#National Singles Day
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
View on X
#shakira#shakira mebarak#celebs#celebrities#soltera#national singles day#via x#x#social media#post#septembre 2024
6 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Number one day for The Prophecy streams incoming
3 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Itās National Singles Day Yāall! In honor of that, Iām offering 10% off all things in the store that you use by yourselfā¦.in the adult section. š
HTTPS://www.Arielsden.com #singlesday #singlesdaysale #SinglesDay #singlesdaydeal #itsoktobealoneā¤ļø #loveyourself #come #treat #yourself #cometreatyourself
0 notes
Text
Today is 23rd of September.
Today is Bisexual Visibility Day, National Singles Day, Happy Fall Equinox.
1 note
Ā·
View note
Text
he asked me to draw him like one of my french girls š³
improved sketch from my anatomy study during the history of arts š¤
#my art stuff#art#my stuff#art stuff#baldurs gate fanart#baldur's gate#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate iii#baldur's gate gale#gale#gale dekarios#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#bg3#It's national day of naked men#yes i'm single no one gives me heart on 15th feb
174 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
time to play the kitty anthem āØsay donāt goāØ
#ever since cassie posted the new kitty art iāve been playing it even more#we won that day#it is the kitty national anthem#and hits hard EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.#*sighs*#*puts it on*#kit herondale#ty blackthorn#kit x ty#kitty#the dark artifices#the wicked powers#tda#twp#tsc
46 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Dick and Jason being held for ransom after going out drinking.
Dick, after making another snarky comment and getting punched in the gut, again: Look man, weāre not piƱatas, and weāre a little drunk. Canāt you justā¦ take it easy.
Jason: I donāt think they like the sound of your voice as much as you do, Dickface.
Dick, nodding to Batman standing behind the kidnappers: Probably not, but Iām sure theyāll like it a lot more than his
#screw November 11th being national singles day#itās Dick Graysonās birthday#happy birthday dick grayson#dick grayson my beloved#dick grayson#jason todd#batman#batfam#batfamily#bruce wayne#red hood#dc comics#nightwing#Squishyās brain blurb collection
29 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
how i feel after not getting posted today but also avoiding any situation where i have to get to know someone romantically
20 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
happy national gf day everyone ! ā” . Żā ā¹ . ŻĖ . Ż
malia ā” āļø š¦¢ āļø ā„ļø ā„ļø ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ą¼ ā„ļø - borders by @v6que
#national gf day#girlfrend#heartstopperedit#heartstopper alice oseman#heartstopper#heartstopper comics#osemanverse#alice oseman#tara jones#darcy olsson#im single asf
20 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
#little collage of my favorite maximus pics in honor of National Gladiator Husband Day#new holiday i'm instituting as of now#that's a man right there that's what a man is supposed to look like#he ignites such fire in me#got me clawing the walls begging for just one chance#i'm obsessed with every single one of his features#you can pry him out of my cold dead hands and even then i'm going to haunt you until you give him back#i don't have any more intelligent thoughts for the day#from here on it's just HUSBAND#i wish i was snuggling in bed with him right now#preferably without clothes#i just want to nuzzle his neck and kiss his sweet face and hear him moan and see his eyes soften with pleasure while i demonstrate my love#is it so much to ask???#that i get to make some sweet love with the man who holds my heart????#why is this such a difficult thing to accomplish??#I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOR#convict me on all charges of extreme adoration and excessive daydreaming#can someone just magic me into the gladiator universe so i can spend a few precious moments with my beloved#we are separated by time space reality and the universe itself but THAT WILL NOT STOP ME#maximus let me be your beloved wife and i will spend every moment making you my whole world#gladiator#maximus#maximus decimus meridius#gladiator 2000#russell crowe
9 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
me n my byler bracelet against the world
#this is the only st related thing i own#i will be wearing this every single day until s5#byler#byler endgame#will byers#mike wheeler#byler nation
7 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
November 11
#november 11#november 11th#november vibes#november 2024#singles day#veterans day#sundae#ice cream#dessert#pocky day#pocky#heavy metal#national day#calendar#fun day
12 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
Post-Helene diary 10/16/2024. (As a general warning, lots of talk about death, including children)
Life (in the city at least) is slowly inching back to normal. Iām still out of work. Schools will be closed at least a month, all told. And itās getting cold. An outlying town a stoneās throw north of the city, where I have a couple friends, got snow last night; one of them slept on our couch. Still no running water, signal is still fucked, and the power goes on and off. But having power is such a luxury, so you can boil the water you bring home and microwave and refrigerate food. Still struggling with morale, but getting more and more able to get out of bed & take care of myself, and forcing myself to be around people when I can, which really helps. Hoping to host a movie night maybe this weekend, weāre all super fried and itād be nice to gather in a super low-stakes way.
