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joeisamess · 2 years
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5/6/22 Journal: Ellijay, GA Day 4
5/6/22 Journal: Ellijay, GA Day 4
Just got out of a Zoom meeting with my three co-creators of an animation project. I have no idea if our cartoon will ever see the light of day, but my God it’s fun creating it. I feel like 98% of my life is me pretending to be an adult; it’s fun to have a project that utilizes the immature idiot I probably actually am. As I previously posted, Norah was complete asshole yesterday, so we took it…
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silvaris · 10 months
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Schloss Werenwag by Waldemar Fotler
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oblivions-dawn · 3 months
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𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕛𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕
a Skyrim journey, 97/?
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bennettmarko · 5 days
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raticalshoez · 6 months
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Green, Crimson, Gold
i've been following @autumnwhistles' Last Life Musical project and i've been going INSANE over the song concepts and ohhhhhh the song about joel going red really caught my attention because joel is one of my fav loserboy lifers
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rabbitcruiser · 1 month
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Alpine Lake
What do you think about my pic?  
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gratefulfrog · 2 months
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Happy Birthday, Townes
Born in Fort Worth Texas March 7, 1994
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lionfloss · 2 years
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calicirro · 3 days
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VILLAGE
riva del garda, italy
fujifilm x-h2
XF10-24mmF4 R OIS WR
camarón
ISO 3200 | 36 mm | 1.3 ev | ƒ 4.5 | 1/250 s
red spire
ISO 1600 | 36 mm | 0.3 ev | ƒ 11 | 1/800 s
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ISO 1600 | 36 mm | 0.3 ev | ƒ 10 | 1/800 s
10.8.2023
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kimberly40 · 6 months
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Our Mountain Roads- As I made my way southbound, I began to think of all that she carries. She connects us to so many people and places. I wonder…how many cars have traveled her. How many stories she’s heard. How many tears have been shed; how many laughs shared. How many lives have been lost to her. How many raindrops have washed her dusty sins away. How many souls have entered into these mountains; how many have left…and how many years have I spent completely blind to the magnificence right in front me?
🍁McDowell County, North Carolina
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hsundholm · 9 months
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The Chairs in Werfen by Henrik Sundholm Via Flickr: A gloomy arrival in Werfen, Austria. The rain started as I decided to visit Burg Hohenwerfen.
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oblivions-dawn · 5 months
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𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕓𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕕
A Skyrim journey, 51/?
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crossoverbaps · 4 months
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It's a Love Story, Baby Part 1 I need a better title, I know...
This story includes shameless shipping, beware! (Gweelok x Jerry with a little Festro x Fart sprinkled in)
Gweelok sighed to himself as he was facing away from his four roommates.
“What’s the matter with him?” Festro groaned. “He's been staring at that wall all day long!”
“Gweelok looks lonely.” Fart guessed. “He looks like he's longing for some company.”
“Aww, we should give him a hug. Slog is coming, Gwee.” Slog grinned as he spread his arms apart and was about to rush over to his friend, but Fart put his arm in front of Slog, stopping him.
“Hold on.” Fart told him. “I meant a different kind of company.”
“Bleh blag bleh bleh?” Dingle guessed in his gibberish.
“Exactly, I think Gweelok is in love.” Fart nodded.
“Ooh! Who's the lucky disgustoid?” Slog grinned.
“They may not be a disgustoid.” Fart corrected.
“Oh no… He better not be in love with a human!” Festro gasped in horror.
“Guys, won't you all shut up?! I'm not in love and I never will be!” Gweelok shouted in denial, but his face was a bit red.
“Blaga blaga bleg bleg.” Dingle grinned and pointed at Gweelok's face.
“I'm NOT blushing because I'm in love! My face is red because I'm angry you keep bothering me!” Gweelok shrieked.
“We're sorry, Gweelok, we'll leave you alone.” Fart apologized. “Come on.”
“Gweelok has become such a sap, I can tell. Good thing we're not into that mushy stuff, right?” Festro chuckled while nudging Fart with his elbow.
“Um… Yeah…” Fart sighed, sounding slightly dejected, though Festro didn't notice.
“Jerry…” Gweelok looked out the window of their underground home, which led to the outside tunnels. “You may have been a bad guy, but I miss you… I wish I knew where you had gone… Literally… Oh no, I said the L word didn't I?!”
Suddenly a cloud of smoke appeared in the room, and in front of Gweelok was the man who had gotten Gweelok into the situation before. Jerry the Troll King.
“J-J-Jerry!” Gweelok gasped.
“Hello, my dear Gweelok, did you miss me?” Jerry winked.
