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adventuresofalgy · 2 years

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All of a sudden there was a rustling and a shuffling and a whispering and a giggling, and the sensation of a wonderfully warm glow which seemed to wrap itself all around him, and Algy, who was just a tiny, wee bit awake already, sat bolt upright with a start of surprise.

“What?... Who?... When?... How?...” he exclaimed...

“Wake up, Algy!” cried his friends, “It’s your birthday! And it’s spring! It’s time to wake up again.”

The animals pressed against him and held out a pretty little bunch of spring flowers. “Happy Birthday, Algy!” they sang. “Happy Birthday!”

Algy was quite overcome. Even his special friend the little green dragon - who he had last seen flying off to join the circus in faraway Patadragonia - was there beside him, warming the assembled company with its magical glow, which was especially welcome on what seemed to be a typical early spring day in the wild west Highlands of Scotland.

“But how can this be?” spluttered Algy. “It was October... I was drifting off to sleep on a dark, damp, dreich autumn day. I couldn’t believe how many months it would be until the spring... I was almost in despair...”

“Feel behind your ear,” whispered the little green dragon.

Algy reached up and felt something strange tucked in among his fluffy feathers. It was the magical cherry blossom which he had brought back from Easter Island the year before.

“When the autumn became unbearable, the cherry blossom put you to sleep,” giggled Algy’s rat friend Twicklewick. “You have been hibernating. Huge storms raged, trees crashed down, the wind howled constantly, rain fell almost all the time, every day was dark and overcast, and you slept through it all, tucked up under the ivy - you lucky fluffy bird! And when the world turned again and it was nearly your birthday, the cherry blossom called us - even the little green dragon, who flew all the way across the ocean to be here today.”

Algy laughed a fluffy bird laugh of joy.

“I can hardly believe it,” he cried. “But it’s wonderful to see you all again. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Thank the magical cherry blossom,” whispered the little green dragon.

And then all Algy’s friends started singing again.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday you silly old fluffy bird friend, Happy Birthday to you... Algy! Hooray!”

p.s. This is Algy’s 10th Tumblr birthday - quite an occasion, even though Algy has been absent for a while. So despite the short notice, Algy will be reblogging posts by his friends on his sideblog @lovefromalgy in a party celebration of this special birthday. You are all invited 😍

If you would like Algy to reblog a particular post, please mention @adventuresofalgy or @lovefromalgy, or send Algy a link, or use the submission form.

#Algy #photographers on tumblr #fluffy bird #writers on tumblr #spring #Algy's 10th birthday #little green dragon #tumblr birthday #Algy's tumblr birthday #10 years on tumblr #Scotland #Scottish Highlands #ivy #daffodils #Happy Birthday #adventures of algy #original content

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novice-at-play · 3 years

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Fluff-asté

The fluffy in me recognizes the fluffy in you...

Happy 9th Birthday, Algy @lovefromalgy/@adventuresofalgy!!! Lots of love and fluffy hugs to you and Jenny @jennychapmanartwork!!! 🐿💕🎉🎈

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #Happy Birthday Algy!#lovefromalgy #squirrel #adventuresofalgy #friends #love

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lovefromalgy · 2 years

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Fly as I might, fly as I may I am extremely late for your special day! Happy 10th Birthday, Algy!

Thank you so much, Bill @kaiserbladz 😍 Algy’s birthday parties always continue until the very last guest has arrived, and of course a 10th Tumblr Birthday party is a particularly special celebration, which goes on even longer than usual, and no one could possibly be late. So Algy is ready and waiting to welcome him the moment he arrives 🦆

Algy thanks you very kindly for sending this handsome duck to join the party and sends you lots of his fluffiest hugs 🤗

#submission #kaiserbladz #Algy #adventuresofalgy #duck #drake #Algy's 10th birthday #10th tumblr birthday #10 years on tumblr #adventures of algy #tumblr friends #thank you

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kaiserbladz · 3 years

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Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do, I'm half crazy, All for the love of you...

