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petsincollections · 9 months
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Animal, Stuffed
Stuffed Burris Owl, the Burris School mascot. The owl's main body and pointed ears are fashioned in gold-colored corduroy, run vertically. He has blue felt wings and tail and large black eyes surrounded with a cream-colored fringe. It is stuffed with some sort of course material
Minnetrista Museum and Gardens
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bjurnberg · 8 months
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@stealingyourbones I have the perfect dog for you. Look at this good boy.
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habken · 2 months
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If you dont know already, tumblr is planning a cooperation with Midjourney. Nightshade and glaze your illustrations, if you didn`t already !!
I’m so tired man
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seokolat · 8 months
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daily life, romanticized
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federer7 · 4 months
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West Germany. Munich. Public school. 1962
Photo: René Burri
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vintage-tigre · 5 months
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realnielsbohr · 6 months
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starkid puts me in the very specific state that doesn't really happen with other musicals where i unintentionally learn the choreo bc i watch it so many times
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icharchivist · 1 year
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also it’s 100% on me on this one for the wording but when i say i have “memories” of things that happened in the past (definition of “the past” being either before the last past year or the last past month, still unsure) i generally mostly remember like. vibes. I remember some vague big events here and there if i try to remember them hard from the vibes alone but tbh i don’t fully trust most of my recollection of everything. it’s not like i don’t remember anything either but it’s mostly that most things are foggy ALKJDLKFJDFKL 
memory bad 😔
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bdybag · 6 months
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what if
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mayuurx · 1 year
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So I saw this video https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UUOo8N9_iH0
Basically it's a compilation of robots attempting to open a door but just ends up falling over. It's hilarious.
After some further digging, it turns out it's much easier to program robots into doing things like chess compared to well, opening a door.
Won't it be funny if this evil supercomputer thing be bragging about the countless creative masterminds he comes up with but give him a door and he just crashes.
He's probably been standing there for an hour or so already.
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hinadori-chan · 10 months
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low key wanna like
set up a queue for posts i like that don’t circulate anymore so that way the recirculate but also i don’t spam but like
i don’t think i’ve ever used a queue before tbh lol
#listen i’ve always been the kind of blogger where you just know what i’m about when i’m about it#but since this is more of a fandom sidespace than my actual blog maybe that’s the better route?#cause there’s a lot of really good fanart and fanfics and analytical pieces that just#don’t get as much love since they got burried by time and i wanna bring them back to the forefront becuase they’re GOOD#and people put their heart and soul and time into them and i want them to be appreciated becuase i love them and they make me happy#but also i’ve hit post limit multiple times becuase if this blog and i’m scared it’ll happen again#cause i think you still hit it with the queue too#and like#i do actually use my main blog a log and the posts come from the same pool#(pro tip for new users btw if your side blogs are connected to your main account all your posts come from a pool that your account gets)#(kind of like a deck of cards that has to be distributed between all players)#ANYWAY it might be the better move for now#i’ll stew on that while i try and get myself out of writers block#cause i’ll need to get the first draft of peghawks2023 done this weekend if i want ot done in time for the 16th#need to figure out how to trick my brain into working#had this problem in school also#the only reason i passed is because most my teachers loved me and wanted me to succeed in spite of my executive dysfunction#and my other two teachers hated me so much (adhd kid with a pension to cause problems) that they passed me#just so they never had to see me again lmao#it’s okay feelings were mutual fuck those guys#(or love those guys for the teachers that adored me)#(hope they’re doing good)#what was i talking about#RIGHT queues and writing#yeah i should go do that okay bye for now!!!
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mihai-florescu · 2 years
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Hmm this is a bit hard because I'm so good at keeping secrets that I just. straight up forget them. even my own.
But!! But but but!! When I was a kid I once stole a little bat keychain from the son of my fathers colleague who invited us to new year's dinner that year. I then ended up being so scared of getting caught and getting into trouble that my genius 8 or 9 year old self just gifted said keychain to my friend and told her I found it somewhere lying around
This feels like it became a core memory to you, thank you for sharing it!
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mitchievousness · 9 months
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seokolat · 8 months
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she’s ready to rule that high school
The amazing high school build is from @theseptembersim !
