I made lesbian hobbits. I love dress up games, they are a great stress reliever and instant inspiration for me. Absolutely every time I play one I have a story in my brain about who i’m dressing up.
But yeah, I don’t know enough about Tolkien lore to do these ladies justice. so if anyone wants to play with them, go ahead :)
Jungle Jam And Friends The Radio Show
Holy cats, can’t believe this actually worked! Hasn’t worked before…huh…
So this is a great Radio show I grew up with and still enjoy immensely This is one of the newest stories, and I just…. laughing so hard, oh my gosh!
The song at the end is rather silly, not one of the better ones, but still really good. Yes this is a little kids show, but dang! Some of the stories have, not adult humor but humor an adult can laugh with too, not this one though, this one is just plain silly and hilarious!
There all are very moral heavy, but not in the normal obnoxious way, jungle jam and early Veggietales are kind of the only moral lesson teaching christian media that is any good…
I highly recommend checking these folks at Fancy Monkey out!
The other day in english I overheard a few classmates I chat with sometimes talking about birthdays. When the word birthday comes up, it’s like a trumpet to my eager ears, I am for reals birthday cray. The dude (I think his name is Abe) was sadly explaining how all he had gotten for his birthday was a tiramisu cake from Ross. So I jump in and ask
”when was your birthday?”
”It’s today.”
”Cool! Gimmie a second!”
Quick as a whip from my backpack I grab a gift wrapped package complete with ribbon and balloon. I toss it to him nonchalantly with a grin and a happy birthday.
Stunned silence and gaping mouths.
Demands for explanations of what the hell just happened. I explained it’s an emergency birthday gift just in case I should need one. I hate being caught during aborthday and having no gift, it is about the saddest thing. My emergency birthday gifts are handmade stuff; experiments, slight failures, or stuff I just can’t sell for one reason or another. It’s your own dang fault for not informing me at least a day early to prepare, you get general stuff that I didn’t want to frog or take apart.
Everyone seemed amazed. The chick as downright mindfucked. Abe was pretty happy with his new knitted hat though. :)
Emergency birthday gifts, good to have around!
I’m writing a story about a 12 year old girl with lower knee prosthetics, currently in the development and research phase. There is a lot more to the story than just that, but this is the part I am researching right now.
Does anybody have any stories, anecdotes, information, advice, or anything on the subject they would like to share? I would really appreciate it! :)
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I was at Disneyland doing my internship, dreams are a wish you’re heart makes folk later I dreamed about caramel apples. A staff meeting/pep rally/show kinda thing had been put together in an auditorium. As soon as I sat down, three guys in face costumed came out, I don’t remember the first two (I think it may have been Mickey and Jose, but I don’t really know) But the third one I remember vividly, It was Max from goofy movie dressed up in a silver Powerline costume. They all started talking very respectfully about several tragedies around the world, each one had a specific one to talk about (I got the feeling they where kind of dressed up to theme the event they talked about). The only one I remember though was Max. He talked about Zort Port.
Apparently Zort Port happened at the Mexico border, four men had been tasered to death trying to get into America. I looked it up on the internet after the show I found an article, but was only able to read a few words. I know you aren’t supposed to read in your dreams, but I do it a lot, i’m able to grasp a few words at a time, so I don’t know if i’m reading or conjuring the image of words. Anyways, I was able to figure out that one of there names was Alexander G. And it had become a widely mourned tragedy in Mexico.
The name Zort Port just stuck with me for the rest of the night, after I woke up I checked it out on the net, didn’t come up with anything.
I went on a date last night and then you texted and asked, again, whether I would come there. Start our days with coffee, end with you making dinner. Forever. I feel myself tug towards yes and then I remember why it will always be no with you and I.
There are people in your life who are going to love you for all of the wrong reasons. They will love you for the best part of your face, the best part of you naked, the best mood on your best day, the best story you ever wrote, the best outfit you ever wore.