Big Fluffy overseas Hugs from Sunny California 🌄 ♡

@lovefromalgy Happy 9th Tumblr Birthday Algy and Jenny!

#Algy #9th tumblr birthday #adventures of algy #tumblr friends #thank you

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capiolumen · 3 years

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Happy Birthday 9th Algy from "Lola The Dog" and her fake cat Winter 2021 iPhoneXR Hipstamatic Photography Original Photographers Photographers On Tumblr Lowery Lens, Montjuic M29 Film, No Flash

#@adventuresofalgy #@lovefromalgy #hipstamatic #original photographers #photographers on tumblr #happy birthday algy #winter #art #capiolumen #iphone #iphoneXR #iphotography #lowery lens #montjuic M29 Film #no flash

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tartefinedanslespres · 3 years

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fluffy for Algy....

#photographers on tumblr #garden #fluffy #green #white #Algys birthday #february #2021

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themazette · 3 years

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Will you join the Party wint Algy?

Happy Algy’s 9th Tumblr Birthday on 13th March 2021!

#photographers on tumblr #@adventuresofalgy #gekko #sri lanka #animal portrait

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allthingsfern · 3 years

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In order, my responses to comments in Reply of my COVID19 era post that was my answer to my question “My answer to my questions: Has the era of COVID19 changed your photography? How? And perhaps also, why?“ I am so confused now...

adventuresofalgy

Algy thinks you are lucky and - certainly if compared with Europeans - perhaps quite unusual in not having experienced a more profound effect on your creative outlets and expression. Many of Algy's creative friends have experienced wide-ranging and often severe impacts on their creativity and associated motivation - and therefore on their mental health as well.

themazette

As @adventuresofalgy Jenny said.... you are lucky...

I am indeed very lucky, or as I think of it, blessed. However, it is no way a US thing, nor even a California thing. I add California, because I know many in the US and around the world think of the Golden State as a haven, a progressive, hippie filled state that is all about peace and love and marijuana. However, that is far from the truth. California is like Germany in the 1920s and 30s. There was Berlin, where there was a wildness in the city that was not shared, and was often looked-down on, by those in the majority of the country, who lived in more conservative areas and who, often, economically could not afford the grand life of partying Berliners. In California it is the same. Except for a few urban areas, the state is full of very conservative folks, and for them, like for those in the cities (and in the rest of the world) this COVID19 era has been devastating. Well, and the fires for Californians have been too.

Even in this cool college town where I live, which is lovely and quiet and inspiring, the painfully empty streets, movie theaters, restaurants, shops (think of all those unemployed people) is (still) staggering. In mid-March last year, right after lockdown, I took several phone videos of the deserted street in our town and the campus, but I could not bring myself to share them, since I knew that so many others here on Tumblr were experiencing the same desolation in many different ways. (I figured: “Why add to the sorrow we are living, almost globally?”) I was overwhelmed by the emptiness of the major (well, major for a small town of around 65,000 people) street where I live and the empty bicycle trails and street on campus. And by empty, I mean that even now, I see maybe 3 cyclists per hour, and very little car traffic. Remember, this is a bicycle town; I do not own a car, doing most all my errands on my bike with its 2 fordable baskets in the rear.

And now, over a year later, that same heavy, oppressive emptiness persists. And no, I am not used to it. And yes, I traveled over the last year, but I found the same suffocating blanket of emptiness in each city I visited, even in Las Vegas. It was unnerving. As a matter of fact, last year when I drove to San Francisco 2 months after lockdown for my birthday, I wound up getting depressed and disoriented, in a city where I lived for almost 7 years. Driving back home across the Golden Gate Bridge with tears of sadness in my eyes on my birthday was not what I expected. However, I did get some solid photos of the malaise that hung thick in the air, a malaise that physically took up the space that once was taken up by crowds of people.

