#Destionations

[ohlookanothercartoontofallinto]

People I've met: Oh my gosh your so wise!

Me: No I'm not, I just learned how to say that ideas stupid nicely.

#what is wisdom #if not explianing to someone that is a horrible idea and your overthing things #like you really about to tell me You about to make a important destion that could destroy life #on only 3 hours of sleep not on my watch

[emmyblubonic]

don't you love it when some random fellow comes out of nowhere and TAKES OVER YOUR BRAIN

yea that happened with this guy

#ill pull a dalmer on you guys #complete goober #I LOVE HIM RAAAAA #bob velseb my boy #remember that bit in final destion when agent shrek was talking to alex and then alex randomly goes #i think alex said something like that idk but i thought it was a little neat bit to share #comfort characters #comfort character

[solotraveladventures]

#traveldestionations #14 travel destionations #solotraveladventures #soloriderz #solotravel #traavel

[dubaitourvisa]

All About Dubai Garden Glow: Winter Wonderland

Looking for fun things to do during the cooler months? How about a visit to Dubai Garden Glow ice park? Our guide contains everything you need to know. Contact us now.

#dubaitourvisa #dubaigardenglow #icepark #dubaigarden #glowicepark #visittodubai #advenuture #travel #tourisum #tourist #destionation #dubailife #dubai #uae

[dayexpeditions]

⏳En el tiempo de los Incas existió una gran red de caminos y uno principalmente llamado Qhapaq Ñan, estos unían los territorios del Imperio Inca para atravesar la accidentada geografía de los andes, se construyeron Puentes Colgantes hechos de fibras vegetales, esta compleja tecnología se ha transmitido de generación en generación y existe un único puente que se ha renovado anualmente hasta el día de hoy por más de 500 años uniendo el pasado con el futuro; Ubicado sobre el Río Apurímac a 3700 metros sobre el nivel del mar, se encuentra Q’eswachaka el último Puente Colgante Inca, donde cada año más de 1000 personas de cuatro comunidades se reúnen para renovar sus estructuras, este ritual ancestral fue reconocido en el año 2013 por la UNESCO como Patrimonio Cultural Inmaterial de la Humanidad. Cruzarlo es como Retroceder en el Tiempo. #queswachaca #cusco #incabridge #destions #visitperu #southamerica (en Puente Queswachaca) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cix6dCdpiVv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#queswachaca #cusco #incabridge #destions #visitperu #southamerica

[traveltourguide]

#travel destinations #travel destinatios 2022 #travel destionation 2022 #travel #travel guide #travel tips #travel agency #travel blog #tour and travel #tour #Tourism #travelling #tourism 2022 #tourist #Tour Guide

[jonphaedrus]

why i hate bowling (and how this resulted in me suplexing a child into a trash bin full of water)

i wasn’t going to tell a story tonight but then i rediscovered a draft of storify tweets from my since-deleted for threatening my friends with crimes so i will instead tell the story about why i absolutely hate bowling, with my entire heart and soul, to a degree that is both irrational and probably unhealthy.

first of all, i love sock puppets. so jot that down. sock puppets are fucking rad. there is something about putting your hand in a sock and pretending to talk with it that is just so...so soothing. like making a little clay dude. 

second of all, i have a junior black belt in karate. as a child i was small, fast, angry, and just full of seething, roiling violence and rage.

third of all, i was not informed i was neurodivergent until i was 16. thanks, court mandated medical care!

so once upon a time in the tender grasp of 6th grade (age 12) before i did stupid things like “skiing accident” and “put my foot through a wall slip on a dog bed give myself a quite significant head injury by levering backwards without a counterbalance headfirst into a wooden floor like one of those drinky birds but in reverse and with exponential force compressed onto it” i was informed we were going to go on a field trip.

