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goodgrammaritan · 4 months
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Every Christmas my extended family has a theme for the meal. Usually it's pretty loose: brunch, heavy appetizers, etc. One year we did sliders (oh my god so much bread).
This year the theme was boards. Like charcuterie boards, but not just meats and cheeses.
And my family went HARD.
We had salmon with fried capers, flavored cream cheese, veggies, and rye bread. But apparently they don't make small rye breads anymore, so my uncle MADE HIS OWN miniature rye loaf.
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We had traditional charcuterie, but in the shape of Jesus on the cross, from my pastor dad (the "Lord Board"):
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We had homemade pinwheels from my food scientist cousin:
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We had dessert boards. One filled with stuff my grandma used to make, and one made to be a tower:
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We had a trip around Asia, with satay, kimbap, dumplings, and Korean ribs:
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We had a tamale Christmas tree (note the star-shaped bell pepper):
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We had Veggie Santa:
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And we had a National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation board:
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Asparagus tree, jelly of the month club jelly toppings, pool made of cream cheese with food coloring, flattened meat cat, a turkey neck ("Save the neck for me, Clark!"), and a light-up rice krispie treat house.
And then we had a committee give out Board Awards, because LOOK AT THE CREATIVITY!
And it all tasted AMAZING.
I love my family.
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sounds-of-some-day · 7 months
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Today I went to get new tires and they told me it was going to be a three hour wait 😞 so @final-girlboss and I jumped on the bus to a nearby shopping center to browse some stores and kill some time and we were in the Michael's, and we started talking about knitting, because I was supposed to learn how to knit over the summer but I didn't, and then she said I could learn to crochet instead, and I mentioned that I had heard that crocheting was even harder than knitting.
And this woman who overheard us jumped in and was like "Actually I think it's easier. I don't have the patience to learn how to knit, but I taught myself how to crochet from YouTube over the summer."
Then she apologized for jumping into our conversation, and I was like, not at all, please jump in!
She told me that she's a teacher and that she crocheted little turtles for each of her students, and she was just so very enthusiastic and encouraging about it.
And I just thought, this small little moment, this small connection that we made, her enthusiasm and support for someone interested in her craft, it really is what the human experience is all about.
Sometimes it can be really hard to remember, sometimes the world feels like a dark and scary place, but I think deep down, most people are really kind, and want to help, want to encourage, and just want to form a connection, no matter how brief and how small.
Anyway, I think I'll learn how to crochet, and it's all because of this delightful woman. I bet her students were really happy to receive their handcrafted turtle plushies. (And also, what an incredible thing for her to do).
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idhren · 2 years
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Women have authority. They do certain things. You check in with them. You ask their advice. You listen to them when they speak. This is normal. 
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ghostofabookworm · 1 year
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What is a story you'd love to tell but you've never gotten the opportunity?
I had to think a lot about this. I’d love to tell a happy story, because those are the ones I care about the most, but never get to tell because all of the bad stuff is more exciting. Also this is kinda long sry.
I grew up in St Louis (I don’t live there anymore though) and every year there they have this hot air balloon festival. It’s the most magical thing I’ve ever seen. All of the contestants in this race light their fires to blow up their balloons the night before and everyone gets to go see. It’s early fall in St Louis, so it’s still kinda warm at night, but then you walk into the field and the temperature just changes and you’re surrounded by these huge glowing balloons. Also, every year my mom, dad, and I (this was when my brother was a baby) each pick our favorite balloon. One of my favorite memories was this one year when I was pretty little (kindergarten? first grade?) and there was this balloon with a bunny head on the side. Now I loved bunnies, so naturally when I saw this balloon I got really excited and started jumping up and down and told my dad that it was my favorite - no other balloon could possibly be better. Well the guy whose balloon it was saw and thought this tiny red-haired girl who loved his balloon was adorable, and he offered to let me climb in the basket. Now idk if you’ve ever been in a hot air balloon, but the fires going above your head and it’s kinda the same feeling that you get in a blanket fort as a kid - like you’re on a different planet and nothing could possibly harm you. This guy also explained to me how the balloon worked, and I got to pull the cord to turn the fire on and off (you can turn it off for a minute when it’s blown up without it collapsing). It’s one of my few memories of when I was really little, and I mostly just remember how amazing it felt. And that’s the night I learned about hot air balloons. Also shoutout to the guy with the bunny balloon. Ik he’s probably not going to read this but you’re awesome tysm.