Now, I am also very aware that my situation is unique. (Not a fan of the word exceptional, since it can mean both unique and special, and I do not see my situation as special.) My life situation is very unique in that I have a job I love and I work with a great team of characters. We get work done and we have fun, share about our lives. My job is often, especially since COVID19 first got noticed in early 2020, stressful and demands my colleagues and I learn (and sometimes then teach) lots of new technology and that we adapt to the vagaries of the technology gods, which are sometimes unfriendly and unresponsive. And a big part of my job is trying to figure out how to get the technology gods to like us again and grace us with their gifts. (I never realized, until now, with this discussion, that the troubleshooting that is a big part of my job is creative and probably fuels my photographic creativity. Who knew?) Yet, as a group, my colleagues and I support each other. And I am fortunate to count my closest colleague, Steve, as a friend. We have been a great emotional support to each other over the years and now through this COVID19 era. And I recently was reminded (as if I needed reminding) just how unique my work situation is because I participated in a committee that was going over responses to a UC Davis-wide survey exploring levels of employee satisfaction. My 2 colleagues who were also on that committee and I did not have the complaints that others from other departments shared. We work well together, have supportive management that share what is going on and include us (as mush as possible) in the decision making process. And as a department, we get stuff done.

Possibly the best example of how blessedly unique my situation is is what happened this morning when I was talking (yes, on ZOOM) with my immediate supervisor. We discussed the work related stuff, including how at around 10:30 pm the night before I figured something out about an online tool integration I had never done before that I knew was easy but I did not see as easy until I reread the overly complicated instructions a couple of times and just figured out how and where to cut and paste the lines of code (it was that easy, just fucking cut and paste some lines of JSON code) that got the fucking thing to work. Then we talked about his dealing with his young children returning to school and how “normal” now is not “normal” from before and how disruptive the whole thing has been, yet since we work in a supportive atmosphere (and are both salaried), he was able to deal and keep living.

Then, and you are gonna love this, I shared about my original COVID19 question post and the responses and pretty much said to him what I am sharing here.

We talked for a little over an hour. That kind of rapport is rare, for any job, anywhere.

And then there is another way my situation is unique. In some ways, previous “bad things” were actually a preparation for this era of physical distance and uncertainty. In mid-2019, from July to August, first because of my work related bowling concussion and then an antibiotic resistant infection, I was bedridden for about 5 weeks and then had several absences because of concussion issues, like sudden and extreme anger flare ups, nausea, headaches. But however bad I thought that concussion and infection were, the concussion induced forgetfulness and my desire to sharpen my mind and nurture and nourish it have lead me to become, in my old age, organized. I now often take notes of important stuff, add work and personal dates and notes to my Outlook calendar, and even know what day it is, which bugs my colleagues who often find they have no idea what day and/or date it is. Yep, unique, but the bad concussion shit got me to be organized in ways that I was never able to be before, no matter what I tried. This time, I just fucking get organized, without thinking about it too much. And if I fuck up with my being organized, like I did the other day for work, I admit it, fix it, and move on.

Preparation for isolation (and unexpected natural threats) came by way of the 2018 Northern California (the region where I live) fires that year, which caused the campus to shut down for about a week. (As my friend Steve called it, the smoking break.) And for work, my colleagues and I faced a couple of long term, emergency technical outages that impacted all of the UC Davis faculty, one of them for over a month. Pretty much on a professional and personal level, I was, if not ready, at least getting used to the WTF of whatever life decides to surprise me with. (And lets not forget the really bad fire last September, seen in this video I posted of ash “snow” falling. We did not have to shut down the campus because there was no one there anyway.)

