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mmwm · 9 months ago
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LIMINAL LIVING: 15 APRIL TO 21 APRIL 2024
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cricketchirp · 11 months ago
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Happy 9th Birthday, wondermyway!
Thank you to all who read and comment and share wondermyway.com. Some of you have followed my blog posts since the beginning, February 21, 2015. A few have joined the journey as recently as yesterday. I’m grateful for the presence of all of you in my life. To mark this occasion, I thought I’d reflect upon those moments when my wonder gave me a glimpse of the “Thin Places” that I’ve experienced…
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forestfeeling · 2 years ago
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Wood frogs also can also freeze up to 2/3 of their bodies’ water to survive the winter, and in many places are one of the very first not only frogs but amphibians in general to begin breeding during the first night of warm rain in February-early March!
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Wood frogs’ bodies can be a variety of shades of green, gray, red, and brown—with the colors more vivid on females than on males—but all of the frogs bear the distinctive, masklike black marking across the eyes. This wood frog was photographed at the National Aquarium in Baltimore.
PHOTOGRAPH BY JOEL SARTORE, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC PHOTO ARK
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miryel89 · 7 months ago
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girlycinephile · 5 months ago
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a.k.a the best kind of character there is
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shiftythrifting · 2 months ago
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Submission from ImTooTiredForThis
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evignonita · 19 days ago
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[🔶] Annual Pasnerv redraw
"Entre nomeolvides, me dejé nuestros abriles olvidados en el fondo del placar del cuarto de invitados; eran tiempos dorados, un pasado mejor. #ghosteado"
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This early strangetown drawing is a redraw of the first drawing I uploaded to this blog, this on July 1, 2023. My style has changed considerably since that date and even since last year 😭😭 I still don't color as well as I would like LFBSPEJEPR
This year I decided to draw Nyon instead of the og Nervous and my Pascal from TS4 because I love them so much tehee
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[2023] // [2024]
CRYING how awful but lowkey cute
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resident-dumb-fuck · 1 year ago
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every stephen sondheim musical ranked by number of ao3 hits it has
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stickyfrogs · 2 months ago
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We also met these equally magnificent friends the Common Mist Frog, the Wood Frog, and the Northern Stony Creek Frog tonight!
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its-stimsca · 1 year ago
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Stimboard of Frogger getting stuck in a bucket yet being indifferent
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aaaaaa-musical-trash · 6 months ago
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ok i’m super curious
i might make a part 2 for the others, idk
part 2 here! https://www.tumblr.com/aaaaaa-musical-trash/758413813576089600/part-2-sondheim-2-electric-boogaloo
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mmwm · 2 years ago
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INDEPENDENCE DAYS #41
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lindagoesmushrooming · 1 year ago
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Kubesele, Latvia. 2014.
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viejospellejos · 1 year ago
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mooOooolaa
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miryel89 · 7 months ago
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What if...?
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heybiji · 7 months ago
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Roshan walks with the two Potts, gazing around at the fields and forests painted in warm colors by the setting sun. He remarks, "It is a lovely view from here."
Gazing outward, past the broken walls he had put up 20 years ago, Arthund nods and says, "Forgot. Forgot how... how pretty it all is."
I recently finished running an original oneshot for some friends, The Reaching Woods. It was a story about a little village surrounded by a big wall and the nearby forest's sudden overgrowth threatening to crush it all. It was also a story about blame and guilt.
Arthund Potts, when we met him, could barely speak at all. Too many years spent drinking and weeping. If he was even conscious he was all grunts and sloppy gestures. The scene above was at the end of the oneshot (okay, eighteenshot), once the party returned from the dark, evil woods.
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