look, i’m from austin, texas. there are three field trips in austin, texas. you go to the alamo, you go to nasa, or you go to the bob bullock museum of texas history. sometimes, if you’re really lucky you go to galveston or something, but that’s almost never going to happen. it’s just alamo/nasa/bob bullock/alamo on repeat. you don’t just remember the alamo, you’ve got rocks stuck in your shoes from the alamo and you horrify your friends and get in trouble with the teachers by being a child with a hyperfixation special interest in davy crocket and giving graphic details about jim bowie’s death that, frankly, 5th graders should probably not be exposed to.

in 6th grade, we were told we were getting a very special reward: a NEW FIELD TRIP DESTINATION. and not just ANY field trip destionation—no! we were going to go to one of the best art museums in the city to make SOCK PUPPETS as a part of an art installation. WHO DOESNT WANT TO DO THIS? THIS IS SO FUCKING COOL.

6th grade cisboys obviously do not want to do this. art museums are for girls or weird kids and sock puppets are for babies.

well, fuck that: i wanted to make sock puppets. i got so excited. i picked my favorite pair of turtle socks to turn into puppets and brought them along on our hour-long bus ride, practically vibrating in my seat like oh yeah oh fuck oh yeah oh fuck im gonna get to make TURTLE SOCK PUPPETS it was going to be the highlight of my LIFE

so our bus finally parks and im like “wait. this isnt...the museum” and then my 6th grade english teacher, whom i loathed for so many good reasons but mostly that he was one of Those english teachers who would reply “i don’t know, CAN you?” if you asked him if you could go to the bathroom, etc, popped out on the front of the bus

“surprise!” he announced, practically radiating sunshine rainbows and like whatever it is that makes annoying grammar nerds decide that they need to grow up and become a heinous 6th grade english teacher that bullies neurodivergent kids with trauma, “i was KIDDING! we were never going to go make SOCK PUPPETS at that stupid ART MUSEUM! that’s KID STUFF. we’re going BOWLING with a PIZZA PARTY!!!”

like any neurodivergent child who has just had their entire day’s plan and all their hopes and dreams ripped from them, i immediately tackled him and gnawed his hands and feet off, stuck them on pikes, and paraded them around the bowling alley as a lesson to all those who should cross me.

no i didn’t do that: i cried for a while and then sucked it up and determined that i was going to have a good time anyway. despite the fact that a) i already hated bowling and was demonstrably bad at it b) couldn’t wear bowling shoes because of my orthodics c) couldn’t eat any of the pizza party pizza anyway because my mother is chabadnik and kept strict kosher d) as a chabadnik kid i was wearing a floor-length skirt which really isn’t conducive to bowling and e) I HAD FUCKING WANTED TO MAKE FUCKING SOCK PUPPETS.

anyway. there was this guy. who i had a crush on. and everyone knew i had a crush on him, including him. his name was grey (not some 50 shades of grey thing, really) and he got someone to come get me and was like hey grey wants to talk to youuuuu~~~~~~ and i was like oh (gasp) (blush) (sputter) he does???

so i went over to talk to him like hee hee hi grey hee hee and it turned out he’d just wanted to ask me some inane question and i was understandably let down and went back to my friends like w/e it’s just stupid boys shit™

only

when i arrived back at my friends

everyone was laughing at me.

which was like. not an entirely unexpected turn of events. i broke my nose twice that year. i kicked over an entire jar of soy wax candle onto my ankle and got a 2nd degree burn. i was, in general, a very weird, unmedicated, undiagnosed, orthodox jewish child with too much energy and a penchant for starting fights. getting laughed at was kind of par for the course.

only people kept laughing at me until one of my friends realized as i turned around what they’d done to me, because one of his friends had taped a sign to my back that said “I AM A STUPID BITCH”

texas public school says “we didn’t see this happen, we can’t do anything about it, not our problem!” so of course i hate bowling now. but this is not where this ended, oh no. because i had been tried. i had been bullied by this same kid all year and nobody would do shit about it. i could not stop him. i could not get teachers to intervene.

which is fine.

because, you see, if you give a furious small child with a black belt in karate and an unusually early growth spurt four months to plan, that small child with a black belt in karate and an unusually early growth spurt will bide their time, and wait, patiently, for the stars to align and the ultimate moment of vengeance to arrive.