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chaoticsunshines · 2 years
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good evening to the absolutely lovely dominican lady who helped me find my bus stop and her ONLY
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clusterbungle · 2 months
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Green Day Crowd Singing Bohemian Rhapsody [Live in Hyde Park 2017]
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I've seen this before but damn if it isn't still one of my favourite things I've seen 🥹
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knifearo · 5 months
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being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one
#aromantic people are just sexy i'm not making the decisions here it's just facts#course ur hot as fuck. it came free with the aromanticism#being sexy is just default settings for aromantic people 👍#hope this all helps. anyway i'm on my 'i hope i die alone <3 i can't wait to die alone <3' kick rn#i think the existential fear that people have of Not Partnering specifically is so. well.#obviously that shit is strong and it is SO awesome to be free of it.#realizing you're aro and you don't Want a partner can be such a hit to the solar plexus#cause society says that's the only thing that'll make you happy. so either you go without that thing or you force yourself#into doing something you don't want which would make you unhappy anyway.#so you think it's a lose lose situation and you have to come to terms with what amatonormativity presents as the worst possible situation#but then! whoa! turns out personhood is inherently valuable in and of itself and romantic partnering is just a construct!#and that nightmare is now your life to do with as you please... define as you will... structure as you want...#best case scenario. is what i'm saying.#every day i wake up ready to spit all that amatonormative rhetoric back in life's teeth by being alone and being happy#and it's so fucking satisfying. every day.#fucking JUBILANT being by myself. and i love being a living breathing 'fuck you' to the romantic system#you need a partner to be happy? oh that's sooo fucking crazy guess i'll go be miserable then. in my perfect fucking dream life lmao#yeah obviously it's the worst possible outcome on earth to die without a partner. so terrible. can't wait for it :)#aromantic#aromanticism#aro positivity#aroace#arospec#sorry to bitches who are sad about not having a partner. i could not give a fuck though get better soon#you couldn't EVER pay me enough to go back to a mindset in which my inherent value wasn't enough by myself.#FUCK that shit. absolutely miserable and a bad life outlook in general. like genuinely do the work w/ amatonormativity and get better#life is something that can be so fulfilling whether someone wants to kiss you or whatever or not#i'm on antidepressants and i have people i care deeply about. what the fuck would i need a partner for lmao
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shrimpscrawling · 1 year
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I love my best friend. We’ve been thick as thieves for the last 16 years and just spent my 21st birthday drinking on a balcony in Prague. We had the realisation that in 16 years we’ve never argued. She says she’s only been mad at me twice and doesn’t even remember, now, what for. I’m so glad we’ve done all this together. When we were 6 we couldn’t have imagined that we’d be relaxing in a foreign county, reminiscing about our mothers, when they were our age. I love her. She loves me. I’m glad we experience this life together.
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mrgriffiths · 1 year
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Hello, how are you? ICould you pls tell me where can I watch Quartermain Adventure,I cant find it online.
thank you
Hi there. I'm doing well,hope you are doing just as fine. Unfortunately this movie could be found on ebay and Amazon only. Hope this helps ♡
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lazycranberrydoodles · 6 months
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everybody go home. this is my magnum opus
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norcumii · 4 months
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RexObiBingoSithAU
(re: this meme. Thank you for playing! And, er, sorry for the delay; it’s been a weird week)
*gleeful bounces* Ok, so! At one point I picked up a RexObi bingo card because that seemed like a neat challenge, started a whole lot of stories, and then Life got annoying and I haven’t finished any of them. Bethatasitmay, my chosen line for bingo had one stumper: Fake Relationship. It’s just not a thing that usually does anything for me, so I kept poking at it because while I could swap it out, I wanted the challenge.