“What? No! I just wanted to… Know where you have been…” Gweelok scratched the back of his head nervously.
“Oh, Gweelok, I always loved your tendency to deny everything.” Jerry chuckled. “Was what I did wrong? Yes, of course it was, but you did wish for it and I want to grant any wish you make.”
“But… I wasn't even playing your game.” Gweelok scratched his forehead in confusion.
“I had to take the opportunity to see my favorite disgustoid.” Jerry gazed into Gweelok's eyes lovingly, Gweelok couldn't help but smile back. “Now, how about we go back to my place and dance some more.”
“Uh… Hmm…” Gweelok rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Festro, Fart, Slog, and Dingle walked back to the room Gweelok was in, only to notice he was gone.
“Where did he go now?!” Festro grumbled. “First he stays in one place all day and now he's moving around!”
“Look, a piece of paper!” Slog pointed at a note on the floor. Fart picked it up and read it out loud.
“Dear friends,
Gweelok is with me, don't bother looking for us.
Love… Jerry?!”
“Oh no! Gweelok has been kidnapped!” Slog put his hands to his face.
“Nobody takes our bro away!” Festro growled angrily and pretended to roll up his non-existent sleeves. “I say we go to the labyrinth and show that troll who's boss!”
“But we need plans, and we need to pack, and we have to find out where that labyrinth is now!” Fart listed the many things they had to do.
“Fine, but let's hurry! Or else… Well, I don't know what will happen, but we gotta save Gweelok.” Festro told them. The others nodded, though Dingle was a little reluctant.
“Blagity blah blah?” Dingle suggested.
“Of course it's not a misunderstanding! We never misunderstand anything!” Festro retorted. Dingle shrugged and then all four remaining disgustoids went to their rooms to pack their bags for an adventure to save Gweelok.
Meanwhile, Gweelok was sitting at a table across from Jerry, both having tea.
“Thanks for taking me here, I love my bros, but I need to get away from them sometimes.” Gweelok thanked the Troll King.
“No problem. Anyway, you can stay here as long as you'd like.” Jerry told him.
“I'd love to but I need to get back to my bros.” Gweelok groaned. “Eventually I mean.”
“That's the spirit, I also left a note for them so they wouldn't worry about you.” Jerry said as he sipped his tea again.
“You've been so considerate lately, why?” Gweelok titled his head in confusion.
“All for you.” Jerry whispered tenderly.
“Aww…” Gweelok blushed again, Jerry blushed back.
“Want to dance again?” Jerry offered.
“You're not going to give me legs again are you?” Gweelok raised an eyebrow.
“Only if you want me to.” Jerry answered.
“Nah, I'd rather dance my own way.” Gweelok shook his head.
“Suit yourself, besides, I like it when you dance your own way.” Jerry smiled.
Meanwhile, Festro and the others were looking through the map that they made.
“Who's idea was it to have all of us make the same map despite us having differing senses of direction?” Festro scoffed.
“It was yours.” Fart pointed out.
“Yeah, but… Nevermind, you're right…” Festro groaned.
“Blegga bloo blah.” Dingle frowned.
“Yes, Dingle, Gweelok would have made a proper map if he was here, probably with his fascinating technology.” Fart replied sadly.
“I hope he's okay.” Slog added worriedly.
“Um, how long have we been walking?” Festro asked, sweating and panting. “And why do all the rocks look the same?”
“Easy, we're lost.” Fart responded.
“We can't be lost! After all that planning I came up with!” Festro complained.
“It was my idea, Festro!” Fart argued.
“Then it was your fault, I should have been in charge!” Festro pointed at Fart accusingly.
“You take that back!” Fart narrowed his eyes.
“Not before you do!” Festro narrowed his eyes back.
“Guys! This isn't helping! I know I'm not usually that bright or mature, but we need to save Gweelok!” Slog got between his two slightly older friends. Dingle nodded in agreement.
“You're right. Sorry.” Fart apologized.
“Me too, let's argue after we save Gweelok.” Festro said.
“Very well…” Fart slouched over, feeling a bit guilty for fighting with Festro. He loved his friend, but sometimes he could be a pain in the neck. “Still, I'd do anything for him.”
“Come on, I think we're almost there!” Festeo motioned his arm for them to follow, they looked at each other shrugged, then rushed to follow their leader, wondering if he was right about them almost finding Jerry and Gweelok
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elizjjwold · 2 months
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by Elizabeth Johnson-Wold
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vox-anglosphere · 11 months
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Ben Nevis, Britain's highest mountain under a brooding Highland sky
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supermikeyworks · 1 year
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Cartoon Network shows: Early to Mid 2010s
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