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The oldest known instance of the "Cool S" symbol, a sigil of unknown origin, found on a Viking runestone dated to the tenth century AD.
This glyph has persisted through millennia and is still widely seen today. Scholars believe its origin is unrelated to the letter S, and that it may have originally been part of a religious ritual.
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AITA for snapping at a friend?
Posting for an unbiased opinion. I have this friend (both M, both minors, same age) that I've known since we were babies. We've always been pretty close, and we've always been somewhat competitive, but not in a toxic way, really.
One thing we share is that we both LOVE animals. Neither of us had a pet when we were younger, but we've spent a lot of time talking about what we want and trying to convince our parents for pets, but they wanted us to grow and prove responsibility first.
Knowing this, you could see how exciting it was when a few months ago my Grandpa (who is a zoologist) took us both to get our first pets. It seems unrelated, but it's relevant to know that we both now have the experience and bond with them.
Early last week, I lost my rat. Vet says there was nothing I could have done different, it was an injury he couldn't heal from, but it's taken a toll on me. He wasn't even very old, and I've been feeling awful!
My little guy was buried in a little cemetery for pets, and I took him there on my own to bury (it was safe for me to go alone, don't worry!) and just kinda... sit. I needed to process this, I've never dealt with the death of a pet before. He wasn't my first to get, but my first to lose. While I was there, my friend showed up, and I snapped at him. All of his pets are fine, and I didn't even tell him I was going since I wanted some alone time, so it felt like he was there just to brag!
Over the last few weeks our competitiveness has gotten a bit more like a rivalry, I guess, and he's been able to "beat" me in everything! He's doing better at things I even started on first! Before we were about even, so this change had really gotten on my nerves.
Now, I honestly don't think I'm the asshole here, since I'm still dealing with the loss of my rat, but my Gramps says I need to apologize. Whatever. Smell ya later!
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ai-dream · 16 hours
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unorcadox · 2 days
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As the world outside crumbles and cracks, your dreams are all you have left
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thatsbelievable · 2 days
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Much as different birds have different names for their flocks, such as a gaggle of geese or a murmuration of starlings, the size of the grouping also has unique adjectives. A murder of crows can range from first to third degree, and a groping of tits can be gentle or ravenous depending on how many tits, titmice or chickadees are present.
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theminecraftbee · 9 hours
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Wels hums as he walks through the shopping district. He doesn't need much, but with the recent release of Overlord, he wants to hear if any of the establishments are playing it. He doesn't expect it somewhere like the Permit Office--Grian's spent too much time and money getting a song that was as perfectly annoying to be put on hold to as possible--and if it is playing in the log shop, he will laugh. But music tends to spread around Hermitcraft fast, and sure, this isn't about anything specific, but who's gonna miss a good opportunity to dunk on Doc?
He hears the backing beats from a nearby shop and hums along with them, walking down the path--
--then turns a corner and leaps back.
"You," Wels hisses.
Hello. Awfully rude of you not to include me, you know, says the specter.
"No, there's absolutely no reason for you to be here. None at all!" Wels says, throwing his hands up. "The last time I saw you was--gosh, I don't even know. Season Seven?"
Yes, yes, and the only time you saw me, you aren't lying to yourself at all, the specter says agreeably. Come on. We both know I was haunting you for what little of Season Eight you bothered to be around for.
"If you were on Eight then you super shouldn't be here," Welsknight says. He shakes his head and looks up at the shop playing his song. Joel's? Huh. Wouldn't have thought he'd have a reason to make fun of Doc. Welsknight removes his shaking hand from his sword hilt again and starts walking.
On account of you leaving everyone there to die, yes, we're both aware, the specter says.
"Oh, screw you, you wouldn't have done any different, get new material," Wels says. "Also, you aren't real? You're like, all of my insecurities or whatever. You don't even have a real body right now, no one's made you one."
The specter shrugs. I mean, if I'm the worst parts of yourself, really, you're the one who needs better material. Abandoning all your friends to die and then abandoning them altogether--it's a wonder they let you stick around!
Wels rolls his eyes and forces his hand to stay out of his inventory. Wouldn't do to give away that still even gets him. He peaks at another shop. They're playing the song too, but it's ever-so-slightly out of sync, which is kind of terrible. As he does, Cleo waves at him. Their eyes sort of stutter right past Helsknight, which definitively tells him exactly how much body the specter even has to possess right now.
"I'm actually having a great time with my friends this season, so like, the whole 'abandonment' song and dance isn't going to work this time. Started the season with them and everything; hard to even go for 'they'll forget me at the first opportunity' or whatever."
