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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
we're not kids anymore.

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Conjunction: Jupiter and Saturn
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Art by KK Zhang
[ID: A realistic digital painting of a large wyvern flying amongst an enormous flock of Chilean flamingos above a lake on a bright sunny day. The wyvern has two dark horns, dark spikes on its jaw and down its back and a short squarish snout. It is a similar colour to the birds it flies with, being an orange-pink with a pale underside. There are mountains in the distance.
End ID]
She knew she was different from the rest of the flock. Larger, more robust. Featherless. But her parents had doted over her egg when they had found it abandoned near their mud pile, rolling it carefully to nestle between their smaller ones, then brooding it until the first cracks appeared in the shell. They had crooned and preened her horns just as they had done for her fluffier siblings. By her third day she was larger than him, yet her father would fuss if she ventured from under the warm and protective haven of his wings. Her mother had gathered far more food that year, to feed her enormous chick.
When she first took to the air, her parents watched on, billing and cooing in their pride that their chick was so strong.
Now, her parents had each taken new mates, and had new chicks. They were all so small, while she continued to grow. The lake wasn’t enough to feed her anymore, but the hills around it provided ample food. The tiny grey balls of down and clumsy legs would tuck around her, giving all of the parents a chance to feed. They knew that she would protect the chicks, and keep them warm. She radiated a heat from within that feathers could never match. Every chick reached adulthood that year.
No brave male ever approached her in the warm and sparkling days of spring to begin the steps of courtship, but she didn’t grieve. They were all far too small and easily knocked over by a gusting breath of irritation. She didn’t need a mate, she could brood abandoned eggs on her own and bring them up without the help. She had learned her lessons from her parents, fussing if they ventured too far from her warmth, cooing with pride when they took their first clumsy flaps to lift them up.
And when the flock took to the wing, she was there with them as they rose in flight.
why am i crying
Mother Miranda: [Pointing to Heisenberg] Stinky
You: No!! Don't be mean!
Mother Miranda, smirking: Stinky bastard man
You: No!!!
Lady Dimitrescu: [without looking up] Trash man, stupid man thing.
You: [distraught] No!!!
In all seriousness, though, I know we’re all making fun of Destiel right now because Tumblr is Tumblr, but I’m not making fun of anyone who’s still a fan of it. Y’all were absolutely robbed. They writers teased and queer baited and mocked shippers for 12 years only to confirm it in the most homophobic way possible. That show was my comfort show for more years than I can remember, it was a massive part of my life, and I’m honestly pissed that they did this. Destiel shippers and honestly fans of the show in general should be absolutely livid and I’m right there with you
I don’t even know what they did and I agree
Okay, so Cas has a deal with some wack entity that he could come back to life, but as soon as he felt truly happy he’d immediately die and go to superhell.
And he admitted his love for Dean (Who does not reciprocate) and immediately died
ADHD Adora

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being touchstarved makes u absolutely buckwild when someone does smth simple like .share a chair with u
like having someone touch your hand with the tips of their fingers shouldn’t feel like So Much it shouldn’t feel like your whole body is going into anaphylactic shock but here we are. here we are.
ok 2 many of u relate
Someone gave me a compliment and reached out and squeezed my hand and I fell in love and couldn’t speak for several minutes
I was just gonna type this in the tags but I have to say this.
Growing up in North America is surreal. Every tiny little blip of physical affection is deemed as sexual interest. Boys aren’t allowed to hug eachother because “that’s gay.” Girls can’t hold hands because “are they going out?” And GOD FORBID a female friend hugs a male friend.
Having lived in the Netherlands, and reading up about shit like this, Canadians and Americans are starving.
I went to Japan for a school trip in 2012. I went to a highschool there. There were boys hugging, lounging on those blue gym floor mats, holding hands, trowing their arms around eachother. I was startled by how shocked I was.
This mentality of “if you’re touching you must have sexual interest in the other person” is so fucking disgusting. Hug your friends. Hold hands with them. Touch their hands when you want to reassure them.