Another aspect of this last year, and one that has been present in my life for a few years now, is the BLM movement and the brutal police violence against Black people in this country. As someone who was a teaching assistant and taught in African American Studies and worked closely with students of color on campus in a student run organization, I was and am still devastated, in part because I know, from hearing so many personal accounts, the pain many of my friends, former colleagues, and former students, are still facing and how overwhelmed they felt and still feel. I understand, if as an outsider, their emotional exhaustion. This has been going on for a while, plus add the years of anti-immigrant hate against the Latinx in the US and the rising tide of violent hate against Asians, and yes, it has been sorrowful. Heartbreaking. And I have, in several ways, including my photography, tried to capture the sorrow and resilience of US people of color. It hurts, almost physically, that many people of color are just tired of talking and dealing with the hate.

So, yes, my situation is unique, but with its own emotionally draining weight. And yes, I am extremely grateful. This leads to the other 2 comments in Reply:

kkomppa

Thank you for sharing, Fern. Very interesting. Like you, I would say my output hasn’t changed much. However, I have sought locations deeper in the wilderness. This has been fulfilling.

schwarzkaeppchen

Really interesting thoughts. We live in strange times, but creativity and motivation comes and goes for so many different reasons. My photography has changed a lot. I used to work as a photographer at events and took portraits for fun... Now I'm officially a portrait photographer.

Both of these comments point to another unique aspect of my life situation: For some of us, our photography and how we do it, has not changed much, and if it has, that has been a part of our overall experience with this art form we love so much.

For me, because of my depressive tendencies, the Zen of photography, at least the way I do it, is therapeutic. And I do not use the term “Zen” lightly here, because my spiritual life has helped me come to terms with the WTF surprises that are pretty much life, if at times the WTF of it is more impactful, as it is during this COVID19 era. And that is part of what I was trying to share with my original post: Before this period of isolation and disorientation, I was already coming to grips with the gospel truth that “creativity and motivation comes and goes for so many different reasons.” as @schwarzkaeppchen said. In no way do I diminish the anguish flared up by these bleak times that impact so many around the world. And really, when you think about it, bleak times have been a norm, at least here in the US, since late 2016, though, of course, lockdowns and physical distance make it all worse. But, at least for me, I try to learn from the bleak times, even if I abhor going through them. And when dealing with the highs and lows of creative energy, at least for me, I have a calm certainty that photography is part of my life and I do not have to worry, since I only love it more each day. And the other side to my certainty is that if someday my love of photography fades, some other treasure of creativity will replace it.

Let’s be real, because of photography. I think about stuff like this and get to have discussions with so many great Tumblr original photographers.

And I am grateful for it, and no, this is not unique to my life situation. I know many of us love being here and sharing the good, the bad, the confounding.

Please think about joining @tvoom and me for InConverversation this month. It has been a long time since we talked, and this COVID19 era will be our topic.

I am grateful for all y’all.

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isidar-mithrim · 4 years

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Letters from Hogwarts – Neville

Happy 40th birthday, Neville! (Even if not in my time zone anymore, and even if this story is about your eleventh one ^^’)

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Summary: For more than a thousand years, every summer, in the United Kingdom, the lives of a lucky cluster of eleven years old are radically changed.

These are the stories of four of them.

The first is that of a boy who lived for too long in the belief that he wasn’t a wizard.

{First installment of the “Letter from Hogwarts” series}

{Thanks to @sazzy-hp-dw for the betaing and to Hilda for her precious suggestions!}

{‘Letters from Hogwarts’ on tumblr: Gus, Remus and Hermione; on Ao3: Neville, Gus, Remus and Hermione}

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Of Malus, hugs, and toads

He was in the garden pruning his Malus Domestica, the only tree his gran had been willing to purchase when he had dared to ask for an Abyssinian Shrivelfig. Most people just called it an apple tree, but thinking of it with its proper name gave Neville the illusion it was some kind of exotic, magical plant, the kind Great-uncle Algie always told him about after his trips around the world.

Neville was carefully trimming a low branch when a eagle owl glided towards him, dropped a letter upon his head and flew away.

The missive slid to the ground, and Neville stared at it with a hammering heart. Even from standing, he could read his name written in emerald green ink.

He kneeled on the fresh earth and let the trimmers fall with a clang, grabbing the letter with trembling hands without even pulling off his protective gloves.