The thing is, the more Wels says it, the more its true. None of the insecurities and pain points that the specter is echoing back at him are what he was actually thinking about. He's been like... fine? Sure, he's definitely still got repressed negative traits, but nothing like "Xisuma's evil twin brother playing around with his head" or "the moon crashing and killing everyone" or "too depressed and burnt out to get out of bed" or "sort of considering abandoning everyone because that's like, his thing" these days. None of the things that should bring the specter that had haunted him since Beef's cloning machine back to him without a body. But Wels is careful about clones outside of something like Vault Hunters, where they're explicitly under his control. He, like, doesn't even armor stand much. So that can't be this either; Helsknight clearly doesn't have a body to be messing with Wels yet!
...Helsknight doesn't even have a body or an actual insecurity to be poking at Wels with yet.
He stops. He puts his hands in his pockets, and turns around to face Helsknight. He is no longer shaking at all.
"Dude, why are you even here?" Wels asks.
I told you, it was rude to leave me out, Helsknight says.
"What," Wels says.
The final bars of Overlord play over the speakers. Welsknight hums and nods before it suddenly clicks.
"What," Wels says again.
Honestly, you're not normally this much of a moron. It was rude to leave me out. Rapping is also my thing.
"Dude," Wels says.
I could totally destroy Docm77 any day. I would obliterate the fool you call a "friend" in ways you cannot comprehend. You invoke a sacrificial goat? I know ways he'd never recover, gods he'd never be able to retrieve himself from. It would be laughable. And you left me out.
Wels stares at the demon from his nightmares.
"You're mad at me because you didn't get to be in my diss track," Wels says.
You let me be in the last one, Helsknight says.
"Dude," Wels says. "Dude, that's pathetic."
Helsknight sniffs. I'm your worst qualities. What does that say about you.
"I didn't even write this for this season," Wels says.
That makes it worse, Helsknight says.
"I don't even know where to start? For one--no, I still don't even know where to start," Wels says. "This is like, the lamest reason you could possibly have to come haunt me. Go away, I'm basking in my like, top 3 charting hit on the Hermitcraft server."
Top three? Pathetic. There are only three songs. You'd be the top song if you'd simply included my power, Helsknight says.
"I can't beat the streaming minutes Grian puts on that hold--look, uh, dude. You're, uh, a very scary representation of my fears and worst qualities and all. Appreciate that. Next time I need to do a diss track, I don't know, maybe I'll invite you? First you've got to stop appearing solely to make my life worse, though. Bring me a cookie or something. I don't know, whatever demons do."
I'm not a demon, I'm a Shadow. We're different, Helsknight says. ...I'll think about it.
When Wels turns the next corner, Helsknight has vanished again. Wels stops in the middle of the street, looks around, confirms the specter has vanished, and then bursts out laughing.
"What the Hels," he says, somehow feeling lighter and more bemused than before. That's a new feeling with his doppleganger. Then, he goes to visit Big Wood. While Doc definitely isn't playing the song of his own accord, Wels figures that Beef just might, and given the day he's having, that would feel like a kind of irony Wels isn't sure how to describe. Besides, he wants to see if Doc will notice if Wels sets the song on loop or something. What can he say--the man's reactions to being taunted are spectacular, and Wels loves seeing them. Call it a bad quality of his or something.
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amtrak-official · 19 hours
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The veil is broken as the woman claws away at the walls of her home, as she tears off layer after layer of Wall paper, it slowly turns out that she is trapped on a very large train. She runs to the door of her home and as she flings it open, all she can see is the open sea
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Good morning Amity Park, I'm your ghostly weatherman, Lance Thunder. Today's Friday, April 26, and there’s a 0% chance of rain and thunderstorms. Highs are in the low sixties, and the lows are in the low thirties.
The Wisconsin ghost was seen again last night outside Fentonworks. He was fought off by Danny Phantom and the Red Huntress, but he was not captured.
Finals week for students at Carrie College starts on May 6th. If you are a student at Carrie, remember to ask for days off work in order to study. And remember that pass or fail, the world will continue to turn and time will continue to pass. Even if it doesn’t go as planned, your life will go on. It won’t be the end of the world.
The Fentons will likely not be driving today.
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honeyrosepetals · 2 days
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no one left
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catboygretzky · 3 days
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Exyblr Dashboard Simulator based on what I personally see on sportsblr:
10/?
🏳️‍🌈 gay4stickball follow
People truly underestimate exyblr's ability to create a whole ass human out of nothing. you give us their place of origin, their position, their size, and maybe one fact about their life and BOOM a whole ass human.
