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pov: it's christmas eve and you're exploring a half-abandoned village

i’m gonna miss her so much:(

after a year on tumblr i still don’t how this website works:/

like a lemonade bubbles~

Ain’t much but it helps for the length of an episode

Wonder when we will have a Carmen Sandiego Zine. It would super cute like imagine the theme of 'around the world' where you pick a country and have to depict Carmen and/or other characters in that setting. Like eating the food, dancing, or anything related to that country.

oh yes it's thinking about russian carmen sandiego episode hours

(or literally ANY EPISODE ABOUT ANY CIS COUNTRY without dumb stereotypes thank you)

random anime packs

please like/reblog if you save or use!!

art credits: @hanavbara

WHAT?! They’re meeting Player in Season 4?????

HE'S SO GORGEOUS

no one:

entrapta and hordak:

Hogwarts but it’s an all girls school— part two! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

random. like or reblog!

Carmen Sandiego icons ༄

from Season 3 Episode 3, “The Haunted Bayou Caper” ! ✨

You can use it for free! Thank you 😊

[🔎] — Teen! Tigress (and Carmen) Icons!

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[💻] — Spooky! Ivy Icons!

(cause some of you don’t appreciate her enough)

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i think im funny

**For interacting with strangers and associates–dynamics with friends and family are much more individualized**

Disability Pride Month 07-31-20: finale

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a lil blurb about the sun and moon twins 🌙☀️✨

WIP actually

cool i finally drew more than 2 characters

baby sandiego.

like or reblog if you like.

Russian matchbook labels.

kipo is definitely gonna be one of those shows that someone really popular watches a couple years from now and because of that popular person it makes a huge comeback and everyone's like "woah this show rules how come no one talked about this" and then I'm gonna look into the camera like im in the office

society if kipo got as many seasons as voltron and spop did

«IM DUMPING U FOR HER!» maeve & aimee 

best girls best friendship. p.s.  I’ve never really fallen in love with characters so much, u know :]

DESK SET (1957) THE SPENCER TRACY LEGACY: A TRIBUTE BY KATHARINE HEPBURN (1986)

Dear Spence—who ever thought that I’d be writing you a letter. You died on the 10th of June in 1967. My golly, Spence, that’s fifteen, no that’s eighteen years ago. That’s a long time. Are you happy finally? Is it a nice long rest you’re having? Making up for all your tossing and turning in life. You know, I never believed you when you said that you just couldn’t get to sleep. I thought, Oh—come on—you sleep—if you didn’t sleep you’d be dead. You’d be so worn out. Then remember that night when—oh, I don’t know, you felt so disturbed. And I said, Well, go on in—go to bed. And I’ll lie on the floor and talk you to sleep. I’ll just talk and talk and you’ll be so bored, you’re bound to drift off. Well, I went in and got an old pillow and Lobo the dog. I lay there watching you and stroking Old Dog. I was talking about you and the movie we’d just finished—Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner—and my studio and your new tweed coat and the garden and all the nice sleep-making topics and cooking and dull gossip, but you never stopped tossing—to the right, to the left—shove the pillows—pull the covers—on and on and on. Finally—really finally—not just then—you quieted down. I waited a while—and then I crept out. You told me the truth, didn’t you, Spence? You really could not sleep. And I used to wonder then—why? Why, Spence? I still wonder. You took the pills. They were quite strong. I suppose you have to say that otherwise you would never have slept at all. Living wasn’t easy for you, was it? What did you like to do? You loved sailing, especially in stormy weather. You loved polo. But then Will Rogers was killed in that airplane accident. And the fun went out of it for you, didn’t it? You never played polo again—never again. Tennis, golf, swimming, no, not really. You’d bat a few balls. Fair you were. I don’t think that you ever swang a golf club. Is “swang” a word? Swimming? Well, you didn’t like cold water. And walking? No, that didn’t suit you. That was one of those things where you could think at the same time—of this, of that, of what, Spence? What was it? Was it some specific life thing like Johnny being deaf, or being a Catholic and you felt a bad Catholic? No comfort, no comfort. I remember Father Ciklic telling you that you concentrated on all the bad and none of the good which your religion offered. It must have been something very fundamental, very ever-present. And the incredible fact. There you were—really the greatest movie actor. I say this because I believe it and I have heard many people of standing in our business say it. From Olivier to Lee Strasberg to David Lean. You name it. You could do it. And you could do it with that glorious simplicity, that directness: you could just do it. You couldn’t enter your own life, but you could be someone else. You were a killer, a priest, a fisherman, a sportswriter, a judge, a newspaperman. You were it in a moment. You hardly had to study. You learned the lines in no time. What a relief! You could be someone else for a while. You weren’t you—you were safe. You loved to laugh, didn’t you? You never missed those individual comics: Jimmy Durante, Phil Silvers, Fanny Brice, Frank McHugh, Mickey Rooney, Jack Benny, Burns and Allen, Smith and Dale, and your favorite, Bert Williams. Funny stories: you could tell them—and brilliantly. You could laugh at yourself. You enjoyed very, very much the friendship and admiration of people like the Kanins, Frank Sinatra, Bogie and Betty, George Cukor, Vic Fleming, Stanley Kramer, the Kennedys, Harry Truman, Lew Douglas. You were fun with them, you had fun with them, you felt safe with them. But then back to life’s trials. Oh hell, take a drink—no-yes-maybe. Then stop taking the drink. You were great at that, Spence. You could just stop. How I respected you for that. Very unusual. Well, you said on this subject: never safe until you’re seven feet underground. But why the escape hatch? Why was it always opened—to get away from the remarkable you? What was it, Spence? What was it? I meant to ask you. Did you know what it was? What did you say? I can’t hear you…