His eyes wandered again over his name to make sure it was really addressed to him. Blood pulsed in his ears while he hesitantly turned the thick, yellowish envelope over, and seeing the Hogwarts symbol embossed in the wax seal made his heart thunder even more.

He tried to open it, but between the thrilling tension and his dragonhide gloves, it proved to be a task harder than he had anticipated. Eventually, he had to lay it down and remove his gloves, so that he could finally break the wax.

He pulled out the sheet of parchment and began reading.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Longbottom,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

Neville stared at it for what seemed like an eternity, looking at the words without being able to actually read them. Fat tears dropped onto the parchment, and the sentence he thought he would never see pounded forcefully into his mind.

Mr. Longbottom, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts.

He walked into the house with unsteady steps, the letter in one hand and the envelope in the other.

His gran was sitting on the couch, so absorbed in a book that she didn’t hear him coming.

Neville took a step forward. “Gran?” he called, his voice low and hesitant.

She jerked towards him, her eyes roaming upon his figure and taking in with a scowl the muddy stains on his trousers and his puffy eyes.

“What have you done, this time?” she said with exasperation, standing up with an agility that never ceased to impress him.

He merely raised his arm, offering her the crumpled parchment.

She snatched the letter from his hand and began to read, her eyes growing wider and wider, and Neville could almost swear they were a bit glassy when she raised her head and looked at him, as astonished as he had ever seen her.

“You’re going to Hogwarts,” she murmured, and then she did something she had never done before, and being wrapped in his gran’s lean, strong arms felt almost as good as being admitted to Hogwarts.

“Well, this calls for some celebration,” she said eventually with a brisk tone, patting awkwardly on his shoulder. “I reckon we can invite some people round for tea the next Monday, for your birthday.”

Neville nodded, not trusting his ability to speak. It didn’t happen often that the Longbottom family gathered in his honour.

“Perfect. You’d better send an owl to Professor McGonagall right away, before you forget.”

The week preceding Neville’s birthday flew by in the blink of an eye, the thrill of being admitted to Hogwarts – and the implication that he must be a wizard, after all – making him as happy as he had ever felt.

When the day finally arrived, Neville was practically bouncing off the walls.

The guests were mostly of his gran’s age, but he was used to that, and they all spent a lovely afternoon in the summer warmth of their garden. Neville hadn’t heard so many compliments and encouragements all at once since the time that he had bounced down the street after his great-uncle had dropped him out of the window, and he loved being the center of attention for something good, for once. It was such an amazing feeling that not even Madam Marchbanks’ lecture about how much he would have to study to pass his O.W.L.s could put him off.

Finally, after an exquisite Victoria sponge, it was time to open the gifts, and if possible the afternoon took an even sweeter turn. Neville received Chocolate Wands and Cauldrons from Honeyduckes, a bottle of Invisible Ink, a brand new set of Gobstones, a deck of Self-Shuffling playing cards and much more, but the greatest gift was undoubtedly the one he received from his enthusiastic Uncle Algie.

“A toad!” exclaimed Neville with glee after opening the box.

“To keep you company at Hogwarts,” said his uncle, clapping him on the shoulder like a man. “It’ll do you good to take care of him.”

“I’ll call him Trevor,” decided Neville, trying to take his first ever pet in his hands.

They spent the following half hour looking for the toad.

After even Great-Uncle Algie and Aunt Enid had said goodbye, only Neville and his gran were left, and he felt like part of his happiness had walked away alongside their guests.

To keep his mind busy he decided to tidy up the garden, but he had barely started to collect the plates when he toppled the jug of pumpkin juice, spilling it all over the tablecloth.

“You should go to bed, before you do any more damage,” said his gran sharply. “I’ll took care of that.”

Her words stung, but Neville didn’t dare contradict her. He walked towards the doorway, feeling a bit sad, and her deep sigh did nothing to improve his dampened mood.

“Wait.”

