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So I (and tumblr) fucked up and basically I am remaking my blog because the only place I can actually access my current account is on safari on my phone. And that’s not ideal.
So! Come follow me on @ro-fo-sho so I’m not alone. And then I can follow you back so that can be my true home
Reminder to come follow me over at @ro-fo-sho as I will not be using this blog anymore!
So I (and tumblr) fucked up and basically I am remaking my blog because the only place I can actually access my current account is on safari on my phone. And that’s not ideal.
So! Come follow me on @ro-fo-sho so I’m not alone. And then I can follow you back so that can be my true home
Reminder to come follow me over at @ro-fo-sho as I will not be using this blog anymore!
So I (and tumblr) fucked up and basically I am remaking my blog because the only place I can actually access my current account is on safari on my phone. And that’s not ideal.
So! Come follow me on @ro-fo-sho so I’m not alone. And then I can follow you back so that can be my true home
Reminder to come follow me over at @ro-fo-sho as I will not be using this blog anymore!
So I (and tumblr) fucked up and basically I am remaking my blog because the only place I can actually access my current account is on safari on my phone. And that’s not ideal.
So! Come follow me on @ro-fo-sho so I’m not alone. And then I can follow you back so that can be my true home
So I (and tumblr) fucked up and basically I am remaking my blog because the only place I can actually access my current account is on safari on my phone. And that's not ideal. So! Come follow me on @ro-fo-sho so I'm not alone. And then I can follow you back so that can be my true home
-giving ur friends the same information over and over because u forgot u ever gave it to them
-opening up a new text post only to forget what u were going 2 say
-never changing a wall calendar/needing to look up what day of the week something will be
-literally not being able to remember what happened yesterday/an hour ago/five minutes ago
-forgetting where ur going/what ur doing in the middle of doing it
-flipping through the beginning of a book because u forgot some characters and plot development
-making a typo, make a mental note to fix it, get up to do something, keep typing without fixing the typo
-”haha ur memory cant be THAT bad”
-it can be
-reminding urself 2 do something but u forget
-writing reminders, forgetting that u wrote a reminder/forgetting what was on the reminder/forgetting where u put the reminder
-”just put something in ur room out of place before u go 2 sleep” and ur room has so much shit on the floor u wouldnt even be able 2 tell whats out of place
-alternately: doing the above and then forgetting what it was supposed to remind u of
-did that happen or was i dreaming
-i was gonna put something here but i FORGOT it and i HATE it
What would you do? You choose what path your character takes in Episode – download the app now!
yes….pander to me…
finally one I like
This is me
SPIRK WON!!! Followed closely by Scotty/The Enterprise.
DM: He grabs you by the collar of your shirt.
Fighter: I go in for the kiss.
In doing some research for my next jewelry post, I came across this little gem about Avvarian shamanism that I don’t remember ever reading before:
Neither the Chantry nor the Prophetess means anything to the Avvarians, and Templars are not welcome in the Frostbacks. This is wise, as many of the shamans’ rituals would horrify the Chantry. Even mild rites invite spirits to speak through the casters for a time, to say nothing of some of their more powerful ceremonies. The Avvars are well aware that some spirits are reluctant to depart human hosts willingly, but they have means of dealing with such recalcitrant entities. After all, they have no more desire to become abominations than other mages, and so their rituals are specifically designed to force the spirits back out as well. (Bolding mine).
Wut? If the Avvar can do this, why doesn’t everyone else just figure out how to do it as well? I’m guessing the Chantry is WELL AWARE (just like the Chantry knows darned well that they have ways of doing blood magic in Tevinter without consorting with demons). So why in the Void aren’t mages taught how to do this? Why? WHY?
(My guess would be something about the Chantry not wanting magic to become “safe.” That would strip the Chantry of all the power they now have from lording it over a populace in terror of mages. Also, all the economic gains that come by having the Tranquil as basically slave labor. And their templar army that is drugged into submission).
