NPC in Video Game: *Gossips about another NPC* Me:
I was just captivated by this comic
THIS NEEDS TO BE A MIYAZAKI FILM
Yes to bird frands
Long but gorgeous.
AAAAAAA
Sauce:
thank you for the sauce
the real allies
I think about this every day
Today is honeysuckle removal day. This device is called a Pullerbear. You move the jaws around the base of the plant and use the lever to clench them and draw back. The result is that you strip the bark off the honeysuckle and nothing else fucking happens and you try for an hour and a half and get a grand total of zero plants removed until you have blisters and also the wood breaks.
Please don’t plant bush honeysuckle in the USA because it goes everywhere and you can’t fucking remove it and you’ll make all my counterparts exhausted and miserable.
The sum of my efforts. One measly plant.
New strategy. Equally ineffective.
I am become archaeologist! SHERDS!
I’ll record the GPS location and date where I found them and submit them to the park. I don’t know if they’re particularly old but we do find a lot of 1800’s pottery here.
Hour ???:
My one man crusade against the honeysuckle has got the better of me. The sun is hot. The roots are deep. The ground is littered with long thorns from honey locust that stab me continuously. At some point during the struggle the cork from my water bottle came loose and its contents poured out. I have drunk the last drops that remained. An ant in my shirt bit me on the nipple.
I perish now... unless I get up and go inside, but my least favorite coworker is there right now and I do not want to see or be seen by him.
Well, friends, I prevailed.
The slain corpses of my enemies lay strewn around me in their relentless hordes—not all, but many. Perhaps a hundred; I did not count. My attention deficit disorder comes with the surprise bonus feature of “obsessive dedication to a singular cause” and I managed to make this horrible tool work for me.
I reek. My clothes are damp with sweat that I have yet to replenish in the sulfer-flavored water fountain of the nature center. My hands shake with exertion and I can barely hold my phone to type.
A confession: I was not supposed to do this today. My boss called to say that my cis male coworkers had an “action plan” where one would pull the honeysuckle and the other would poison the roots tomorrow. I was assigned to garlic mustard again. But the ground is soft from rain and I do not like to use herbicides when elbow grease will do, so I uprooted every single plant I set my mind to and did not need to poison one of them.
Spite and love. The only two reasons I do anything. I may be slightly delirious; I have been singing Mr. Tambourine Man on repeat for half an hour or more. I love my job.
this is everything
I showed this post to my boyfriend and he tried to take his shirt off like a girl and
uh
yeah
Out of the 82k notes my post got this is by far the best comment holy shit thank u for being u
So i tried it both ways and uh
i mean how do you do the first one without pulling out all your hair?
this made me laugh really hard….
and it made me realize that girls and boys pull their shirt off differently. /amazed
but seriously I think girls just do the cross arm thing because of HAIR like demonstrated
So one year, one URL change, and a hair cut later, I decide to try again… FOR SCIENCE!
Its not science unless you write it down so
First method:
Well done, i guess…
Second:
I fucked up
Girls… how?
I DON’T UNDERSTAND HOW WE CAN HAVE SUCH DIFFERENT WAYS OF TAKING OFF SHIRTS AND SO MUCH DIFFICULTY DOING IT THE OTHER WAY
I FIGURED IT OUT!!!!!
It’s all in the way that girl/boys shirts are made.
Girls shirts have less armpit room then boy’s do and are generally shorter so pulling it off over your head is more practical because by lifting your arms all the way up you make enough room for the sleeves to just slip off.
Boys shirts have more room and are generally longer so it is easy to slip them off over your head.
but if you take a girls shirt off like a boys shirt you will get your arms caught because there isn’t much armpit space.
and if you take a boys shirt off like a girls shit you will still have your head in it when you’ve lifted your arms all the way up because of the shirt’s length.
It has nothing to do with us. It is entirely to do with how our shirts are made. I figured it out for you. YOU’RE WELCOME!
bless you
look what is back on my dash. Jesus.
This came back but with ACTUAL SCIENCE you are the saviour of our generation
I have no words
I seriously just needed this
This deserves the 1 million+ notes it has.
you may look like a bride but you will never bring your family honor
one day when i try to get a boyfriend this will come back to bite me
you will not believe the date i just had
I miss this meme
I’m glad others also missed this meme
Babies are weird. I don’t like that they cry a lot. I cry a lot and I can’t have that kind of competition in my life right now.
I do this to my son and it works lol
Reblog to save a parent
Reblog to save a concerned uncle who has no idea what the hell they are doing. (E.g. Me)
There’s one (1) think in Disney’s Mulan that irks me. The jaw line. Mulan’s jaw line is drawn differently when she’s acting as Ping. No kidding: this is her “regular, Fa Mulan” face. In this version her jaw is even highlighted by the makeup. Look how round is it.
and this is her Ping jaw. Square. Totally square.
WHY????? Isn’t consistency in the character base shapes like, an important thing??
Not to mention how she immediately regains her long lashes as soon as she is exposed. With her round jaw obviously.
?????
That feel when you’re Asian and your father with a bad leg was about to be sent off to surely die in a war for your great empire so you squared up both metaphorically and physically.
it’s on the fricking vhs cover
this has bothered me since 1999
Why do you have to come for Mulan like this
It’s called contour sweetie
These words really matter.
I keep my spirits up with a different motivational background every day.
IM SO SORRY
IM CURSED IM REALLY CURSED