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Our adventure packs & first aid kit

@marlothemountaindog / @that-caribou-ecologist has started sharing their adventuring gear, so we’re joining in! We are not quite as advanced, so this’ll probably be our only gear post. Gunner & Firework come on hikes sometimes, but usually it’s just Asher & I. We had better trails to try out before we moved, so now I’m overly prepared for the nearby city trails… I would like to take a drive out to something more difficult in the future and then transition into camping!

In the spirit of getting Asher used to his Ruffwear Approach Pack (same as Marlo’s but orange), I have him carry the majority of our stuff.

In my Camelbak (most of these things aren’t pictured):

  • 3 liter bladder (I really prefer the Camelbak tubey thingy over getting a water bottle for myself… I probably wouldn’t drink otherwise)
  • Camera
  • 30ft leash
  • Harness in case he can’t carry his pack at some point
  • Lots of backup snacks for me (I have reactive hypoglycemia and it’s the most annoying thing on hikes tbh)
  • Extra clothing/space for putting away excess clothing

In the Approach Pack:

  • Two water bottles that fold out to use their containers as dishes (totaling about a liter… I use them both to keep the pack balanced for Ash)
  • Collapsible water bowl (don’t need this with these water bottles, but I bring it anyway; sometimes Asher won’t drink and I try the bowl instead)
  • Knife (the Boker)
  • Finding Dory pocket tissues
  • Matches
  • First Aid Kit! (all of which fits into that lovely little bird purse)

In the first aid kit (all spread about):

  • Vet wrap (red) & gauze
  • Benadryl
  • Band-aids
  • Neosporin
  • Eye drops in case Asher’s act up again in the spring/summer
  • Extra ziplocs
  • Green Stix (see that packet that looks like a green matchbook? they’re styptic swabs!!! they’re for barbers, so they come out of a matchbook like thing, you get them a little wet, and then they’re ready to go! I love them even though I haven’t had to use them yet)

On person/dog:

  • Collar!
  • 6ft leash
  • That felty red belt up there, from White Pine Outfitters

Unpopular opinion: 2016 was actually an incredible year to me, so many cool things happened!! I’ve become independent, I learned and experienced tons of things, I’ve overcome my problems and finally I achieved what I’ve wanted for so long: I am truly happy with who I am as a person! I learned how to be happy and how to stay happy, I learned what’s important and to what extent. I realised that everything is a choice and there are literally no limits!! I finally see that every minute spent on whining and crying under a blanket is a wasted minute!! There’s literally no point in being stuck in one place, life moves forward and so should I!! Every failure is a test of persistence and determination, the key is to never stop looking for solutions!!

tl;dr Bring it on 2017, I’m ready

@anyone who doesn’t think that fiction can affect reality

What you ship/why you ship is a reflection of you and your morals. What you think of a character is a reflection of you and your morals. What you take from content is a reflection of you and your morals.

It has more to do with mindset than actions, and that can be just as, if not more, dangerous.


He has discovered that cars blow up. This can only end well, obviously.

A note about dress codes

From a person who is no longer in school.  

Dress codes are not meant for the boys in the classroom.  They are there to protect the faculty and staff from harassment charges.  My husband works maintenance for a school district and when class changes, he has to look at the ceiling or the ground because any eye contact he may make with a girl could cost him his job if the girl decides that she doesn’t like it.  

When my dad goes to help the school set up for musicals, it’s usually around cheerleader tryouts.  They have to shut the curtains and not leave the stage just in case someone throws a fit.  

One bad egg ruins it for everyone.  It’s not about being a distraction to others, it’s about someone not wanting to go to jail for making eye contact with an underage female that is showing off.  

Get off your high horse saying that you should wear whatever you damn well please.  Dress codes are going to be around you for life.  Leave the belly shirts for when you are over 18 and at the club.  


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“It isn’t hope that shakes her from a sound sleep; from death. And it’s not providence or grace, as much as I would like to say that it is. What gets her to the bathroom is gratitude for the knowledge that nothing means anything at all. What she vomits up is hope, and paralysis, and the comfort of a place where she can rot. Every Carrie she’s hated and every Carrie she loves. It isn’t panic, it’s emptiness. It’s preparation for what happens next, in the silence. It’s a funeral for a girl who never really lived.” –Jacob Clifton

Our local group has split in two. There are middle aged owners and the college kids. I’m closer in age to the college kids, but they annoy me so much with their whining about money, parents and friends and constantly trying to bum money for cheap dolls because they don’t have the ambition to save up for dolls they really want. I like the older ladies because they focus on crafting, writing and working on the dolls with friendly conversation in between. I like the drama free meets.

Thank you–

Thank you to everyone who is here. Thank you to everyone who is following me, who has followed me from the start of this blog, and for those who have only just recently followed me.

Thank you–

You all make being on this website so fantastic and wonderful and I couldn’t ask for anything more. I just wanted to tell you all, that no matter how often or little we rp, I appreciate you being here, I appreciate your interest in my little Star.

Now– please, brace yourself guys, this is going to get long.

Keep reading

Smol confession.

So, this is just gonna be something I wanna throw out there just so people know and that I kind of feel bad of doing it but it’s nothing too extreme, there are some people who are on this site believe cause I have said it, that I am 21 years old and that I was born on April 20th, when in fact, I lied about that, I actually just turned 19 yesterday, on June 27th, I was born in 1997. 

I just wanted to say this cause I’ve always played up that I was born on April 20th as part of a meme but also cause it was a new community I was in, I didn’t know anybody when I came onto Tumblr, I didn’t know Tumblr would be accepting regardless of age, race or gender.

I always thought being “older” per say would be the most accepted and cooler part of being amongst others, cause I was 17 when I joined Tumblr in 2014, I guess a little part in me was scared of being apart of being a huge community of people since I was young at that time, so I thought being older would help rid that as everyone else would think of being older. 

i thought changing who I was would be suited well for me, but I was fairly wrong, I come to realize that you should be you, for you and not lie about anything about yourself for others, cause then you won’t truly believe in yourself if you do that, so I think it was about time I said it. it’s okay to do it to protect yourself, don’t take this as “you should never lie” just as a precaution and thought to live by :)

But because being in this community and on this site surely changed my thoughts about it when I first joined, cause this place is the most accepting community I’ve ever been apart of, I feel safe, welcomed and happy among other people who feel the same. So I just wanted to say that I am sorry for lying that I was older/21 and born on a “Meme Day” (April 20th), when in fact I was born on the 27th of June. 

tl:dr: Lied about being 21 and born on “4/20″ (April 20th) I am sorry, but I actually turned 19 on June 27th! (Which is also Markiplier’s birthday!) I love you all, and stay you, for you. <3

Flowers of a strange color at her feet.
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Leia sat on the brick wall bordering the garden, an orange flower in her hand and red ones at her feet. She sighed; red sunflowers were a bit suspicious, and those who saw her might start to ask question. Not that she truly minded.

Speak of the devil.

Someone seemed to be looking right at her as opposed to past her or at the flowers. She waved, wondering if there would be a response.