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Max, who owns non-feminine, non-military clothes (ex: mud hens jersey), chooses to wear a dress in a possible life or death situation because he refuses to be burried in his uniform. And that's very gender of him
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crypticminx · 2 months
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nate w reader that has baby fever
Hi anon, this was fun lovey xx
Baby Fever with Nate Jacobs
Slight breeding kink mentioned but not rlly, ditzy reader, Nate being reasonable??
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“Nate”
“No.”
“But Nate—“
“Y/n, please.”
You stare at your now provoked boyfriend, who is frustratingly trying to get through his school work. He’s sat at his desk, his books messily sprawled across the surface of the smooth wood, textbook open and notebook filled with neat handwriting as he burns through each question. By this point, his mind is eagerly fighting to stay focused, but as long as you’re there in his bed beside him, he knows he won’t finish.
“Nate!” You yell again, this time biting your tongue from laughter as you can see his face grow red with tension.
“Y/n, I said no,” he runs his fingers through his hair, feeling like he can’t keep up with neither you or his homework. Defeat wasn’t an easy solution for him.
“But whyyy,” you whine as you turn off your phone and lay on your chest, your legs happily kicking away. Dressed in nothing but Nate’s oversized sweater and some knee high socks, he would be an absolute liar if he didn’t find you so desirably hot in this very moment.
But he also found the strength to maintain his composure with what little self respect he had for himself.
“Because we’re too young to have a fucking baby,” he sighs, stopping himself from raising his voice at you without the further intent of making you feel like you’ve done something wrong.
It doesn’t phase you though.
You roll your eyes, exaggerating the size of them as you huff in annoyance of your boyfriend being extremely noncompliant with your needy request.
In all fairness, it wasn’t your fault.
You were cute. Nate was really fucking cute. Thus, the rash realization that the two of you would definitely make cute babies.
“Okay so not now…,” you speak to him as if you’re trying to trick him. The way your voice trails with giddiness sets him to believe that whatever you’re conspiring isn’t going to be reasonable or ideally realistic.
He stares at you with a blank expression, his eyes don’t flash their usual sparkle and he seems rather unimpressed by how good you are at making him feel irked.
“Sooooo what about tomorrow?”
He slams his textbook down, the noise is loud and almost thunderous as you slightly jolt. Your smile fades as you can see he might actually be upset, but it didn’t make sense.
When the two of you got down to business, he praised you. He acted like he worshiped the very ground you walked on and treated you like a princess. He’d whisper things to you—very private, sentimental statements that made your heart flutter with an overwhelming sense of pride.
And now he was mad at you?
You cross your arms, trying not to let out all the steam burried inside your frustrations as he was quick to apologize.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead as he took a seat next to you. He ran his fingers down your bare thigh, the smooth motion of his hands were enough to make you feel relaxed again, but he wasn’t off the hook.
“If you’re so sorry, why can’t you give me a baby…” you pout, tossing him a big frown that almost made him feel sorry for you.
He doesn’t know how to explain it, it seems you’re too cooped up in your own little fantasy world where having baby isn’t unrealistic and wouldn’t be a huge deal.
“Y/n,” he carefully plays with your hair, pushing a loose strand behind your ear to see the full extent of your face on display, however, you didn’t seem happy. “We’re in high school, how are we going to juggle having a baby?”
“Ugh,” you push him away, playfully of course, “don’t give me that talk, Nate.”
He shrugs his shoulders, letting his mind trail to the possibilities of getting you pregnant. and in all honesty, it didn’t seem too bad. He always wanted a child, but the timing and the moment just didn’t match up with that idea.
It would cause havoc, with both your family and his. He had no doubt about that as he could hear his fathers aggravating voice shout in his head, telling him how much of an awful father he would turn out to be. That alone was offputting.
“Don’t you wanna cum in me?”
And there you were, edging him with that soft voice of yours that knew how to get him riled up with heat. You bat your eyelashes, titling your head with a devious grin.
“Fill me up with your baby? I know you want to….Nate.” The words roll off your toungue as he fails to keep himself from melting away. He wants nothing more than to make you his—but would he ruin his life just to give you something that you want?
That would be something the two of you would find out—in a few months time.
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