We Will Not Be Girlrotting In April. We Will Be Girlblooming Girlburgeoning Girlflourishing

I love their chemistry, I don't understand why they are so little talked about 🤔

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being unemployed is rad but being unemployed in a world that treats employment as a necessity that completes you as a person while also having zero access to unemployment benefits is maybe not so good

I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you're able to write loads & make lots of progress <3

would die for a fresh hot corn on the cob rn

Listen... I love how floppy and throwable Astarion is. I love that he has a whopping 8 strength. I adore that a particularly stiff breeze could send him far, far away, and you'd have to search the trees for half an hour to find where he went.

BUT I do headcanon that he has the strength benefits of vampirism like any other spawn. They're just kind of? Inaccessible unless he's VERY well fed and/or is in a situation he'd very desperately rather not be in.

Like a mom who summons the strength of 100 gorillas to lift a truck off of her child. He's scooping you up with one arm and leaping out of the way of danger like it's nothing. Or snapping a guy's neck like a twig when he ambushes the two of you one night. Or punching a hole through a rock wall and bending back metal bars as thick as your forearm to break your asses out of jail.

He'll also be just as surprised as you are when it happens. Every time it happens. And then once that wears off, he'll be ridiculously smug and giddy about if for the next ten-day AT LEAST.

costco should sell weed i want to smoke kirkland signature strain

Thinking about when I worked at a shitty restaurant + one night it was just me + 3 other women on closing shift, so some guy came in the back and waved a knife around, presumably for money but I’m not actually certain, bc he was met with the bartender holding a much bigger knife, a tiny teenager wielding a cast iron pan, an elderly woman holding up a crockpot of clearly boiling water, and me, turning on the meat slicer with eye contact for maximum effect. He left, but the moral of the story is not girl power or whatever, it’s just. Why the fuck would you threaten a room full of underpaid and sleep-deprived blue-collar workers surrounded by lethal weapons.

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