Then I registered that I do very well with the tumbl meme where people send random combos of tropes and I have to mash them together. And here I had a whole bunch of random tropes! So I set my own personal challenge to use ALL the tropes in a row/column in one fic, because no one said I couldn’t and why not?
Which led me to smashing together: Fake Relationship, Undercover Missions, Alternate Universe, Body Swap, and Force Bonds. Obviously, Obi-Wan would have to body swap across universes into one where he was a Sith, and Sith!Obi-Wan was on some kind of undercover mission with Rex where they had to pretend to be in a relationship something something Force Bonds makes for better spies. Easy! :D
A sample, for your entertainment!
Obi-Wan did not expect to wake up. He lay in a bed for awhile, just absorbing the experience. The last thing he remembered was some high powered blaster shot – sniper rifle, most likely – knocking him off his eopie. It’d gotten him right under the arm, so if it hadn’t cauterized everything – those kinds of shots didn’t tend to – then it had to have severed the artery.
He’d had time to muse that it was a lovely kill shot, then he’d slid towards unconsciousness.
There had been the vague impression of voices, for an impossibly long moment. Rather reminded him of that hazy nightmare on Mortis, but at least two of those three people were dead.
As he should be, but instead he was waking up, not in pain. Quite comfortable, truth be told, and he felt energized for the first time in...years. Rather a lot of years.
He shoved that notion away as quick as he could, as reality settled in slowly, exaggerating the sensation of a lazy holiday morning. Even with his eyes closed, Obi-Wan could pinpoint a hotel room. Mid-range, given the slight hum of noise dampeners keeping the outside well away. The one sheet and one thicker blanket had that crisp, not-quite-floral smell of many trips through the sonics, and the abundance of pillows had a range of fluffiness no single being would ever bother to stock.
There was also someone in the bed with him, and that was the biggest shock so far. It had been a long time since he’d shared a bed with anyone, and he couldn’t recall the last time it wasn’t for a mission.
Whoever they were, they were also a very precise distance away, the way one did when sharing with someone one didn’t like.
Not as foreboding as the whole possibly dead thing, but it didn’t strike him as good news.
“Sir,” a terrifyingly familiar voice declared from that precise distance next to him, “you said you wanted an oh-seven-hundred wake up call.”
Obi-Wan bolted upright, shocked awake in the way only a sudden hit of adrenaline and old trauma could manage. The man next to him sat up as well, eyeing him warily. “Everything all right, sir?”
There were so many things wrong about the situation that Obi-Wan didn’t even know where to start. The room looked close enough to a hotel room as to not matter – still wasn’t the desert. The man next to him was indisputably a clone, and while his Force presence was shielded better than Obi-Wan had ever encountered, he was fairly certain this was Captain Rex. However, Captain Rex looked young, with less scarring than he’d expect – there was no evidence of the sniper shot that had almost taken him down on Saleucami.
And he was also staring at the Captain’s chest in a way that was perhaps neither reasonable nor civilized, but it was a nice expanse of chest.
That was another significant oddity: Obi-Wan felt young – no, he felt hale in ways he hadn’t for quite some time, like he hadn’t been ground down by years of injuries and war and all the horror following the extinction of the Jedi.
He certainly didn’t feel dead. Obi-Wan scrubbed his face, hoping for some clarity, but he only found more mysteries. He was clean-shaven – it had been literal years since that last happened – and his hair was long, back down to his shoulders again. Back to the brighter auburn it had been years ago as well, which also made no sense.
He had no idea what was going on.
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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months
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Dp x dc twin au where Danny and Damian were in fact conjoined/siamese twins, but the most dangerous type - one head, two bodies.
