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10k notes pour un post francophone sur tumblr macron où est mon poste de ministre de la culture
i hate viruses so fucking much. literally getting attacked by a fucking shape. a concept. consumes no energy. responds to no stimuli. its only existence is to fuck with you. like fuck offf
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Unless you speak whatever the language in this is (maybe Russian? It sounds at least related to Russian), you wonāt understand exactly what theyāre saying
You will however, understand exactly what theyāre saying from the context of the video
And you will get to hear this personās wonderful laughter
Sound definitely needs to be on
that is, in fact, Russian! And you do not, in fact, need to understand what sheās saying, but I WILL say, she is very funny and adorable, and I have also had this experience in several places around the world and my question is WHY ARE WE DOING THIS!!!!!! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!!!! ARE ALL HOTEL ARCHITECTS EXHIBITIONISTS AND VOEYURS?? I DONāT WISH TO BE OBSERVED WHILE POOPING, THIS IS A LINE FOR ME
anyway
I laughed so fucking hard at this

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reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and itās the only thing i care about right now
Iām suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.
A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. āI have a problem. I need your help,ā she said. They always said that. I knew her legs werenāt the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.
āCan you pay?ā I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. āI can pay,ā she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. āWill there be danger?ā I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.
āIām afraid there might be danger,ā she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.
The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.
āI can handle danger,ā I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. āI am good at handling things.ā
āItās about my husband. Heās gone missing.ā
She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. āSeems your ring has also gone missing,ā I said. I hoped her dress would join it.
Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. āI donāt wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.ā
āIn my experience, trouble doesnāt wait for an invitation.ā I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. āWhen did you last see your husband?ā
Iām suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.
A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. āI have a problem. I need your help,ā she said. They always said that. I knew her legs werenāt the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.
āCan you pay?ā I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. āI can pay,ā she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. āWill there be danger?ā I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.
āIām afraid there might be danger,ā she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.
The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.
āI can handle danger,ā I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. āI am good at handling things.ā
āItās about my husband. Heās gone missing.ā
She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. āSeems your ring has also gone missing,ā I said. I hoped her dress would join it.
Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. āI donāt wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.ā
āIn my experience, trouble doesnāt wait for an invitation.ā I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. āWhen did you last see your husband?ā
I tried drawing random animals from memory in 2 minutes (based on a spilled ink video) but at the elephant I realised I'm really not good at it :'D So I ended up redrawing them with references just to see the difference, and ended up spending way too much time on it.
Part 2!
Went back and finished the video. There were more animals I never saw before (and one where I accidentally drawn a different one :"D ) but it's all done!

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Halloween costume post
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ā
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO ITāS THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing Iāll do well on my finals āØ
Wishing for this post to appear more times
This post is an amazing cryptid. It appeared and here we are
Exactly what I had in mind.
Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me
sometimes you do just have to lie to children.
If, when my toddler is, you know, toddling around saying āmama? Big ball?ā
If I were lean down and say āunfortunately the big beach ball for some reason fills you with such an unadulterated rage that is beyond human comprehension that you scream until you pass out, so mama had to remove the beach ball from the premises until you can better regulate your emotionsā she would simply stare at me like I had 3 heads full of equal betrayal.
So, for now, instead ābig ball went night night!ā
Please understand when I say āremoved the ball from the premisesā I mean I popped it in a fit of exhausted confusion. I murdered the beach ball.
See Iāve lied to you all too and it was better this way.
you canāt just leave this in the tags etc.
You canāt be funnier then me on my own posts, Iām in tears from laughter
many such foolish cases :)

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