Creative & DIY
SO THAT’S HOW THEY FUCKING DO IT
ACNH Tumblr Giveaway
Hi everyone! I wanted to hold a tumblr giveaway in celebration of completing my island and new followers ♡
Prizes
- Ironwood DIY Prize
- You’ll receive a complete set of the Ironwood DIY recipes.
- Pastelia Room Prize
- You’ll receive all the items that were used to create any room in my island.
- Wishlist Prize
- You’ll receive up to 40 items from your wishlist.
- Flower Prize
- You’ll receive up to 20 pairs of any flowers in the game.
- Millionaire Prize
- You’ll receive 5,000,000 bells and 100 Nook Mile Tickets
Rules
- 1 Like + 1 Reblog + 1 Reply = 3 entries
- You don’t have to be following me on tumblr or subscribed on youtube, but it is appreciated!
- 5 winners will be chosen via random.org
- First winner to be drawn will get first dibs, and so on and so forth.
- You must have an open ask box/be able to be messaged to receive your prize on tumblr.
- If chosen as a winner, you must respond within 48 hours.
Winners will be announced in my Island Tour video scheduled to release on Sunday, April 26, 2020 at 12:00PM PST.
— Well, there’s one thing: They can’t order me to stop dreaming.
Italian dad going out to get coffee during quarantine
Reblog this and tag with your Animal Crossing passport title
The way the dad’s protests are cut off to immediately show that the son has won the argument? gold cinema.
Mobile Friendly Price Guide for Insects/Fish!
This is super handy to have saved when you need to know what to let go!
Found on Reddit, posted by BreakfastBanshee, made by their bf
and they say black cats don’t photograph well!
thank u for this addition. this kitty is perfect and i love them
“Our sweet rescue baby Ruby Jane, comforting one of my foster kitties as he’s getting a bath❤️ It’s the sweetest. Enjoy!“
Video/caption by Stephanie Vice - SPCA Florida
This changed my life
i am full on crying
Looking through old photos and I found one of my junior homecoming dance. It was the night after my dad's funeral. My friend who'd stayed with me the entire week, in my bed, through all the tears, made me get out of bed that night. She pulled my shirt up over my head and told me to get in the shower. She washed my hair for me. She curled it. She rubbed foundation onto my face, lined my eyes, and put me in my dress.
She contacted my other friends who were feeling awkward and unsure of what to do and told them the party was still on, to meet at my house for photos before the dance.
They all showed up, and I went to the dance, and we all screamed and cried, and I took my first step to healing.
I haven't spoken to that girl in five years. Nothing happened. I moved away. She fell in love. We grew apart and into our own lives.
It's strikes me how beautiful the ephermeral nature of teenage friendships can be.
We may not need each other now, but there was a time when I needed her more than anyone. And sometimes she needed me.
And the universe put us together just then. Just when it was most important. Not a year too late or too soon. The same town, the same school, the same classroom where we could meet. Right when it mattered.
We come and go from people's lives every day, and along the way we may get a chance to love someone fully, just for a little while.
I'll remember every single one.