Normalize platonic physical contact before we all die from lack of it
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[ID: tweet by @BadBunnyTwitch on 6/15/20 reading “Hi! I’m a white dude who likes to play devil’s advocate bc other people’s struggles are theoretical to me. It’s fun to debate ur rights! I’m here to exhaust u so I can stop progress & maintain the status quo, which serves me. Im uninterested in learning! ur frustration is my goal” End ID]
Last week, the free pantry outside the Birmingham Free Store was smashed and all of its contents destroyed. We don’t want to say it was the cops, but everyone’s pretty sure it was the cops - they had been spotted eyeing the store and taking pictures multiple times leading up to this, likely pissed off by the banner we had put up in support of George Floyd + all of the anti-cop and openly anarchist literature we distribute
Within 24 hours we had received a new, even bigger pantry and more donations than we knew what to do with so we could stock it back up. We’re showing them that we’re not intimidated and we’re not going anywhere. We have the community on our side
If you want to support queer-affirming mutual aid and reproductive justice in a historically poor and Black neighborhood in Alabama, donate to the Free Store!!! We’re on both patreon and venmo at @bhamfreestore - the patreon covers supplies and running costs, and the venmo is a virtual tip jar that compensates the volunteers who keep it running
unmute because the song's actually a bop

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NATIVE AMERICANS ARE GOING MISSING
NATIVE AMERICANS ARE GOING MISSING
NATIVE AMERICANS ARE GOING MISSING
NATIVE AMERICANS ARE GOING MISSING
SIGNAL BOOST THE SHIT OUTTA THIS
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Calling on all Gen Z-ers to signal boost the crap out of this again.
They’re arresting all the Native American protesters over at Mt Rushmore. Please, we need to keep track of them
holy shit a political comic that frames a tablet as a means to gather information rather than The Millennial Brain Rot Device™
There's over 9 million users on Tumblr now. Reblog if you're one of the few who's never EVER left anon hate in somebody's ask box.
If you can’t reblog this…
NEVER HAVE NEVER WILL
That’s a fucking low number. That’s fucking sad.
Never ever
A round of applause for everyone who can reblog! You’re all awesome guys!
Never :“
Never ever
No anon hat has EVER come from me.
for anyone who cant reblog this
I would feel shitty for days if I would do that, I NEVER DID AND NEVER WILL
I’ve got enough to know that it’s not something anyone should have to deal with.
for everyone who can reblog, i’m proud of you
Never
Never have, never will ✊🏼
Nope and never will
Never ever, never gonna let you down
Never ever, never gonna make you cry~
Never, why would someone want to make someone feel bad? people are hideous
Never
Never ever
Neva Eva
Please, people! Don’t spread hate!
i’ve been on this place for a couple months but i’ve been on websites that allow people to anonymously bash on other people and i have never considered the idea of attacking someone anonymously in any way and nor should anyone who has a shred of human decency.
If I have something to say I won’t hide behind grey face
since some of yall think im sending hate 👁👄👁
nope never. the impact it can have on people??? definitely not
never have never will.
Hot take but ....
Baljeet and Buford from Phineas and Ferb were the original BakuDeku
Why would you say something so controversial, yet so true?
imagine being this embarrassing.
imagine having the gall to say this when phineas and ferb literally invented comedy.
I myself am a fan of BNHA and many animes.... but to claim superiority over Phineas and Ferb? you go too far

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When I was a kid, my mom was a judge and my dad was starting his solo practice, and they both worked full time. There were four of us kids between the ages of one and seven (the Just Us League) and no decent daycares nearby, so they hired a nanny. She had three almost-adult children, and on days when she couldn’t work, one of her kids would substitute. The oldest kid was named Bob, age 18, and he had just finished army basic training when this all went down. Bob did not have the good sense god gave a rock.
I have an older brother, Jake, who was seven; then me, Hellen, age five, then Seth, age three, and my little sister Gin would have been one. It was late August, and we were at our nanny’s house, though she was gone for the day. Bob was in charge.
Bob should probably not have been in charge.
Bob tried keeping us entertained with board games and tag and movies. Gin took a nap. Eventually he decided to get creative, and sat us down in the living room with a game and vanished into the garage. There was a smashing sound. And then some saw noises. And then some hammering. And then we saw him going around the house to the back yard through the windows, though we were too short to see what he was doing. And finally, he yelled to us to come out into the driveway.
Jake and Seth and I trooped out. Bob had both hands behind his back. He stepped up to Jake and revealed what he had in his right hand.
It was a wooden sword. It was clearly made from what appeared to be parts of a chair’s legs, cut down and nailed together. He presented this, and announced, “You are Sir Jake, the strongest knight!”
He stepped up to Seth and presented what was in his left hand. It was another wooden sword, smaller than the first, also crudely made out of chair legs. He announced, “You are Sir Seth, the bravest knight!”
At this point, I was practically vibrating in place, waiting eagerly for my sword so I could use it to whale on my brothers, as god intended me to do. I was therefore understandably disappointed to be presented with the business end of a garden hose and told, “You are Miss Hellen, the Water Fairy!”
