legs dangled out

Someone almost opening their door into a biker and then doing it AGAIN immediately after

And this happens literally every time I drive here it’s insane. This isn’t a “ooo the world is big and scary you have to be aware at all times or someone’s gonna getcha” post but like also. maybe don’t actively try to get hit by cars and/or maim people on bikes. Do as much as you can from the sidewalk/passenger side of your car. Get in and out as quickly as you can when you’re on a heavily trafficked road. Check for bikers and pedestrians before opening your door. Don’t dangle your limbs into the street like bait for distracted drivers and oversized trucks. The simple things.

[enobullphotography]

"For my brothers with Daughters, I call This..." Whenever I think about the origin of my journey into photography, I remember the 2 main reasons for picking up a camera. One was to document the sneakers I wore daily with the intention of sharing the photos on a popular online sneaker forum called NikeTalk. The second and more important reason was to document my family. After realizing that my parents photo albums have a significant gap in photos of me and my brother, I vowed to take on the responsibility of documenting my family.

So naturally (especially in this modern world we're living in) when I became a father 10 years ago, I was reminded of that vow. There's very few people if any at all that I enjoy taking photos of more than my own daughters!

I mean, it's super obvious why, right? My babies are the most beautiful people on this planet. With smiles that melt my heart and hugs that would make a grizzly bear jealous. Lol. I've made it my business to get millions of photos of them not only on film but on my phone and digital cameras as well.

I've been a photographer for 15 years now! In that time I've gotten a large sum of photos of my family and the ones of my babies are easily my favorite. I tend not to share photos of them too often because I see them as treasures that should be protected at all cost. So I say that to say, this post is being made with the intention of giving you, the reader a treat! Lol

It was 2015 when I first picked up an analog camera. Six years after deciding I wanted to be a photographer. At the time my oldest was a curious 1 year old. It's been an honor to watch her grow into the lovely young woman she is becoming.

The youngest (the leader of our pack) wasn't even thought of yet, but she caught up and became manager of the family very quickly. Lmao.

Some of my photos are blurry, and some were exposed wrong, but that's ok! At the very least I know I have the memories of my children in my head. These prints that accompany my thoughts are just a bonus!!

Hope ya Enjoy! Eno Bull Photography

[johnypage95]

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[tithsokphanny31]

A girls backpack favorite?

[homunculus-argument]

I would not say that I'm a scary-looking guy. I don't dress particularly alt, just pretty basic dad rock band tees, black skinny jeans with a chain, plenty of assorted jewellery and accessories, dyed black hair and seven piercings around my head, but this is apparently enough to make old people give me A Very Long Stare. But this post isn't about them.

Today I was walking homeward, and there were these two kids (about 8-10 years old?) standing in the middle of the road. They stood there talking, one was on foot but the other one had a pastel pink bicycle, which she had apparently unintentionally stationed horizontally across the walkpath, so the two effectively blocked the whole way. So I kept my eyes on the girl with the bike the whole time I approached their happenstance roadblock.

Now, the finnish culture is both a high context culture and an introvert culture, which means that finns regularly behave like weird animals. A prolonged, maintained eye contact directed at a stranger is a mild, but certainly clear, aggressive gesture. Not as outright hostile as verbally telling them that they're in peoples' way and should move, but intended as a stern gesture to correct them anyhow. The way that dogs sometimes do that very specific low growl at misbehaving puppies, just to say "I have no intention to hurt you, but you better cut that shit out."

And the girl with the bike kept eye contact with me the whole time I approached, while pulling her bike out of the way in a pointedly slow, deliberate way. Looking down or away and moving the bike hastily would have been an apologetic gesture, and this kid clearly wanted to let me know she wasn't yielding just because she did, in fact, move out of the way. And once I was just about to pass, she said "hi?" to me, in a mildly confused and disgusted tone. Not confused by my intentions themselves, but by my evident audacity.

While this may not seem like anything odd, as I mentioned earlier, finns are an introvert culture. Talking to strangers unprompted is rude, a downright hostile act, more aggressive than prolonged eye contact but not as hostile as physically touching a stranger without warning. And I was caught off-guard so badly that I just said "hi" back to her while not slowing down as I passed them.

So just this week, I've had two random old people stare at me like they've correctly identified me as a Manmade Horror Beyond Their Comprehension, and this little girl dressed head to toe in pastels with a pink bike and sparkling unicorn backpack just glared right back at me and stared me down like Can I Fucking Help You.

[emphistic]

Sukuna—being a tough guy—always had a rough exterior; but when it came down to his daughter? Ah, he could loosen up a bit. Especially now that school was starting up, his cortisol levels were starting to go through the roof.

"Do you have your water bottle?"

"Uh huh."

"What about your lunch box?"

"You packed it for me."

"Where's your backpack?"

"Daddy!" the little girl giggled. "It's on my back!" And as if to give a proof, she twirled around to show that the glittery rainbow backpack was, indeed, on her back.

You put a hand on Sukuna's arm, laughing, "Honey, you're making it sound as if our baby's going on an expedition to Antarctica."

Sukuna, frowning, turned to you, "She might as well be. You don't know how dangerous Kindergarten can be."

"Oh yeah? Well, luckily, our girl is a tough one just like her daddy, isn't she?" you pinched your daughter's chubby cheek.

In response, the girl let out a confident "mhm!" whilst pretending to flex her muscles.

After you dropped off your daughter at school, you turned to face your husband with a grin on your face. "See? Easy peasy. There was nothing for you to stress about, babe."

"No. No, you don't know how vicious these little five year olds can be. If I had to, I would—"

You covered Sukuna's mouth with your hand, "Don't tell me you would go beating up little kids."

"I don't care if they're fucking five," Sukuna removed your hand, "if they mess with my baby, I'll—"

You watched the widening eyes of nearby parents of said kids, and quickly interjected. "Okay, okay, I think that's enough. We should be going now," you laughed nervously, leading your husband to the parking lot.

"Do you want to hear what I'd do if someone made our little girl cry?" a very genuine Sukuna asked.

"Ryomen, please, let's not."

Okay, maybe Sukuna was still as rough as always.