you see, texas schools do this thing. at the end of may for the end of the school year, they have a track and field day. it’s different for every school—some of them do races, some of them have big tug of war and different sports for different grades. some are organized. some are chaotic nightmares.

my school was a chaotic nightmare of a place. they simply booted all of us outside in a normal 100f/37c day to get our energy out by running about, playing minimally policed “sports” and generally make a nuisance of ourselves outside, rather than indoors.

that year it was particularly hot, probably closer to 110f/40c than not, so they left out these big trash bins of water for people to stick their heads in or get buckets to pour over them to cool off. i had no sports i could play (see: floor length skirt, and also, you know, the eds kinds of makes it difficult to do shit) so rather than get involved in something to burn out my energy...i waited.

i waited through the semi-organized sports of the morning. i waited through our indoors luncheon. i waited until the free for all of the afternoon, when teachers were not paying attention.

i waited until the kid who had decided that it would be sooooo funny to tape a sign about how much of a bitch i was because i had a harmless crush on his friend to my back was playing volleyball. invested. entranced.

i went and got a trash bin of water, probably taller than i was, weighing at least triple what i did (i was a pound per inch until i was 13, so i was 63in tall and 63lbs at that time) and i dragged it down the hill. i dragged it over to the volleyball court. i opened the lid. i placed it, strategically, behind me.

there sat the subject of my ire. playing volleyball. he had not noticed me. every other kid had noticed me. his friends did not take me seriously. i was two twigs stuck together with sticky tac. what was i going to do to him?

well, see, they didn’t know i did karate.

i walked up behind the kid, calmly, cool as you please, grabbed him around the waist—

—and suplexed him backwards upside-down headfirst into the trash bin full of water and dropped him into it. and then i shut the lid on him as he tried to get turned around and spluttering, dusted my hands off, and walked away.

we ended up going to the same high school, and he saw me literally one time in the hallways and ran away so fast i would’ve thought he’d just been recognized by his unfinished homework or the three girls he was cheating on because he was football team quarterback. he did that for two years. literally never came within 20ft of me. fucking terrified of me.

anyway, that’s why i hate bowling. and is also the story of the time i suplexed a kid backwards into a trashcan full of water.

#this is a stable writing tag

[tobiasdrake]

All or nothing. Either this works, or we just made things a lot worse. Again.

Here he comes. Everyone be ready if this turns ugly. We've never even tried to fight something that huge and hopefully we won't have to but violence is a party crasher sometimes. It doesn't care if it's invited; It shows up wherever it wants.

Look at that, Garl. All he needed was for someone, just once in his life, to be kind to him. And that someone was you. I was over here preparing to jab my staff in his eye until right this moment, but you were like, "Here, have some bread and be welcomed." You did it, man.

Ever since childhood, Garl's greatest aspiration was to one day set eyes on the Sleeper. That was it. That's all he wanted. He was fascinated by the legend and just wanted to see the Sleeper for himself. Just once.

This is so far above and beyond his life's goal. Look at what you did, Garl. And be proud of it.

Garl is great at naming things. He gave us Mirth. He gave us Kiln Mountain. (In more ways than one because he reshaped a geographic feature to make this happen.) I'm sure whatever he comes up with for you, it will be perfect.

Ho-oly shit, that made me cry again. I was not prepared for such an emotional answer. A little bit of kindness really can change a life.

...well, they can't all be winners. He's had to name a lot of things in his life.

Reaching for the stars with that request. As well you should.

This is it. We really are at the end of the line. Today is the last day of Garl's life. He will not see another sunrise. He'll be buried in the shade of our very first blasphemy: Those cookies he'd bake from the willow's sap.

Yeah, buddy. And this time, we get to do it at our own leisure, rather than rushing to our destionation.

It's pretty incredible.

He's on his deathbed, Zale. I think he can use what's left of his energy for whatever he wants at this point. He has minutes left.