“No,” I said. “I want a sword.”
Bob was confused. “But you get water magic! Magic’s great!”
“No.” I repeated, holding the hose. It had a spray nozzle set to jet. “I want a sword.”
“Magic’s great. Magic’s better than a sword.” Bob insisted. “You’ll see. Wait here a moment.”
And then Bob ran around the side of house and vanished.
We stood in the driveway. Jake and Seth poked each other with their swords. I spritzed them idly with the hose, trying to decide which of them would be easier to steal a sword from.
And then we heard a quiet wooshing noise, and smelled smoke.
We turned. As we watched, a line of fire rushed around the corner of the house, consuming a path of gasoline poured into the dry August grass.
We paused and considered this for a few moments. I raised the hose and sprayed a jet of water at the fire. It went out. We glanced at each other. Then we took off running, following the trail of fire, spraying as we went.
The fire led in a path around the house to the back yard. As we turned the corner, we saw Bob, clad in a bathrobe and holding a curtain rod, standing in the center of a large ring of burning grass. He cackled manically. “I am the FIRE WIZARD! Your puny swords are useless! Nothing but water magic can defeat me!”
I promptly blasted him with the hose. He spluttered. The fire did not go out.
I turned the hose on the fire itself, spraying a section close to us so that it would extinguish. As soon as there was enough room, Jake charged forward, brandishing his chair leg sword with a battle cry. Seth, always happy to be included, followed. They ran into the circle and began beating Bob around the kneecaps with their swords. I kept spraying.
Eventually, Bob the Fire Wizard was brought down and all the fire was extinguished. Seth and Jake continued to work on bruising Bob’s shins, and I quickly discarded the hose to lend my fists and extremely pointy elbows to the cause. Bob lay in the smoldering grass, probably regretting using such sturdy chair legs.
Once we’d all tired ourselves out and lay panting in a heap, Bob decided it was time for the moral of the story. “You see, a sword is nothing compared to the power of a little girl with **magic**.”
We thought about this for a few moments. Bob nodded wisely. Jake and Seth nodded back.
“I still want a sword.” I said.
there’s a lot of people in the tags and replies expressing several concerns, which I will address:
“Where was Gin?” She was sleeping in a crib on the sunporch. We did this a lot–played outside while she napped–because we could hear her if she woke up and started crying, but were less likely to wake her up. She slept through the whole thing and was totally fine.
“You can’t put out a gasoline fire with water.” At the time, my little kid brain assumed that any flammable liquid was gas, but in retrospect it could have been almost anything. It very well may have been something other than gasoline. All I know is I could extinguish it with a garden hose.
“What did your parents say?” A lot of swear words at a very high volume.
“Did you get a sword?” Yes. Lots. Here are a couple of them, and also my pet ringneck dove, Arson. You can see how this all may have had some lasting effect on me.
Is that a real bird?? :0
Yes, she’s real. This is Arson, her mate, Larceny, and their idiot children, Forgery and Fraud.
Arson lives her life constantly wishing she had opposable thumbs so she could light fires.
What a ride
The absolute mania of naming your pets after felonies.
thrilled to report that that was also me
You’re the little girl that women write stories about that makes men say the writing is unrealistic and little girls aren’t really Like That but you are, you are exactly Like That
Magical Times ⌚
Monday
Ruled by the moon.
Good day for divination, intuition or healing magick.
Tuesday
Ruled by Mars.
Best for active, goal setting magick.
Wednesday
Ruled by Mercury.
Communication, intellectual magick.
Thursday
Ruled by Jupiter.
Justice, protection, travel magick.
Friday
Ruled by Venus.
Love, family/friends, healing emotions.
Saturday
Ruled by Saturn.
Planning, preparation, contracts or career magick.
Sunday
Ruled by the Sun.
Health, prosperity, well being, success magick.
Spells of the Hour
AM - new day, banish shadows.
AM - rid negativity.
AM - determination.
AM - improve luck, victory.
AM - encourage growth.
AM - tenacity, perseverance.
AM - hope, insight, prospective.
AM - conscious change.
AM - assist others.
AM - improve convictions.
AM - transformation.
PM - health, success (suns full energy).
PM - self image, security.
PM - relationships, love, equality.
PM - balancing mind, body and spirit.
PM - harmony of elements.
PM - insight of self.
PM - safety, protection.
PM - diversity, heal differences.
PM - leadership, guidance.
PM - comprehension.
PM - improve clear thoughts.
PM - coping with change.
PM - healing, self development (moons full energy).