He froze, then turned slowly toward his gran, not sure of what to expect.

“Come with me,” she said with a tone that sounded grave rather than stern.

Neville followed her to the master bedroom, but when she went inside he lingered at the door, knowing he wasn’t allowed there until told otherwise.

“What are you waiting for?” barked his gran with impatience.

Neville hurried in, still wondering what was happening exactly. Was she going to lecture him about all the things he mustn’t do at Hogwarts? Was she let down by something he had done? Had she changed her mind about letting him go?

“Sit, Neville,” she said stiffly, gesturing to the bed. “I have to give you your gift.”

His jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe his ears. “My… my gift?” he babbled, incredulous. “I thought… the party… and… and all the stuff for Hogwarts I’ll have to buy…”

His gran looked at him with piercing eyes, and Neville was about to lower his gaze when she offered him the shadow of a smile and opened the last drawer of her dresser.

She took out a slim box, roughly a dozen inches long, and put it gently on the dresser, lifting the black lid with both hands.

Neville was glad he hadn’t sat down, because he just had to bow his head a little to peer inside.

A beautiful wand lay at the bottom of the box, its wood rich brown and smooth.

“I’m sure your father would want you to have it.”

Neville twirled the wand between his hands for what felt like hours, before his eyelids finally became heavy. Only then did he open the first drawer of his bedside cabinet, and laid his father’s wand on top of a thick layer of empty Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum wrappers.

#fanfiction #ao3 #fanfic #harry potter #neville longbottom #augusta longbottom #longbottoms #missing scene #pre-hogwarts #canon compliant #summer 1991 #letters from hogwarts #one shot #hogwarts letter #long post

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thespiritofvexation · 4 years

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Okay so I tried to actually pass on the hug thing yesterday, because I usually stress over forgetting someone important, but then I started getting these red tumblr messages about bungled connections and blabla so I thought, maybe they all blocked me!:S which makes no sense, but that's how my brain works. Tried again today but now I can't remember who I sent them to (unless you answered :p but barely even then..) so now I've probably sent several to some and zero to others! I also forgot my niece's birthday, but she's only two and lives in covid-town so I can't see her. But her parents might be cranky, but then again they didn't remember my birthday either, but I'm old and they know I don't care so it's different. I probably should search for my cat who escaped his leash and is having the time of his life under the house, but yesterday he came home by himself because he's the cleverest cat. I should be writing important emails but I don't want to

Anyway here's a time study of Lucifer Sam and Algie trying to fit in the same basket even though Algie now clearly has gotten too big:

#the struggle of being me #just me things

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adventuresofalgy · 2 years

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As the weather was a wee bit inclement, Algy’s friends decided that he should move indoors in order to enjoy his 10th Tumblr birthday party in greater comfort, and as darkness fell they presented him with a magnificent mound of chocolate brownies - one of his favourite treats - topped with 10 multicoloured candles, which he was thrilled to see had magical coloured flames.

Happy Birthday Algy!

🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍🎂😍

#Algy #photographers on tumblr #birthday candles #birthday cake #10th tumblr birthday #Algy's 10th birthday #tumblr birthday #adventures of algy #Happy Birthday Algy #original content

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novice-at-play · 6 years

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If my calculations are correct, it is now midnight in Scotland and that means…

Happy 6th Birthday to a wonderfully fluffy bird named Algy @adventuresofalgy!!!