Had a burial yesterday. The man was shrouded, and lowering him into his grave meant touching his body through thin fibers. He died on the third of October, a couple days after the storm, so not a drowning death, but Iām not sure what the cause was. The family was able to be present for this one, and the ceremony moved me, Iām so profoundly honored to have had the opportunity to do this through no merit of my own. Itās good work, to which I feel well-suited. But itās strange to shovel dirt onto the decedent while his wife and children look on. They were all new to ecoburial, the man hadnāt chosen it the way many in the sanctuary have; itās whatās called an at-need plot (and folks, WNC is at need right now, lol). You could tell that the informality and wooded surrounds of the setting unsettled them at first, but the way things are done there is far more ancient and meaningful than at a conventional lawn cemetery, with its mandatory cement vaults, embalming fluids, and non-biodegradable casket materials, and we encouraged people come up to lay soil, aerate the first layer with sticks to aid in microbial access, fill in more soil if they wished and lay pine straw over the finished mound for erosion control and seed germination. I believe strongly in ecoburialās capacity for closure, that seeing the shrouded body be covered, and being involved in digging and closing the grave, or pallbearing/lowering the decedent, can be a powerful way to process death. People used to/still do die at home. People wash their loved onesā bodies, braid their hair, burn incense over them, sew them into shrouds, lay them out unembalmed and unrefrigerated in their own homes; in 21st century America we are cold strangers to deathā everything happens behind steel doors. (Even hearses are outmodedā odds are youāve driven down the highway next to a Toyota Sienna or somesuch thatās been retrofitted to transport bodies to and from funeral homes, hospitals, mortuaries, crematories, and burial grounds, and you had no idea.) Ecoburial removes this gulf, and I believe itās especially crucial in the aftermath of the wide-scale death and destruction our region has seen. But the cemetery is tiny, and can only take a sliver of the stormās deadā only a couple plots remain unsold. The admin was looking at purchasing more land, but the woman at the helm of that drowned with her entire family in a flash flood.
A girl we know works/worked at a mortuary that was along the riverā drove by there the other day on my way home, the obliteration is eerie, they were gutting it for demo. Driving near any river right now still has the surreal, gloatingly detached feeling of a soundless dream, especially along roads you took all the time before the flood. The building had been nondescript before, just a medium warehouse looking structure with vinyl siding. But the bodies stored inside went unrefrigerated and were exposed to floodwaters, an aspect of the disaster few people without contacts or experience in deathcare would consider. Imagine the times youāve been grieving a family memberā now imagine phones are off, the mortuaryās been obliterated, and youāre stranded in your building for a week with no information or answers.
Found out about the death of a little boy, first or second grade, who attended one of the schools whose students I work with. He wasnāt my student, just a classmate of some of mine, but I still find myself really broken up over it. He was around the same age as [best friend]ās coworkerās boys, 7 and 9, who drowned in [outlying county], and I know theyāre not mine to grieveā but working with so many kids in that exact age range in our community iām so acutely aware of the caliber of loss. It hits me in these overpowering waves. Nobody in Appalachia knew to fear a hurricane, you know? Life here has shifted tremendously.
After the burial, we ate some cold lunches and a random packet of imported Japanese grape candies, joking grimly and catching up on an out-of-the-way bench near an Iranian womanās grave and a couple adelgid-ridden hemlocks, where we wouldnāt be heard by the lingering members of the funeral party. Then, donned chaps and ear pro/eye pro to buck a bunch of trees downed by the storm around the land. I like chainsawing, but I lost a ton of physical strength after my ribcage fracture this summer, and I definitely feel it when doing manual labor. The difference is palpable. But bucking is easy, it requires no brainpower, and my friends just told me which trees to cut, while they worried about tension and felling. But both burials and saw work is quite physical and my stamina is beyond shotā definitely felt it today. And I got fucking DOMS in my back!!!!???? lmao. Hung low most of the morning because my volunteer childcare thing got canceledā it stormed, of all fucking things.
Itās getting cold. Itāll dip below freezing tomorrow night, and my windowās still out; I may sleep on the couch in the living room, which sucks, but Iām gripped by severe fear for all the people in the region who have nowhere to go; when I drove with my friend through his neighborhood in Swannanoa we saw families whose prefab/mobile homes got swept down the river, gone forever and destroyed, camped out in tents along the riverbank. Tens of thousands are still lacking power and gas to heat their homesā we are in the south, but we are up in the highest mountains in the entire eastern US. People will be unable to clean themselves because washcloth baths will be untenable in the cold. People will freeze to death in their homes, tents, and cars. It just feels like wave after wave of horror keeps hitting the region. Even though life begins to be bearable for those of us in the cityā groceries, internet! Showers at the YMCA!ā you cannot enjoy it amid the destruction. Itās a really weird feeling to be one of the lucky ones. Just sheer dumb luck. Thereās no wrapping your head around it, when old classmates lost family and watched as their homes were swept away, their farm animals drowned. Survivorās guilt is fucking insane. Itās really insane.
