When I Handed In My Autism Paperwork, I Scheduled An Appointment Directly With My GP To Go Over My Fully

so like. does anyone know if glam and gore did an actual apology or has actually changed as a person since she originally left youtube?

won't deny her skill, but i don't want to dedicate my time to someone i wouldn't want to hang out with irl, y'know? and with what happened way back when, i'm not sure she's someone i'd want to hang out with irl.

The clones in Star Wars absolutely astound me, especially in the clone wars like,

501st: Our general is a war criminal maniac with a teenager at his heel learning to do the same things by example. And we love them.

212th: Our general is in love with a Duchess and we’re actively in feud with a four armed lightsaber wielding cyborg with lung cancer. One time we fucking punched him and lived.

104th: I would give my entire right arm to see the General Plo never comes to harm or anything ever happens to him. Wolffe: I gave my eye but still, same sentiment.

327th: Our commander and general are fucking. Like. Legitimately. Bly: Yeah dude. Ayala Secura: Yeah dude.

The Bad Batch: This hologram thing keeps telling us that we should stop right now and follow protocol instead of commuting more war crimes. If anyone but Tech knows what war crimes are they simply do not care enough to stop.

Long live the fucking republic man. How the hell they won battles is a mystery.

star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith (2005) dir. george lucas / monster by starset

The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun

Bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own

I shine only with the light you gave me

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

cicadas :-) ⭐️

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*me, getting ready to hit you with a sick-ass keyboard smash*:

I took a break from love nikki for a year or two maybe and consequently forgot all of the lore, and it's a pain to go through the in game story (I'm like, a good way through the second act.) Is there anywhere that has some sort of comprehensive guide to the overall story? (I know there are the story suits too that fit into it). I forgot how absolutely ridiculously bonkers the love nikki lore is. I even forgot about the blood curse.

After over decade of rock collecting, here are some of my favourites!

If anyone knows what kind of rocks they are, I'd love to know!! I'm really interested in whatever shaped the rocks in the first picture (Piddocks maybe from a quick search), and the colouration of the last one!