Their early removal from talia being because their shape would not have allowed for natural birth, they were written off but talia begged for the chance to send them off in the lazarus pit.
By some bizarre miracle, before she turned to leave, two small bodies bobbed to the surface - identical in every way, except for the eyes. The previous blue eyes now split in two, one left, one right, and the new eyes, pit created, a bright green.
She took her child, her two children, and together, they survived.
Being removed prematurely, their early years were tough, but soon they blossomed into promising heirs for the league. In sync with every step, the closest of brothers, the league was certain the old fairy tale of twins being telepathic had been granted by the pit that separated them, the remnants of being born as one mind, one brain, one skull.
But then Danny had to flee, and leave his other half behind. Stretched by distance for the first time, the bond grew thin and stretched, and Damian grieved his brother as dead. When he started being sent on public missions, he hid his distinctive heterochromia, choosing the green in memory of the pit that had given him and his brother life.
Danny, hiding his pit aura in the ocean's worth that was Amity park, took to blue, the colour that he and Damian were born with.
Damian moves to Gotham, and continues to mourn his brother as dead, right until one day when he is twelve, when he learns what the death of your other half truly feels like.
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Their reunion is a thing of family legend. Violence runs hot in both bloodlines, ghosts are highly emotional and prone to fighting a the drop of a hat for bonding, playing, testing, every reason under the green sun. Their training and play often consisted of friendly spars, competitive spars, furious spars, venting spars. Both have been exposed to unhealthy amounts of ecto since before their birth.
There is a long, long minute of staring, before they rip themselves away and lunge at each other like wolves.
The bat family are horrified by their brutally efficient youngest suddenly barreling towards a clone (?) and trying to claw his throat open with his bare hands while openly sobbing.
It ends with them wrapped around each other crying into the others shoulder as their minds finally meet again and relax from the painful stretch for the first time in years.
But nobody else has any idea what to do.
#Idk I just really like slightly codependent twins#Talia and ras had to put so much work in to prevent them from developing separation anxiety like dogs from the same litter#Also I like Damian thinking Danny is dead until he very abruptly finds out he is now via soul mate agony. Someone did a fic with that idea#It was really good. Let's dial it up to eleven#Danny and Damian having different eye colour and it being the fault of Damian's extra exposure to the pit is awesome too#But I wanted to see if there was a way they could both have the same eyes. Well. Close enough.#Same eyes + twin telepathy + the birth complications people like to give Danny = siamese twins#Also the portal accident happens two years early so there's that#I can't decide whether I want the first meeting to be alive Danny or dead Phantom#Or whether it be a summoning or something#I just need Damian and Danny to lay eyes on each other and immediately go feral#They still don't want to share a room though#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny and damian are twins#twins#twin au#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#dc x dp crossover#It's not like telepathy it's more if one twin has seen it so has the other#It's not conscious on their part. They don't choose to share things usually. It's been that way since they were born.#That's what they think twins are for the longest time until talia realises and explains#Ras genuinely thinks Danny died because of how devastated Damian was and how he stopped knowing things he shouldn't#1k
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cowboythewizard726 · 29 days
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beautiful orc girl leed helllOOOOO beautiful leed alert oh my GOD she's so cool WOOAHHHH beautiful siilly girl she was really pretty and awesome and so kind i think shes wonderful and there should be a statue made just for her thats really big and in the center of everything and she should get anything she wants ever smile face
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wikoymi · 2 months
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again trying to translate how they look in my mind into art ft. komahina shower brainworms
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Happy lesbian visibility week and autism acceptance month to Ayda Aguefort by the way
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I’ve been highly confused as to why Michael “deeply openly thirsting on Twitter about David Tennant for half a decade” Sheen is half-in half-out the closet but apparently Wales is absurdly homophobic lmao what the fuck how is a country the size of New Jersey that much of a hater bruh we out number the shit out of you
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