Though Iām worried about what two monthsā rent and utilities is gonna be like without any work, my morale is slowly ratcheting upwards. Three of my friends are leaving the city forever in the upcoming weeks, which is a tremendous blow. One of my favorite haunts, the indie cinema in the river arts district, was obliterated beyond repairā I nearly cried seeing those photos. Iāll be stuck watching Joker and Beetlejuice sequels at the fucking Cinemark forever now I guess. And the Blue Ridge Parkway, where I went to run and camp and drive and picnic, is closed indefinitely. But I believe that many of my other frequent haunts will come back, unless, like many of the businesses dependent on a tourist economy in the height of leaf season, they crumble financially. But the tiny little cinema is a huge loss. We fucking adored that place. And you could tell it was the product of its ownersā passion and love, and filled with character, quirk, and charm. Truly no idea how different life here will be over the next months and years. Definitely alteredā but how much? I canāt imagine living in Marshall, or having a studio in the RAD, or working in Swannanoa. Again, Iām so lucky. But itās gonna be a really hard couple of months and years here.
The long and short of it is that life is getting easier for some of us, myself included, and though the trauma is at times genuinely incapacitatingā I feel as though I am crawling towards feeling better. Being able to shower and launder my clothing in my own home will be huge, but still weeks away by the sound of things. Iām really wary of the coming months but cautiously optimisticā I am starting to feel alive again, and enjoy things, and think about things that arenāt potable water access, and the drowned. But it will take time to recover. To give some context, to Americans at leastā think of what would need to happen for your public schools to shutter for an entire month, county wide (I donāt know much at this point about the surrounding countiesā schools, some will start earlier, some are still fucked indefinitely). All that being said, though, it is beginning to get easier. And I have people to lean on, and the capacity to hold up others when they lean on me. My home is intact and I have shelves full of food, and a stovetop to cook it on. And I watched a movie a few days ago! Weāre crawling out of it bitches.
Ok, I have to go haul flush water now, lmao, time to drive my reeking whip around to a bunch of ramshackle old baptist churches in the area to see which ones still have big unmanned water totes in their parking lots. How does it feel to help a member of the LGBT community!!!!!!
#you donāt even have to read this this is just me using the blog as a blog lol#donāt reblog#small things:#those pre made bottled cold brews like Stok are like $2 at the grocery outlet and I am living off them#also it turns out that eating a billion zillion mg of sodium every single day bc you just lived through a major natural disaster makes your#body feel BAD.#watched a 1GB rip of Youāve Got Mail off a flash drive a couple days ago. liked it.#things are hard and Iām sad!#and I am thinking constantly just so constantly about what itās like to be displaced by war#because the conditions are similar except you donāt have a nationās people pouring love and supplies and manpower into your community#and thereās no end in sight
15 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
11/11/2024 is Singles Day šØš³, National Education Day š®š³, St. Martin's Day š, Pepero Day š°š·, National Forestation Day š³š¹š·, National Sundae Day šØšŗšø, Veteran's Day šŗšø, Armistice Day š¬š§
#singles day#national education day#st. martin's day#pepero day#national forestation day#national sundae day#veteran's day#armistice day
11 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
can't believe i just said aloud, in complete seriousness "i need to break into the quƩbec national archives"
cause what the FUCK is this shit
(super rough translation: u can only access this from a secure computer in the physical archives themselves and also u can't take any photos or printouts of the document)
#no no but get this. GET THIS#it's a photo of Indigenous residential āschoolā (read: forced assimilation/genocide institutions) children#i'm always talking about obfuscation of the past and collective unknowing at the institutional and systemic level and THIS is an example#WHY can't i take photographs of it. WHY can't i see this???? is it because it paints the canadian nation state in a bad light?#is it because it runs contrary to propaganda of canada as equitable and universally compassionate#is it because the knowledge of this would disrupt the settler-colonial agenda of ahistoricization???? HUHHNGHJGHg#truth and reconciliation my ASS. lemme see the fucking documents so i can further talk shit about u in my research#thank u for coming to my rant. if u want to hear more i yell ab this shit to myself every single day#personal#decolonization
7 notes
Ā·
View notes
Text
there's something really, really interesting to me about an omnipotent character or to a lesser extent a character with heightened senses transformed in some way into a human and being keenly, horribly aware of the Lack. no longer being able to sense or know thing, no longer being able to see or feel or hear, being frustrated or scared by the dulling of their senses. it's really fascinating to me.
#ignore me#i started reading ancillary justice so it's on my mind again#this also with madam hotel of course#other things ive read or watched that i forget now...#but also i had this story i was working on that was like. au of canon characters that got so ooc it might as well be its own thing#about a borrower type guy who lived in a national forest and kept it clean and neat#and the forest's guardian spirit fell in love with him and protected him#it had a huge physical form constructed of vines and was so aware of every piece of life in the forest that it could walk across the ground#and not crush a single ant. like the vines would roll out of the way to avoid them even as it walked over them style of thing#and one day the forest spirit gets trapped in human form - either it wanted to try to be flesh to be closer to this guy#or someone doing a dastardly deed like land development had done it i don't recall now. i don't think i settled on it#anyway. the sudden loss of all that awareness was terrifying and the forest spirit was wracked with nervousness and guilt#abt accidentally killing bugs and the like#i should check on that wip and shape it up
19 notes
Ā·
View notes