🧜‍♀️ sapphicexy
Why is this so truuuuuuue 😭
🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox
jean moreau? im pretty sure no one has ever even heard him SPEAK but we know:
he's french. he's tall. he's a backliner. he doesn't talk to the press. he's perfect court but transferred from EAU to USC (which is literally the hugest change possible)
bing bang BOOM he is bitchy but quiet (probably raises his eyebrow in disdain a lot), a sturdy presence that is a little unsure of his place in the world but hides it behind bitchy comments who always strives to be better on and off the court.
💃fox-me-up follow
and he's gay
🌞 blonde-jeremy-knox
and he's gay
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🧚 goalie-stan
call me matt boyd the way i look at dan wilds like she hung the moon and stars
#god......Dan please.....end my suffering......
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👸🏻 kevindazed follow
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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#it ain't happening sweetheart SHE'S NEVER GONNA TOP YOU
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🙈 ittybittyminny follow
do you ever want to squidge someone's cheeks SO BAD but you know they'd murder you for even thinking it
🦚 dilf-wymack
is this about andrew minyard
🙈 ittybittyminny follow
isn't everything
#just assume everything i say is about andrew minyard
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✍️ exy-fic-rec
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icarus once flew
Fandom: Exy RPF
Pairing: Kevin Day/Andrew Minyard
Rating: E
Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Friends With Benefits
Word count: 59k
Summary: He'd done this before with teammates, and it hadn't affected anything; there was no reason this should be any different, so it wasn't different. But here on the bathroom floor, hugging his knees to his chest, Kevin could admit to himself that it was different than anything he'd done with teammates in the past.
It was different, because none of those teammates were Andrew.
#kevin day #andrew minyard #0203 #kandrew #psu #palmetto #psu foxes #explicit #exy rpf #fic rec #explicit #friends with benefits #angst #hurt/comfort
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🐋 sexyexy
ran into jeremy knox on campus and that girl was literally bouncing on his toes, what the fuck kinda -
#hated it btw #way too depressed for her rn
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🤳 badexyimagines
Imaaaaagine....... it's your first date with riko moriyama. He takes you to red lobster, you're allergic to lobster but he orders it for you anyway. You die
#exy #imagine #riko moriyama #esu #once again this is a JOKE
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valdevia · 2 days
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If you go to the pool this summer, watch out for False Caustics. They look like the dancing lights at the bottom of the pool, but they stay mostly still.
False Caustics (Praya dulcis) are in fact siphonophores that colonize pools with poor filtration systems. If you swim through them, they will burn your skin. Their sting is rarely fatal, but it causes excruciating pain that can last several years.
These siphonophores are colonies of tiny organisms related to jellyfish. They are the only known species in their group to live in fresh water, and likely imitate caustics as a form of camouflage.
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Birdwomen Family: Harpyidae
Birdwomen are the most common of magical creatures, appearing on every continent except for Antarctica*. Opportunistic omnivores, birdwomen take the form of massive carrion birds, typically corvids, vultures, condors and eagles, with the heads of women. They appear to be exclusively female; however, some species such as the Mediterranean harpy (Harpia strophades) do pair up during the mating season, with members impressing prospective partners by inflating a pair of gular sacks at the base of the throat similar to the behaviour of frigatebirds (family Fregatidae) and the greater sage-grouse (Centrocercus urophasianus).
The magic of most species of birdwomen are affiliated with storms and disease. The alkonost (Harpia bilibinae) lays its eggs in the sea, and their hatching causes thunderstorms to form, while the droppings of the Mediterranean harpy immediately befoul food.
While most species are reluctant to directly attack humans, birdwomen have no qualms in consuming carrion. Multiple cultures report birdwomen as constant companions to sites of battle and bloodshed. Nordic myths of Valkyries spiriting away the dead are almost certainly inspired by the sight of Scandinavian species of birdwomen feasting on the bodies of the slain after battle, possibly the crested harpy (Valkyria cristatus), nicknamed by professional harpiers as the "Thor's falcon."
The North American birdwoman (Harpia canadensis) is the largest known species of birdwoman, with species standing between five and six feet tall, with respective wingspans of 12 to 15 feet wide. Easily identified by their black, iridescent plumage, North American birdwomen exhibit an intelligent, often playful and curious personality. While native to western and central Canada and the northwestern United States, one birdwoman was sighted in Point Pleasant, West Virginia through the late 1960s; following the 1967 Silver Bridge collapse, one harpier reported seeing this same birdwoman consuming the bodies of two disappeared travellers who had washed up downriver.
*Sightings of the "penguinwomen" of Antarctica are unsubstantiated and should not be counted as fact.
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ai-dream · 3 days
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Dreampool 18.
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unorcadox · 1 day
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Most people's minds look something like this: - At least seemingly coherent and put together - Understandable - Navigable
Mine looks like this: - Fragmented beyond belief - Shattered beyond belief - Incoherent and irreparable
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thatsbelievable · 1 day
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