Go ahead, man. It's okay. Close your eyes and try to be comfortable. Your time is up. You don't have to fight it anymore. Let these last moments be about you.

Violent retribution? Because that's on the docket no matter what. Call me Dweller of Grief because as soon as we leave Mooncradle, I'm going to go World Eater on Aephorul's entire timeline.

Travel, nothing. I'm going to hit the Sea of Stars like the flood that Mesa Island needed protection from. There's gonna be rising sea levels in the cosmos itself from my fury alone.

...nobody tell the sky council that I said that.

Violent retribution. You know me so well. I don't care of Erlina is the most powerful solar mage who ever lived; There isn't a celestial body in the sky that can protect them from my grief.

It's okay, man. You've done enough. You've done more than could ever be asked of you. Your fight is over. Try to enjoy your rest.

For the rest of us, there are only two things left to do. First, we grieve.

Then, we rage.

We have an apocalyptic promise to keep. Some people manage their feelings by bottling them up, so they don't have to feel so raw. I don't have a bottle to use. What I have is more like a grenade.

I am going to put my feelings into this jar and when we find Erlina and Aephorul, I am going to shake it up and smash it open on the ground beneath their feet.

#sea of stars #drake plays sea of stars #everything i see is grief #everything i vow is blood

[yuauaua]

Oc Questionnaire!

ty for tagging me @machinegrl !

Name: florian rowen

Nickname(s): fishbrain

Gender: female

Star Sign: idkkk something water related

Height: 180 cm / 5'10

Orientation: biggest lesbian ever

Nationality: i dont know exactly, prob a mix of euro and south asian

Favorite Fruit: mangos

Favorite Season: summer

Favorite Flower: moonflowers because they remind her of her beloved

Favorite Scent: the sea salt in the ocean

Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate: hot chocolate, she hates bitter foods

Average hours of sleep: 8 hours

Dogs or Cats: doesn't care about either, she likes seadragons though

Dream Trip: she travels a lot so she doesn't have a favorite destionation, but she loves being in the ocean

Number of Blankets: zero

Random Fact: shes owned many boats but somehow figures out how to wreck all of them

im not sure who to tag since im unsure if everyone has done them, so i tag everyone who sees this!

#yua: florian #yua: oc lore #tag game

[ultearlight]

So ive just started Malevolent and either im a genius or its supposed to be obvious but anytime John notices something thats hidden theres a dice rolling sound, and when Arthur makes a snap destion theres s coin toss sound

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #i was thinking how much it sounded like a video game #and then i thought of dnd #and i was like oooooo that sound is a dice roll #mostly making this post so if it becomes a major plot point later ill have proof i knew

[antonplushedits]

Anton plush and Peppino plush at SSBM Final Destionation.

#antonblast #anton #plush #pizza tower #peppino #ssbm #super smash bros melee #my edit

[vullcanica]

I'm thinking about Nik's runes and the very canon fact that he once tried to make himself a teleportation rune only to fuck it up so badly he ended up with an uncloseable portal that atomizes everything that's even remotely near its radius. It doesn't even fucking lead anywhere, it just instakills you. Destionation: Death. And he has to BE in its radius to cast it.

Anyway, he named it Abyss and uses it as a final 'fuck us both' resort.

#𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 ‒ nikodemus ║ MUSINGS #he's a neat little bastard unafraid to die and take anything and everything down with him #one of his charms i think

[theendofthefworld-rpg]

THE END OF THE FUCKING WORLD

PRÉSENTATION DES FACTIONS.

Yo tous.tes les gens!

Des nouveautés sur TEOTFW.

Après une période de ralentissement non-volontaire, la construction du projet reprend! Si le design, les éléments graphiques ainsi que le codage sont presque ENTIÈREMENT terminé (et on remercie @tiababylo pour son engagement et son magnifique travail - for real, vous êtes pas prêt.e.s à tant de BEAUTÉ), la rédaction des annexes et des ressources sont encore en cours de création, mais nous sommes optimistes à compléter le tout très rapidement.

