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Our grocery store has a Perishable Manager and a Non-Perishable Manager and I know itās talking about the departments they oversee but really it seems like Seth may be mortal but David will never die
amen

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There are multiple posts saying that Legolas is the Texan amongst the Fellowship of the Ring and youāre all wrong itās Gandalf. Itās 1000% Gandalf. Gandalf followed a wild horse for two days to tame it and would regularly ride up to the Shire with a cart full of homemade fireworks. Gandalf's the Texan.
Thinkin about how Frodo says to Sam "All that I had and might have had I leave to you"....
Frodo gave up his future for the futures of everyone in Middle Earth, generically speaking. But the future that specifically should have been his was given to Sam. It should have been Frodo filling up Bag End with children. It should have been Frodo finishing up the book, getting elected Mayor a few times, sitting on the garden bench at Bag End, smoking a pipe, watching the summer clouds breeze by. "All that I had and might have had"...
Why do I always feel the urge to undermine what Iāve just said by tacking on, ābut I donāt know,ā at the end? I do know. I know what I think and believe. Why do I act like Iām unsure?
Thoughts on audiobooks?
I love them and theyāre my preferred choice of reading
I enjoy them but not as much as physical/ebooks
I enjoy them every once in awhile
I only listen to them when Iāve heard one is particularly good
I rarely listen to them
Iāve never listened to them/donāt like them
I would check and see if your library has Libby and/or Hoopla, those two apps are a GODSEND for audiobooks and ebooks!
I will always prefer a physical book, but as a very busy mother who homeschools, is constantly driving to and from appointments/school for my special needs kid, and who has a never ending list of chores to do, I do make very good use of Libby and the audiobooks available to me there. If I can listen while getting the dishes done or while chasing babies around the park, it's better than not getting any reading in at all.

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hyperfixation sucks I think just a little too hard about a guy who isn't even real and I could start crying any second
I will acknowledge that a lot of productive, physicals skills have been lost as generations advance BUT
A lot of the things people reference aren't that technical to begin with, and were never done perfectly. A good example of this is building a cabin. You see references to people saying things like "Your great grandfather walked into the woods and built a cabin and you called a plumber" or whatever. If you actually go to historic sites and see old log cabins, to continue the example, they are often rough. You see the mistakes. Some are better than others. Another example is looking at homes that are 200+ years old for sale in New England and seeing how cobbled together some things are. But anyway the real issue is more so work ethic and the BELIEF that you could do something like that yourself (ignoring the legality of doing so or cost efficacy). Most things anyone can do if they try and commit to it. Most of being "handy" is just deciding to tackle the project
i love you we are coming with you or following you like hounds i love you we hobbits should stick together and we will i shall go unless they chain me up i love you i would have followed you my brother my captain my king i love you i would have gone with you to the end to the fires of mordor i love you i am going to mordor alone of course you are and i am coming with you i love you i will go with you even on the paths of the dead and to whatever end they may lead i love you
Frodo WITH glasses! Again! :-D
Not SamFro!
Samwise saw Mordor turned into a giant field of flowers when he put on the Ring. I wonder if Frodo saw a giant library and Tolkien just did not mention it.
I think about this all. The dang. Time! What did he see? What did the Ring whisper to him? What was he tempted with?
There might actually be a reason we donāt know. Just like what we know as The Hobbit was canonically written by Bilbo, what we know as LOTR was canonically written by Frodo. Maybe it was never mentioned what Frodo was tempted with because HE did not want to share.
Ooh, I think about this too! Like why didnāt he want to share? What could it have possibly shown him that he didnāt want to share? How bad was it? How much shame did it make him feel? Ugh. I just have a lot of feelings about Frodo Baggins and I think about him entirely too much.