They are going to miss the scar on the underside of your nose from the time your older brothers dared you to run across a pile of logs. They won’t know that you fell on a hidden nail just as you completed the challenge. They’ll miss the scar on your finger, too from the time you were seven and closed a swiss army knife on it. They won’t understand that these are two of only a handful of things you can remember about your childhood. They’ll notice that you have great tits, but they’ll miss that your thumb tucks into their palm when you’re walking together and that your eyes have darker circles when a migraine is coming. They won’t know you get migraines. They won’t ask where the story you wrote came from, so they’ll never know that it was true. They’ll love it because it feels real to them. They’ll miss knowing the sweatshirt full of holes that they criticized you for wearing was your dads. You might tell them some of these things along the way, but they will remember the best things instead.
They will love your good moods, your energy, your sense of humor, but miss that you never turn to them, but rather to a shower or a pillow or the back of your throat to shed tears. They won’t ever consider you strong.
When the parts that aren’t your best come out, some people will shield their eyes as if you have just forced them to look directly into the sun for hours until their irises burn. They’ll silently make you promise to never show them that again. Those things are not to be shown. Be at your best so I can love you. I would love you more if only you never show me those things.
And you do not marry those people. You do not sit and sleepily drink coffee with those people. You leave those people and you remind yourself that they missed the better parts of you.
(via pendror)
Source: givemeajobplease
Man, I want like, a health and diet buddy. I’m gettin’ chubs! I know when school starts again and I can get a bus and gym pass i’ll be swimming a lot again, but I also need to make sure and especially drink healthier as well. No matter what I do I can’t seem to stop that lifelong soda chug.
Storytime:
Here’s the deal, I am a wuss and a ‘traumatized; drama queen. When I was a little tyke, my mom had exercise videos that she would work out with, using cans of beans and corn as weights. Seeing her do it all the time I of course had to try it out for myself. So here I am, watching an exercise video and stumbling around trying to keep up with it, it was probably cute in a way i’m sure, but hey I wouldn’t have known that, I was trying something I considered important! So when I turn my head and see my mom giggling at me through the door with a video camera it completely overloaded my young brain with embarrassment and confusion!
you see as a kid, and for a long time after actually, I couldn’t stand or handle being laughed at. I was actually a pretty serious child and the fact that I got laughed at every time I tried to be intelligent or serious or anything, really messed with me and janked my mind around. I could only interpret it as being laughed at for being a cute little idiot. Look at the cute little idiot! Trying hard to be smart! haha friggin’ HA. And I did get laughed at. every. single. time. Ah, sorry about the bitter parade.
So anyways, getting taped and laughed at for doing the same thing my mom did upset me pretty badly and ever since then I actually haven’t been able to comfortably exercise in front of other people. Though that’s just blaming my parents, which is a lame and terrible thing to do (shall we blame dad for doughnut, candy, and soda positive reinforcement? Yeah we could actually…) And I’m really over (or trying to get over) blaming my parents for every problem in my life like some kind of 90s feel good psychiatrist loony (sorry if you’re a psychiatrist). Also my parents are cool man, did there best, and had a cool family thing going on there. I just need to pussy up (wait, is that a real term? I feel like that would be a new age term for manning up, what with Betty White feminism pride and all) and deal with my shit.
I am a Jessica rabbit in a Walmart patrons body, I hate exercise because i’m bad at it and it’s boring and I consist on a diet sugar and lazy and every time I go clothes shopping I end up angry, bitter, and with 0 selection to choose from! If I ever had to save the world or anything, we’d all be screwed.
so man, I gotta do something…Too bad I have no idea how to go about it…
>:(
Watched all the storycorps shorts,
Nothing but tears at the moment, Can’t even decide which one to share with you, all absolutely amazing!
The Rugged Track by Liz Argall
A 23 year old internet ladies' blog. Comics, reblogs, crafts, this and that.
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Dave & Jade froggy shenanigans for lionyawn
Dad watched me draw this in Skype, haha!
It was pretty awesome!