Pour vous, aujourd’hui, une présentation sommaire des FACTIONS dans laquelle vos personnages pourront évolués. Bien évidemment, ses groupes ne sont pas à l’abri des enjeux de survie et chaque groupe pourrait voir son avenir (et survie) à jamais changer par les actions posées en jeu. Eh oui, sur le forum vous êtes MAÎTRE de votre destion (mais surtout, responsable de vos décisions).

Description partielle, vous pourrez en découvrir DAVANTAGE dans les annexes prévues à cet effet. Encore une fois, on remercie le travail de @tiababylo dans la rédaction et création de ses groupes. Un énorme merci également à @reyes pour la relecture.

On vous laisse découvrir!

Et à trèèèèès bientôt.

→ la FEDRA.

Organisme gouvernemental, vestige et ruine de ce qu'était le gouvernement américain, c'est l'autorité en place depuis l'établissement de la loi Marshall et la création des Zones de Quarantaines. Militaires, scientifiques, citoyen.ne.s, iels sont tous rallié.e.s derrière les ruines du gouvernement.

→ les CIVILES.

Habitant.e.s de Zone de Quarantaine ou encore d'autres communautés, iels sont ce qu'il y a de plus commun dans ce monde où tout est prompt à la violence.

→ les LUCIOLES.

Organisme en combat direct avec la FEDRA, dont l'objectif principal est de trouver un vaccin au virus ayant causé la pandémie mais également de bousculer l'état Marshall imposé sur les Etats-Unis, en venant chercher des noises à la FEDRA.

→ les habitant.e.s de JACKSON CITY.

Communauté implantée dans le coeur du Wyoming, il s'agit d'un groupe auto-suffisant, possédant leurs propres champs et leur propre bétail afin de faire perdurer la vie, en plus de l'utilisation d'une centrale hydroélectrique qui est un atout non négligeable.

→ les SOLITAIRES.

Vagabond.e.s ayant décidé que la vie seul.e était préférable à rejoindre un groupuscule et accepter des idéologies pas forcément similaires, iels parcourent les villes et les villages, les terres et les campagnes, essayent de survivre du mieux qu'iels le peuvent.

→ les CROTALES.

Groupe réputé pour sa violence, originaire de Santa Barbara, il constitue un groupe de bandits des grands chemins, terrorisant les petites villes et petites communautés, saccageant tout sur leur passage.

→ les WLF.

Organisme ayant pris possession des territoires de la FEDRA à Seattle, c'est un groupuscule ayant décidé de se dessouder du groupe originel pour pouvoir rejoindre le Wyoming.

→ les SÉRAPHITES.

Les Séraphites sont un groupe de survivant.e.s réunis autour d'un culte fait à une prêtresse. Culte religieux visant à renier les technologies les plus modernes et revenir à un mode de vie plus primitif. Agriculture, chasse, pêche, ce sont des valeurs qu'iels portent avec elleux, en plus de cette violence exacerbée qui se retrouve dans nombre de leurs méthodes.

→ les LOST BOYS.

Enfants esseulés par les tords de la FEDRA, les Lost Boys sont un groupe de jeunes adultes et adolescent.e.s ayant eu leurs rêves brisés par la FEDRA. Des ancien.ne.s étudiant.e.s derrière les bancs militaires de l'organisme fédéral qui croient en une vie meilleure, un monde meilleur. (minimum 21 ans)

#forum rpg #forumactif #forum francophone #Forum Français #Forum Post-Apo #forum the last of us #the last of us #tlou

[awesomephd]

Watching Through My Collection: Day 15/36

Final Destination 5 (2011)

Day 14 / Day 16

It's like suddenly talking to someone you went to school with for years growing up but had never actually spoken to until well in your 20's.

Final Destination was one of those series I said I was too freaked out about to ever watch, but when I started watching them as an adult I realized I had actually seen the first three in their entirety. I even remember making fun of the trailer for this movie when I was at the age to think CGI blood splatters were the final descent of cinema into trash and complaining about it made me cool.