Fucking Chantry, man.
So I did a thing and I put my dumb first attempt of illustrator art on redbubble cause I thought it’d be cool to see it on things. But yeah buy it if you like it idk it’s available on a bunch of their products :)
tag yourself im john anger
I'm Jemmy
hey everybody, check out these lesbian witch cats at my local rescue
so I’m reading Alexander Hamilton’s letters because that’s the sort of thing I do for funsies and he is ABSOLUTELY the guy who FLIPS HIS SHIT when you don’t text him back
like, historically, is what I am saying here
I present Exhibit A, this letter to Laurens, FIRST FUCKING PARAGRAPH:
I acknowlege but one letter from you, since you left us, of the 14th of July which just arrived in time to appease a violent conflict between my friendship and my pride. I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made proper return.
“Bro, I texted you like FIVE OR SIX TIMES and you didn’t send SHIT.”
But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful ——.
Yes, that is Hamilton comparing his letters to Laurens to sex. In a totes str8 way. Also, those two lines were a deliberate blank, which means that they are absolutely censoring a swear. I’ll pause to let you imagine Hamilton sitting over the paper, quill in hand, thinking, “Well, I could use ‘asshole’ or ‘motherfucker’… no, I’ll just leave it blank so he can fill it in himself. LIKE INSULT MADLIBS.”
But you have now disarmed my resentment and by a single mark of attention made up the quarrel. You must at least allow me a large stock of good nature.
“But then you sent me one letter and I was like, ‘Aww, I can’t stay mad at you.’”
Oh, but that’s just Laurens, you say. NO SIR. THIS IS EQUAL OPPORTUNITY TEXT-DEMANDING. I present Exhibit B in my case, this letter from Hamilton to Eliza:
It is an age my dearest since I have received a letter from you; the post is arrived and not a line.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TEXT ME BACK?”
I know not to what to impute your silence; so it is I am alarmed with an apprehension of your being ill. Sometimes I suspect a [????] of your letters. Sometimes my anxiety accuses you of negligence but I chide myself whenever it does.
Oh, honey. I mean, disease was definitely An Actual Thing that Hamilton would have been afraid of (not just because of his backstory but as a common issue in colonial America), but seriously, dude doesn’t get any letters and immediately thinks the worst.
And then, after like a whole paragraph of talking about how much he needs her letters and how he sends her letters even though he’s so busy and blah blah blah:
Pardon me my lovely girl for any thing I may have said that has the remotest semblance of complaining. If you knew my heart thoroughly you would see it so full of tenderness for you that you would not only pardon, but you would even love my weaknesses.
“I’m sorry, I’m just venting, I just really need you to text me back.”
For god’s sake My Dear Betsey try to write me oftener and give me the picture of your heart in all its varieties of light and shade. Tell me whether it feels the same for me or did when we were together, or whether what seemed to be love was nothing more than a generous sympathy. The possibility of this frequently torments me.
This is Alexander Hamilton writing to his fiancée asking if she actually likes him or if she’s just being nice to him. Alexander Hamilton is literally this post:
*nudges husband awake at 4 AM* me: do you like me him: I MARRIED YOU me: yes but did you marry me as a friend, or like, a wife? unclear
Alexander Hamilton: anxious & in need of constant validation and attention
This photo is dumb but someone come pet my new undercut asap.
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Aesthetic today
Help I'm gay for my friend
i don’t think anyone fully understands how iconic of a film the princess diaries truly is. everything in that film is iconic. the apartment/firehouse. the scooters as a method of transportation. “get off the grass” in 4 languages. “please don’t crush my soy nuts.” the mustang. the weird neighbor who writes poetry. the m&ms on the keyboard and the pizza. “it’s a wango?” lily’s otter backpack. the whole paolo makeover sequence. every foot pop. stop me i could go on forever the princess diaries is so iconic it’s on the same level of iconography as star wars (1977)
