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chuckyzoopa:

thedaniverse:

thedaniverse:

I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

Me: I’m a little high but –

Y’all rushing to that reblog button:

It’s an awesome idea tho

Because I have a tag for pretty weaponry, some knives I’d accept as proposals follow:

I said yes! 

(but, actually, hubby bought me a dive knife when we got married so this works…)

This was actually a cultural tradition of the Rajputs, if a man gave a woman his dagger, it was a symbol of marriage.

edit: proxy marriage when the groom is not present! It’s not a symbol for proposal.

@many-minds-of-vienna

If one of y’all lovely ladies ever wants to marry me, this is the only proposal I’ll accept

listen up my futures, here is my standard

step up to standards or become friend zoned forever

Holy damn that is one dope ass knife.

so much more practical then rings! even if not that sharp

ndiecity:

witchgays:

I don’t know if that’s meant in a metaphorical way as in, “their insults have no bite” or a literal sense as in “someone was talking shit so he got his fucking teeth knocked out” but I like it either way

systlin:

all-part-of-the-act:

systlin:

systlin:

all-part-of-the-act:

systlin:

My neighbor was out taking the insulation cones off of his roses and carefully pruning them today. 

I also went out and pruned mine. (I didn’t give them any special winter insulation. They’re on their own.) And by ‘pruned’ I mean ‘whacked back the bramble hedge with a machete where it was threatening to grow out of bounds’. 

(Seriously my rose hedge is approaching 4 feet tall and almost as thick)

And he was giving me dirty looks the whole time because it pisses him off so much that I pay no special attention to my roses and yet they always do better than his. 

I still haven’t told him that my secret is ‘plant tough-as-nails own root old fashioned rugosa cultivars rather than finicky hybrid teas’ because honestly his quiet frustration is hilarious. 

a few centuries ago he probably would have accused u of witchcraft 😉

I mean…to be fair…he would be totally correct in that…

Also my rose hedge is now 6 feet tall and his Mister Lincoln rose, which he carefully mulched and put a insulation cone on, died this year. 

was it assassinated

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