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That names not quite right anymore, is it?

This is like right after the end of oot,,, drew this a while back and never finished it but I saw a post today that reminded me of it so I decided to just post it,,, is not much but is something

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It's hard being a single mom of four to eight kids (she's bad at math)

Also self imposed design challenge to design an infant rodent that doesn't look like eraserhead baby

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A pig getting brushed to help you in this trying time

(via)

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vld hs au rkgk

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But it can buy you a cat. And food for said cat. And food CAN buy you the love of a cat

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They called me "Gramps."

All of them, from the elders to the infants, they all looked to me as some primordial kin, despite the fact that I still looked thirty-two.

I walked down a street that was paved with asphalt — a modern, black, artifical rock, and nothing like the uneven cobblestones I'd grown used to — and I watched the multitude of stores as I passed by. They were modern, too. Huge windows displays rows of mass-produced goods, all sparkling under the modern lanterns — light bulbs, I reminded myself.

With hands in pockets, I thumbed the cash that was sitting there. The same amount could've bought a lot more just a few years ago, but I had so much of it at this point that I wasn't about to begrudge the world its capitalism. Not when there were so many other problems for me to complain about. Instead, I complained under my breath about the options, of all things. As I let out a huff, my breath fogged in the winter air, and I paused at a particularly colorful store. I gazed into the windows, silently stepping out of the way of passersby as I looked at the different shops. You always found the neatest little things in spots like this. Little touresty towns with too-high prices for their gimmicky little goods. I loved them. I had money to burn, a byproduct of my longevity, so the overpriced shirts hyperspecifically decorated cups always ended up catching my eye.

It was like a memoir, in a way. A method of remembering every little thing I'd ever done. Like my entire life was a vacation.

It might as well be, at any rate. I'd accumulated enough wealth to be able to travel like this constantly, so I did. Usually I ended up visiting family. A very large family, at this point. It'd kept growing over the years, but I made it a point to keep up with them for as long as they'd have me.

Of course, as the times changed, it became harder to just knock on doors and visit, but I still kept up my own traditions — from postcards, to telephone calls, to e-mails, making sure to update my methods as time went on. It made it easier and easier, actually, to keep up with everyone, even as my family grew from generation to generation.

I walked into the store, and saw a section of small novelty keychains. I'm sure I had a granddaughter somewhere who loved these things. I would need to check my family journals. I had far from a perfect memory, and needed books to help me remember who's who, and where.

I smiled at a little keychain with a little globe on it. I pointed out to myself the places I had family — the United States, Mexico, Brazil, Chile, Australia, India, Egypt, Italy, Spain, England, and so many others — I'd had to learn so many languages over the ages, as well as keep them all updated with the times.

I chuckled as I saw Batman stickers next to the keychains. That little boy... Devon? Darren? Damien? I couldn't quite remember the name, but I remember when he asked if I was a vampire. It didn't help that I'd recently been to Dacia. Or Romania. Whatever is was called now.

I decided to get the keychain, and stepped back out into the cold, only to hear, "Bye Gramps!" from one of the workers. I looked back to see the young woman waving. No, hold on, the young man. I smiled, both at my grandson and the marvels of modern technology (turning women into men and vice versa! How fascinating!).

"See you soon, Daniel!" I waved back, "I'm in town for the week!" Daniel! That was his name! I smiled, "Just be sure to invite me in!" I added with an accent, "playing to the bit" as they said.

The last I heard was a gasp as I left.

Most immortals become the angsty “everyone I have ever loved is gone” kind of immortal. You, on the other hand, instead took it upon yourself to be a loving presence to entire generations of your chosen family, because they are descended from someone you once loved long ago.

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here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

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Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck google with a 10 feet pole.

Seriously, fuck them. They are breaking the internet BADLY.

Everyone needs to get out of Chrome ASAP. Use duck duck go or any other alternative too.

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The duality of man is thinking “children cannot help themselves and we all need to be patient with them as they explore what it means to be human in public” and also “damn, I wish this crying baby was not on the plane rn :/“

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out of the backyard gang baljeet is one of the worst to make into a coffee table. ferb would also be pretty bad. phineas and isabella would be mid because they have those bigass heads but the skinny bodies. might be worse than baljeet and ferb if you're a person who cares about symmetry. buford would objectively make the best coffee table because his silhouette has the most evenly-spaced surface area. now if you wanna talk about pnf characters in general i think pet mode perry would be the best coffee table out of all of them

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every single time time i try to check facebook marketplace for furniture i get jumpscared by this (admittedly sick) custom baljeet coffee table

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