Sweet Algy, I wish you as much joy, love and beautiful adventures as you have brought to my grandson!! He would rather go on adventures with you than to play with any of his electronic toys!! I’ll need to visit your store, again… he’s ready for more!! *BIG FLUFFY HUGS* to you and Jenny on your special day!! ~Angie & Jakob 😙💕🤗

(sorry for the blurry pictures, but an excited two year old doesn’t sit very still!!) 😂😉💕

#adventuresofalgy #photographers on tumblr #original photographers #jenny chapman #writers on tumblr #happy birthday algy!#3/13

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lovefromalgy · 2 years

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For the 10th Tumblr - Birthday for Algy my best wishes 💙💞💐🎉🎁 I hope the coming spring time will make Algy feel good🌳🌻

Algy’s kind friend @pangarina-angelin-a has just sent him this lovely set of images and birthday greeting, and Algy sends his very warmest thanks and lots of his fluffiest hugs in return 💕🤗😍

#pangarina-angelin-a #Algy #adventuresofalgy #flowers #donkey #duck #Algy's 10th birthday #10 years on tumblr #10th tumblr birthday #tumblr friends #thank you

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mellygregs · 7 years

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@adventuresofalgy @lovefromalgy it’s been a busy time recently so I hope that I’ve not missed your party. To celebrate here’s a quick quack snap I took today. March 2017.

#adventures of algy #algy's 5th birthday #photographers on tumblr #ducks

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062467 · 5 years

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wasn’t tagged by anyone, but I just felt like doing it cuz i’m bored

LAST:

1. Drink: water 2. Phone call: to my mom 3. Text message: “ok” - to my mom 4. Song you listened to: diamant byt rammstein 5. Time you cried: today

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: kinda 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: no 8. Been cheated on: i guess you could say that 9. Lost someone special: yes 10. Been depressed: yes 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: yes

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS:

12. black 13. red 14. i like orange lately

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes 16. Fallen out of love: yes 17. Laughed until you cried: yes! 18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah, it was fun 19. Met someone who changed you: oh hell yes 20. Found out who your friends are: i guess 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: yup

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: about half? 3/4? 24. Do you want to change your name: i wish, but sadly i can’t 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i honestly have no clue, but it sucked 26. What time did you wake up: 12 am 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: waking up 28. Name something you can’t wait for: my weight loss, rammstein shows 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a week ago 30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: date of birth maybe? 31. What are you listening right now: polish true crime channel 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: to a polish equivalent, yes 34. Most visited Website: tumblr and youtube

LOST QUESTIONS

35. Mole/s: got’em 36. Mark/s: yup 37. Childhood dream: being a work-from-home translator 38. Haircolour: natual light brown, currently red 40. Do you have a crush on someone: yes:) 41. What do you like about yourself: i’ve ran out of ideas smh 42. Piercings: currently have my ears pierced, medusa, left nostril, had: snakebites 43. Bloodtype: 0Rh- i think 44. Nickname: szymi, wbimek, bimbim and variations of these 45. Relationship status: single, but taken mentally for ever 46. Zodiac: pisces 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: dark 49. Tattoos: nauthiz and algis on my middle fingers, sasha velour on my left forearm 50. Right or left hand: right 51. Surgery: had one, when i was like 7, not srs 52. Hair dyed in different color: busted, im a redhead 55. Vacation: not a fan of trips tbh, i like to stay home 56. Pair of trainers: my favorites are ankle-high vans and adidas tubular, converse too

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: i love kasha with avocado, tomato and olive oil lately 58. Drinking: monster ultra white 59. I’m about to: go to buy monster ultra white 61. Waiting for: 9am, so i can go and run errands 62. Want: a normal sleep schedule 63. Get married: why not 64. Career: not sure, something related to german/english language

WHICH IS BETTER

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs 66. Lips or eyes: lips 67. Shorter or taller: taller, but idc honestly 68. Older or younger: older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: arms 71. Sensitive or loud: loud 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: troublemaker

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no 75. Drank hard liquor: yes 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes 77. Turned someone down: yes 78. Sex in the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: i don’t know, possibly 80. Had your heart broken: yes 81. Been arrested: no 82. Cried when someone died: yes 83. Fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: sometimes 85. Miracles: not really 86. Love at first sight: kinda 87. Santa Claus: never did 88. Kiss on the first date: yes? 89. Angels: not really

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: i don’t feel like i have one at the moment 91. Eyecolour: brown-green-yellowish 92. Favorite movie: se7en

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