ody ~ he ~ 18 ~ enjoyer of jrwi, tma, spn, ofmd, dw, and many other acronyms that denote big gay loser
select an artifact
endless can of pink lemonade that never spoils
a power brick that never runs out of charge
knife that can hit any target you imagine when you throw it
a framed glass pane that let's you see into alternative universes
gloves that can protect from any heat and melt any metal
a phone book with everyone's phone number in the world
an umbrella that changes the weather to be raining when opened
the eye of a God that transmits any image it sees into everyone's dreams
the autistic view of the world has insight and beauty in it, and we’re taught that there’s something wrong with it.
What’s fascinating is that the parents who didn’t know it was the work of an autistic kid praised it as well.
Technically, we don't know that it's an autistic kid's work, either. 5e infographic doesn't say Cadence is autistic.
"appropriate play skills" is such a horrid phrase, goddamn
people demonize autism so much that parents think their children aren’t playing “correctly”. it’s play, how could it ever be wrong?
Compilation of people holding things that shouldn't be held, please add more if you have any
@is-the-snake-video-cute looks like a coral snake (blunt nose) but double checking- is it ?
That's indeed a coral snake, good ID!!
This thread is full of the luckiest people on the planet, I think. Also goes to show just how calm even venomous snakes are - coral snakes rarely bite unless you're actively harassing them - and how important it is to make sure your ID as non-venomous is 1000% certain before picking up any wild snake.
do you ever watch videos of youtubers reading their own crappy wattpad x self insert fics and think to yourself man i would love to explain the sold to one direction trope to these kids, it would absolutely break them
it was the morning after the big move (a/n idk where she moved too lol) and you swept your messy dark brown hair that was slightly wavy with sun kissed blonde streaks in it up into a messy bun and swiped mascara across your thick lashes that brought out your shining blue ocean colored orbs before throwing on the large frumpy sweatshirt that i had thrown on the floor the night before. i heard the doorbell ring from downstairs. “y/n!” your mom yelled “get down here quick!” “what is it mom?” i yelled back, she was so annoying sometimes. “your new owners are here,” she stated. “my- what?” you stammered, perfect pink lips opening in shock. “yes honey, how else do you think i was able to pay for this house and my alcohol addition? now open the door” you opened the door and saw them on the doorstep, one direction. they looked mostly bored but harry opened his arms and gave you a brilliant smile, his pearly white teeth glistening in the sun. “hey princess get your stuff.”
imagine you're in a timeloop and everything goes exactly the same every time, except for a random user that just posts completely differently each loop. sometimes they don't post at all. they never post about the timeloop, though
during one loop you message them to ask if they know what's going on and they immediately block you and go back to posting
I love that amid the stress of being caught in a temporal paradox you are checking tumblr dot com
nothing better to do
