Many years later, here at 38 I am finally joining Tumblr.
Here are some REALLY ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐บ๐ฒ:โฃ
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๐ฝ๏ธI had my first job before I was legally allowed to at 13 (washing dishes at a restauruant), bought my own car at 16 and between age 18-20 had 3 jobs while attending college. โฃ
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I have an associates in liberal arts and a bachelorโs in psychology and obtained both in 3 years. Now I run 2 businesses that have absolutely nothing to do with my degrees. โฃ๐
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๐พ๐๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ๐น๐ฑ ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐. Then decided I couldnโt put animals โto sleepโ when the time came, so decided not to do it. Which leads into my next fact, Iโm a HUGE animal lover and fully believe in rescuing dogs vs buying from breeders etc. I actually despise people who buy, simply because there are so many that need a home and/or are getting put down due to lack of room. Itโs clearly something I could rant on about for ages. โฃ
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I donโt watch TV that much, but when I do, Iโll admit itโs reality TV (Housewives, Vanderpump)โฃ๐คฃ and me staying up later than I should to enjoy quiet time.
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โ๏ธI never went on an airplane or seen the ocean ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ 21. Now Iโve been to more places out of the country than I can count. โฃ
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Theย #1ย place on my to visit list is Bali. โฃ
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I played the saxophone in high school. Also played baseball/softball, basketball and volleyball all through school. I was pretty darn good at it too, until I decided getting in trouble was more fun. โฃ๐ท๐ฅ๐๐
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๐คคIn my fridge the 3 things youโll always find are: Polly-O Cheese sticks, Wishbone Italian Dressing, Pickles. โฃ
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๐๐ง ๐ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ 3 ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บโ๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฆ: Invisibility (to rob banks obviously..kiddingโฆmaybe ;)), time travel and to speak any/all languages in the world.โฃ๐ฆธโโ๏ธ
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One of my biggest nitpicks in fiction concerns the feeding of babies. Mothers dying during/shortly after childbirth or the baby being separated form the mother shortly after birth is pretty common in fiction. It is/was also common enough in real life, which is why I think a lot of writers/readers don't think too hard about this. however. Historically, the only reason the vast majority of babies survived being separated from their mother was because there was at least one other woman around to breastfeed them. Before modern formula, yes, people did use other substitutes, but they were rarely, if ever, nutritionally sufficient.
Newborns can't eat adult food. They can't really survive on animal milk. If your story takes place in a world before/without formula, a baby separated from its mother is going to either be nursed by someone else, or starve.
It doesn't have to be a huge plot point, but idk at least don't explicitly describe the situation as excluding the possibility of a wetnurse. "The father or the great grandmother or the neighbor man or the older sibling took and raised the baby completely alone in a cave for a year." Nope. That baby is dead I'm sorry. "The baby was kidnapped shortly after birth by a wizard and hidden away in a secret tower" um quick question was the wizard lactating? "The mother refused to see or touch her child after birth so the baby was left to the care of the ailing grandfather" the grandfather who made the necessary arrangements with women in the neighborhood, right? right? OR THAT GREAT OFFENDER "A newborn baby was left on the doorstep and they brought it in and took care of it no issues" What Are You Going to Feed That Baby. Hello?
Like. It's not impossible, but arrangements are going to have to be made. There are some logistics.
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
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This scene makes me feralโฆ
The watch, the jaw, the wrist flick, the VESTโฆ.๐คค
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Ori the Bunny is a very happy gentle and shy soul. He likes to be cuddled (who wouldn't want to pet a face like that :) ) and loves taking naps with his new friend. Turning away nightmares and comforting a child in need is his favorite job. Being loyal his love must be shared only with the right child. Are you the one to adopt him?
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Danny is a clone; his parents had closely monitored and tracked his DNA donor carefully, until they were able to get ahold of some hair and blood.
He's a clone of Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman only finds out after Danny donates his blood for a medical experiment for extra cash, and the genetic testing they do on it pings one of Batman's many, many programs.
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Do you ever wonder... what is going on up there...
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Meet Tiny, baby bird that just emerged from its egg. Tiny is a very charming and vivacious creature. He makes loud chirping noises while eating. Obviously loves food. Beneath his wing there is a fragile heart hidden. If you label him with your name, he will be yours forever.
Birds teach a great life lesson. All you have to do is listen to their song.
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