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ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

FREDDIE IS FUCKING FRANCIS BUTTON???

FREDDIE? GUILLERMO DE LA CRUZ’S BF??

PLAYED FRANCIS? THE THOMAS THORNES COUSIN??

HES STOLEN SOMEONES GIRL (who technically wasn’t their girl in the first place but yknow the pining was there) TWICE

This is so specific to my niche interests but man. I am frazzled. Bamboozled even.

You can’t do this to me. Not again. Not after everything we’ve been through

Get out of my house.

piplup grain entrapment

Is this anything

AWESOME. NOBODY WATCH IT

I’m crying because when my dad was eighteen he was going to join the airforce and then the night before he had a dream that Jesus slapped him in the face with a gigantic fish and asked him what he was doing and he woke up and thought, “Jesus is right what am I doing?” And that’s why my dad did not join the military. 

Makeover

The condensation

i just spent 3 hours counting every single fuck ever written in homestuck to make this chart thats more than 2500 fucks

H2O just add water but it's 40 year old office worker Dave

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You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Man’s is yet to be named (or fleshed out really) but his hair gave me more trouble than I was initially anticipating (but it was worth it in the long run (at least I think so, anyway))

Not only does he have a name now; but also a weapon.

Sprite dumping hours commencing as I catch up on posts that I haven’t uploaded yet (one of which is an old character whose design got bloodswapped and their character surgically transplanted elsewhere with a new character planted in its place)

👁️ (he's finally back on the spriting bandwagon and he does believe that this is his best product yet (at least in terms of the head; the fit is a bit too... Basic™), yet to name him, though (however; I’ve classpected him as a Rogue of Breath)).

this is the cutest

Chef Donolon’s Jubilee Cake (ESO anniversary)

Guess what, it’s my birthday, so I’m gifting you all with a special recipe today (how perfect is it that this year my birthday is on a Friday)! Naturally I’ve got to do what I do every year, and bake myself a cake! Well now, it’s not often you see a fancy cake of such proportions anywhere in Tamriel, but when it’s time to pull out all the stops you can guarantee that Chef Donolon’s recipes have you covered! And of course to mark my reaching a quarter of a century old, nothing less than the classic Jubilee Cake will do. Best of all? It’s gluten free for my coeliac friends!

I gained much inspiration in pastry making from the famous book, Donolon Bakes, and this Jubilee Cake is always a guaranteed hit with all folks old and young. Of course, the secret recipe for this lies with the Chef’s Charmed Mixing Bowl, which I don’t have (and neither do you, most likely), so after lots of experimenting I finally came up with what I hope is a passable replica of the real deal! Celebrate my birthday with me and share a slice!

You will need: Cake 100g plain unsweetened cocoa powder 250g fine ground almond meal 300 ml olive oil 250ml hot water 6 eggs 4 tsp vanilla extract 200g caster sugar 1 tsp baking soda Pinch of salt

Frosting 3 cups heavy cream 1 ½ packets (375g) cream cheese, softened 1 cup caster sugar 1 tsp vanilla essence 1 tsp almond essence Sliced almonds Handful of strawberries, halved Handful of blueberries

Method: Preheat your oven to 170C/325F. Grease two medium springform baking tins well with oil.

In a bowl, sift the cocoa powder and add the hot water, until it is a runny liquid. Add the vanilla essence and stir through.

Whisk the eggs, olive oil, and sugar together until the mixture is fluffy, then add the cocoa mixture. Whisk again until throughly blended.

Add the almond meal, salt, and baking soda, and beat it all together until a smooth even batter has formed. Pour the batter half and half into the two tins, and bake for 45 minutes. Leave for 15 minutes and run a knife around the edges of the tin before releasing the cakes. Leave them to cool on a wire rack.

For the icing, use an electric whisk to beat the cream and cream cheese and until mixed through and stiff peaks have formed. Add the sugar, vanilla and almond essences, and whisk until all the ingredients are well combined.

Spread half the frosting on the surface of the first cake, then stack the next cake on top. Cover with the remaining frosting, then decorate generously with almond slices and berries.

its the no notes ghoast

@rosea-rabbit

if you ever want a quickfire way to develop your ocs talking about them w someone else is like the #1 way to just, exponentially get invested

Hey guys,

I’ll make this short. Today a racist idiot burned our car completely. It can only be sold for scrap because the motor, brain and sensors are fried.

We’re a family of black latine immigrants. we did not get any stimulus checks. I was forced to drop out cause I can’t pay for college so I’m using my shop to sustain my family, and without a car this is just so, so much more difficult.

I beg of you. If you’ve ever used these:

Please. please consider boosting and/or donating. I’m in complete shambles over this. 

http://paypal.me/mothcharm  http://ko-fi.com/swordknight  https://mothcharm.bigcartel.com

Thank you ♥

Mona Alkurd , one of the Palestinians Israel is trying to kick along with 28 families out of their decades long homes in Sheikh Al Jarrah , the last Palestinian block in Al Quds ( Jerusalem ), to complete the restriction of the area to Israeli Jews .. simply an Apartheid by settlers.

“ Your posts and tweets are treasures to us “

Here a rough translation of what she said:

“ It falls on us and Palestinians and the honorable people supporting us with posts and tweets. You have no idea how much that means to us. Everyone who shares even one short post or tweet. Don’t feel like you’re doing nothing. Those posts and tweets are treasures to us. Help us get our cause heard. We are 28 families. 500 individuals. If we are removed, then there will be no Palestinians in Al Quds. And in the end, Allah is our hope. And it falls on us. And we will remain here to our last breath defending our lands and homes”

the adhd mood when u should be doing Tasks but u can't force yourself to do any of them