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Samwise saw Mordor turned into a giant field of flowers when he put on the Ring. I wonder if Frodo saw a giant library and Tolkien just did not mention it.
I think about this all. The dang. Time! What did he see? What did the Ring whisper to him? What was he tempted with?
most likely stupid thing to be inserted into Netflix's Narnia
One of the Pevensies is adopted + POC even tho they clearly weren't in the book
Tragic backstory for Jadis that makes Aslan look like a jerk
Peter rejecting the title "High-King" because equality
No reference to "Sons of Adam" or "Daughters of Eve."
Aravis is non-binary (bcuz she's a tomboy)
Susan is better than Peter at everything and is always right
Calormens are victims somehow and pseudo-justified in trying to conquer Narnia
Susan just shows up for The Last Battle
Some fantasy race is said to have no concept of gender
Eustace is also sexist just to top it all off
Instead of becoming King, Caspian institues a democracy because modern writers
Lucy is not admonished for wanting to be prettier because that is self-careā¢
Yesterday I dropped my children off with my mother so that I could run some errands on my own. I am usually not granted this privilege, and I planned to take full advantage. For me, that looks like completing my tasks as quickly as humanly possible, getting some food from a drive-thru restaurant, then merely driving around aimlessly for a while.
Foolishly, I decided to drive past my childhood home and the surrounding areas.
For those of you who do not know, my childhood home was only recently purchased by a large company who is bringing loads and loads of infrastructure to my hometown. I understand the inevitability and necessity of such things, but that does not mean I have to like any of it.
I drove past the place where my home used to stand; the home my father designed. The home that I still have the blueprints for. The home he built with his own hands, exactly how my mother asked for it to be built.
After he died, it was hard for me to be in that house, even though that is often exactly where my mother needed me to be. It was as if I were standing inside my fatherās mind, seeing every design choice, from the plethora of right angles, the symmetry and sharp, modern design as reminders of him, reminders that he should still be living in this house, providing for my mom and my little sister.
What was harder than being in the house was saying goodbye to it forever in January when my mother moved out. I cried more than perhaps I should have. Because itās only a place. It was only a house. But it was my house once upon a time ago. And I hated leaving it forever. I had dreamed of my kids having sleepovers at their grandparents in that house, of my dad teaching them fire safety and how to navigate the woods around them there. I dreamt of their dad taking them hunting on the land, of them chasing chickens and goats around the garden and yard, since we donāt live in a place that allows the keeping of livestock.
But none of that was to be.
Now, when you drive by, there is nothing. Nothing but empty land and a pile of fill dirt where the house once stood. The only thing left are memories.
I did not expect that as I was driving by I would see one of our neighborās homes being actively torn down. An excavator was smashing through walls, glass from the windows shattering everywhere, drywall, siding, insulation all being torn out. And for what, you ask? For a huge data center. For parking lots. For ugly warehouses and fences and gray, brown, and black things to replace the trees and endless fields that used to be there.
I should have turned around and gone to my motherās to get my kids at that point but I did not. I kept on. I drove past what used to be my favorite place in all the world, a place I would go to seek solace from the teasing of my brothers, the annoyances of a sister 13 years my junior. It did not used to be accessible by road, but that has since changed. It used to be a meadow, one full of tall, tall grasses and wildflowers. Long ago it used to be a farmerās field, so there were no trees, but I had to trek through the woods for the shortest path there.
It wounded me deeply to see what itās become. The grasses and wildflowers have been torn up. All that remains are clods of dirt, yellow construction vehicles, the beginnings of a parking lot, and the framing of a warehouse.
I admit my stomach twisted and tears burned my eyes when I saw it. I used to sit in that meadow with my diary in hand, facing the sun as it sank down into the horizon, loving every moment of peace and quiet, knowing if I were still enough, the deer would come from the surrounding wood to graze under the last light of day, that if I were very lucky, a rabbit may dart in front of me before realizing I was there. Once the sun had fully set, the ceasing of birdsong meant it was time for me to go home. And I was never afraid. Even in the dark, I knew my way through the woods well and it never took me longer than twenty minutes to come through the woods, into the clearing of my backyard.
No one will ever have the chance to experience the joy that meadow brought ever again. Because itās gone now.
And my heart it just a bit broken over it.
Me, writing a character: Wow you are so dislikeable. I would die for you
@frodo-with-glasses thank you for all the wonderful art your provide us with. Most of the time it just makes me feel things, but other times itās hilarious and has perfect meme potential.

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Donāt you hate it when your little siblings go and get tall without your permission?
I vividly remember when the eldest of my little siblings suddenly got taller than me and um, yeah, it played out pretty much just like this.
Look at theĀ tomato
Isnāt it sad?
He canāt dance
Poor tomato
He wishes he could dance,
Like the cucumber
Free and smooth.
But he canāt.
OK, STOP THE MUSIC! What do you mean I canāt dance?! I can dance! What about Uncle Louieās polka party? Didnāt you see me dancing at Uncle Louieās polka party?!
No comprendo.
No comprendo?! IāLL SHOW YOU NO COMPRENDO!!
MOM! DAD! LOOK OVER HERE! Get a picture of me next to this cucumber in
auTHENtic
Argentinan GARB!!
Okay Junior. But we got to hurry. I think the dwarves have your mom confused with someone else.
Say peas!