Magiman
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Photo reblogged from Making it sew.
#700 Sylveon: Sylveon wraps its ribbonlike feelers around its Trainer’s arm because this touch enables it to read its Trainer’s feelings.
This little one is available in my Etsy shop! 🎀
This is the last of the Eeveelutions! Group photo coming soon!
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Post reblogged from eraserhead baby appreciation blog
she doesn’t stop until i pick her up and hold her for a bit
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Photoset reblogged from Stuff I Post on Instagram and Twitter but Later
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Photo reblogged from Don't Mind me, Just Rebloggin'
oh no
Popom, sweety, please put the gun down. We wont let any of the clown-phobes hurt you
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Photo reblogged from Don't Mind me, Just Rebloggin'
found this on twitter and am dying
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Photoset reblogged from You're In My Head, But That Doesn't Make You Here
This quote
We live in a simulation.
Those right-wing maniacs are really trying hard don’t they? Unable to win any argument - so all brain power focusing into making up fake content.
How low the Republicans go when they are scared of powerful women.
“Republican attempt to shame female politician with nude photoshop pictures debunked by foot fetishist using Wikifeet”
That’s a real thing that happened
That’s an actual news story that occured
What even is this planet
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Post reblogged from You're In My Head, But That Doesn't Make You Here
How are disabled and interracial illegal???
Interracial marriage was outlawed for the longest time, and disabled people lose government benefits when they get married so they cannot have reassurance that they will continue to LIVE if they get married.
Story time: my mom is white, dad is black. They’ve been together twenty four years, married for twenty three. When my parents were dating they did it on the low TO KEEP MY DAD SAFE.
My mom’s parents said “We don’t care who you love.” At that point she’d only ever brought home white guys. She brought my dad home-her mother called her a nigger lover and damned the relationship as much as possible. Her father grew around his prejudices after I was born but never apologized, just wasn’t a blatant fuck.
The day she introduced my father to her family was the last time she spoke to her mother for over twenty years. When I was getting sick and she called and asked her mother and grandmother if anyone in the family had anything strange happen similar what I was going through they told her “it’s because you married a black man. You made your bed, you lie in it.”
Cops pulled them over all the time and asked my mom IF SHE WAS OKAY AND IF SHE NEEDED HELP BECAUSE MY FATHER-A BLACK MAN-WAS DRIVING A 100 POUND WHITE WOMAN AROUND. HE WAS HARRASSED AND THREATED WITH ARREST.
My father ended up getting into a fight in self defence because some entitled hick decided he didn’t like seeing a black man and white woman in the bar together. Thankfully other patrons helped my father but he still couldn’t go to the er for his injuries. My mom patched him up and they were terrified the cops would take him away.
THEIR BEST FRIEND GOT LICENSED TO MARRY THEM SO THEY COULD ACTUALLY TIE THE KNOT BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE WOULD AND CITED JIM CROW ERA LAW AS TO WHY.
When shopping with just me my father wouldn’t hold my hand if there was a group around. Why? I’m far lighter than him and people had stopped and asked him “whose child is that?” Or “little girl where’s your parents?” and were stunned when I grinned and pointed at my dad and proudly proclaimed “my daddy’s right here.” You know where else mixed kids couldn’t hold their parents hands? Apartheid South Africa. We live in fucking FLORIDA.
So yeah. Some history for you.
This post was made in October 2018. The above poster’s parents met in 1994. We were a generation removed from the Civil Rights movement and this was happening.
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Post reblogged from You're In My Head, But That Doesn't Make You Here
Peppers are the spicy of the fire, mint is the spicy of the ice, carbonation is the spicy of the air, and vinegar is the spicy of the water.
Ginger is the spicy of the earth.
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Photo reblogged from You're In My Head, But That Doesn't Make You Here
Can i get a step by step on how to do this?
So far for me it’s been something like:
1. Become aware of how and when you tearing yourself down.
2. Now that you can catch yourself doing it. Offer counters to the negative self talk. A really useful thing I read was to talk to yourself almost the way you would child. Gentle and patient. Even when they fuck up.
3. Take time to celebrate your small accomplishments. You’ve been attacking yourself for every little mistake. Apply that same fervor to the positive things in your life. Did the dishes even though you didn’t want to? Fuck yeah! Got up and took shower? YES!!! You are taking positive steps to feeling better. Celebrate it.
4. Make lists of things you’re good at/ like about yourself. The first time I did this the only two things in my list we’re that I liked my hair and I had good friends. It was start.
5. Don’t beat yourself up if you screw up steps 1-4. It’s counter productive. When I catch myself calling my self stupid for some mistake or other my response now is,“We don’t talk to ourselves like that anymore. What’s something constructive that could actually help solve the problem.”
Most of the time that seems to work. Not always. But more and more Everytime.
I hope any of that made sense.
oh my goodness there are instructions!!
Omg I was doing this without knowing
(Source: arabwife)
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Post reblogged from What can I do'ya for?
thegreenthingslivebeforetheydie:
thegreenthingslivebeforetheydie:
my favorite is when Kermit’s facial expression is simultaneously an obvious hand in a puppet but also an instantly recognizable and relatable emotion
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Photoset reblogged from I do so enjoy unexpected guests...
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Photo reblogged from Doodle for Food
Wanted to doodle something. Why not a Game Grumps reference?