I know it's essentially The Big Twist that this movie was actually a prequel; taking place before the events of the first movie and ending with that movie's big explosion, but I'm of the mind that knowing first made it more fun. There were hints and references throughout that were fun to catch once I knew what I was looking for. (And the fact that Sam works at the same restaurant they get killed at in Paris at the end of Final Destionation 1 is just chef's kiss. 💋👌)

As for the effects I so vividly remember mocking? Honestly, not half bad. Nothing was distracting from the weight of the deaths- except perhaps when Candace fails her gymnastics check and crumbles like a bag of pretzel sticks.

Some of the viscera in a few scenes did get to me tho. °~°

I also actually liked a lot of the characters too. I remember that two of the Final Destination movies were about highschoolers because they felt like making the victims complete strangers limited how emotional the deaths felt, and this movie felt almost similar. Instead of a highschool, everyone knows each other from work at an office- which might as well be highschool for adults. (There's even the Teen Movie scene when the hot girl gets dropped off late by her latest fling in his heavy metal van.)

Overall, this movie was a ton of fun now that I've had a decade to develop a stronger stomach and the ability to laugh off the deaths. The deaths themselves were really nicely built up too and I liked the variety in how long they'd linger on things to keep it fresh without getting repetitive.

Also, Tony Todd's part is always a treat!

#nick is a dangerous man #collection reviews #final destination 5 #final destination 5 2011 #final destination

[islamic-reminders]

The believers are only those who, when Alläh is mentioned, feel a fear in their hearts and when His Verses (this Qur'ân) are recited unto them, they (i.e. the Verses) increase their Faith; and they put their trust in their Lord (Alone);

Do our hearts tremble when we hear Allah (SwT)'s Name? When the Qur’Ân is being recited? His Orders and Commands?

Our hearts should tremble in fear since we don't know our final destionation: Hell-Fire or Paradise... this should make us more observant to Allah (SwT)'s Commands, instead of ignoring them day in and day out... we hope that all of us enter the Paradise with His (SwT)'s Mercy.

May Allah (SwT) guide us all to His True Path of Islam. Ameen 🤲

A reminder to myself first and foremost.

#ameen #islam #islamicreminder #ramadan #kindness islam #dua

[coldsteel1]

This was the most amazing dream I've ever had.

It was a video game, but not at the same time. I was the strongest at the moment. There were 2 sides. One side wanted chaos, and all the players had special abilities. I could see the future, but it was vague like riddles. One had the power to rewind time but only for 5 seconds with a cool down of 20 seconds enough to save a life. That was this run. After the game played out, it would reset and everyone would get different abilities. The only exception was the main chaos leader.

There was a previous run where I had the time ability. The leader who wants chaos had a plan but was waiting for the right people to get the right roles. And this was the closest it has ever been to his perfect plan. There were even a few that were meant to be the main characters, the ones destion to change the tide for the game.

One was markiplier, and you could not record the game. Only stream it. For some reason, Mark had me as his guide and we did well so far. Having epic fights, and I was powerful and had a good ability so I was good to have. However, the chaos bringer wanted my role on his side, so he tried to temp me.

Me and Mark battled in the seas, space, and even a dumb verson of hell. I can't remember what Mark's power was, but there were multiple areas where we both had to work together. You could also get coins and store them, your ability could charge on its own, but coins makes it charge faster/instantly. The coins could also it be used for trading/shopping.

When we left the game somehow we were near my parents' place in the real world, both of us, so me and Mark when to go see them. When we got outside, everything was ice and snow, and we still had our game outfit. I had a flashback to how this area/bridge was made it used to be grass. The game was starting to affect real life.

One on the chaos side had frozen powers. I was still able to find my parents after trudging through the snow we were in my old neighborhood I remembered all the signs and roads i was able to find my parents and others from the town they were all in a big group together. we remarked how this was like the game. Before this run the game had never affected the real world.

#dream journal