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Cats painting studies by Paul Rabaud
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Gonna get myself a fun little surprise I guess
This is better than I'd ever hoped for, I bet a rat could kill you with that thing by firing a laser back in time and electrocuting your grandfather
Just look at this thing
The rat gun is hereeeeee!
This is getting notes again so I will admit that "rat gun" was an autocorrect error and it was supposed to be "ray gun."
But it'll always be a rat gun to me.
The most expensive thing in these pictures was the cat, and he was $60.
I'll be honest--I forgot that the pump organ desk/bar was visible in the background, and it was NOT under $60.
It was actually $75.
The chairs, however, were paid for in human life. I inherited them; they were originally my great grandmother's. But they're not particularly rare-- you can find these exact chairs without a lot of effort, in reasonable shape, for not that much money. They made a lot of them.
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your gazelle has a pearl choker
That's Hadrian. He's a bush buck and he loves fashion.
Hi you asked this question and I immediately went to the pottery studio to make a calcifer to put in my woodstove.
Will update if he survives the kiln.
i am still on tenterhooks vis a vis calcifer 🥺🥺🥺
I just brought him home from the pottery studio and wired him for light. He lives!!!!!
OP just wondering do you like have the closet to Narnia tucked in there somewhere?
Dude, c'mon, these things take time.
Give me a couple hours.
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(Context, credit, and source below poll.)
Today's poll is based on this thread with notable principles @penny-anna, @elodieunderglass, @elanorpam, and @earhartsease. All of the options above are paraphrased from their original answers.
The full original question:
Can I please ask for your top five theories on why the Ringwraiths become so much more powerful over the course of the LotR trilogy? By the end of the books a single Ringwraith holds an army of 6000 men in paralysing dread from a height of a mile, they're dismaying hosts of men, etc. And in the beginning, they're easily defeated by "jumping behind a tree," "pretending to be in a different room," "getting on a little boat," "man with a stick on fire," etc.
My theory is it’s because they’re fairy tale villains in the first half of Fellowship and epic villains in ROTK. The books practically change genre after Rivendell
That’s the unreliable narrators answer! I’m personally quite fond of it. We note that Bilbo wrote The Hobbit, and had started work on the first part of the Fellowship when the delegates convene. He then passes the torch on to Frodo, noting that his (Bilbo’s) own story is going to have a happy ending. From there, Frodo wrote the rest - his journey, picked up and written after encountering Bilbo in Rivendell - in his own tone. Bilbo’s experiences, writing style, narrative voice/character sense/self-awareness, translation priorities, sense of humour, and deep appreciation for the absurd - all mean that his works are characterised by a narrative lightheartedness - Bilbo is clearly more of a children’s book author. Scenes that would have an average writer biting their pencil in half are breezily dismissed in a comfortably bloodless fashion, all while making fun of himself, and you can imagine him narrating them to the children at the fireside, with lots of rhyming passages (a mark of an oral storyteller or someone experienced with children! All you have to do is get to the repetitive rhyming part and it’s like hitting a save point for your memory! You can tell whole chapters of story seamlessly, out loud, all night this way.) Bilbo is in the business of happy endings; writing, poetry and storytelling were his calling, and his pride. He enjoyed them.
Frodo’s work is diligent and serious. He also fights trolls and intelligent spiders, but he didn’t really want to. When he writes about enemies, it’s with horror and discomfort. He never particularly dreamed of being an author. He just chalks down a historical record - mostly, it seems, because Bilbo wanted it.
Thus, There and Back Again and the first part of The Red Book of the Westmarch are Bilbo’s memoirs, and Ringwraiths come across as just spooky in his writing. The later parts of the Red Book are Frodo writing his own nightmares with a thousand-yard stare about the terrors that permanently disabled him - and the Ringwraiths appear to change but are simply described in a tonal shift.
It’s a good theory! You should vote for it
My theory is that their power level depends on how much Sauron is feeding into them, and their behavior shifts based on how much power they have access to.
Sauron's only just gotten back on the horse, as it were, in the past hundred years. Prior to that he was on the downlow to the point that his shenanigans were mistaken for a mortal necromancer's until Gandalf was like, "Oh, dip." during the Hobbit.
Now he's dealing with Gondor, he's dealing with Rohan, he's trying to manage every orc and troll in the realm who have previously been left to more or less self-govern and probably aren't all in on the Age of the Orc if it means they've got three extra tiers of bossman telling them what to do. Smaug's dead-dead, so that's going to be a fair amount of jockeying around the edge of territory nobody previously wanted to fight a dragon over. The dwarves are on the move, and their political alliances are undergoing a massive shift. The elves are on the move, the eagles are on the move, etc. Fucking Saruman's building his own goddamned Russian front for Mordor's Germany.
There are a lot of irons in that particular fire, is what I'm saying. The Nazgul have been sent to retrieve something very important, yes, but from a fucking gentleman farmer in Fantasyland's version of Bumfuck, Nowhere.
Sending them out looking like they're about to terrorize Gondor into submission is going to draw a lot of attention, which would open yet another goddamned front for Sauron to deal with, as well as point everyone who wasn't previously on the alert for the Ring in its direction. Sending them out in full Kings of Men mode is also probably risking an internal challenge that Sauron absolutely cannot afford with all the other shit going on.
Like, is Sauron its master? Yes. Does Sauron need to deal with the fucking Witch-king getting his hands on the Ring along with his own ring while Sauron is trying to deal with Gandalf and Isengard? No. Plus it's not like they can be killed by an external force, no matter how nerfed he leaves them. The flood that takes them off their mounts is a temporary inconvenience, from Sauron's perspective.
So there aren't many drawbacks to throttling them down, and if it weren't for Gandalf getting wind of something being up and the hobbits having an experienced escort on the way to Elrond's, it absolutely would have worked.
Once they're back at their day job, there's no reason not to have the taps open full-blast, so they're back to being PTSD-machines.
Plus like... at what point in the entire history of the rings have these guys, separately or as a group, as mortals or wraiths, ever been sent out to find Some Dude? Not an elf-lord, or a warrior king in exile, or a wizard, or a goblin king who's been pretending he never got Sauron's letters requisitioning troops. Legit just Some Fucking Dude, who's so deep in Some Fucking Dude mode that he's like, "lol The Horrors are after me? Guess I'll just fucking walk to Rivendell. On the road. With my feet." The response to The Horrors being a lot closer than he thought was like "Guess I'll cut through this dude's fields!"
This is comically outside their skillset. This is outside their boss's skillset. They don't have their own henchmen to ask for advice. They're basically milling around at a crossroad crabbily smoking pipeweed while the Witch-king is furiously texting Sauron like "This isn't working, can we just nuke them?" and getting back "NO YOU CANNOT JUST NUKE THEM." "Okay, how the fuck are we supposed to do this without nuking them?" "JUST FUCKING FIND THEM I DON'T CARE." "There are elves. :( :( :(" "DEFINITELY DO NOT NUKE THEM OR YOU WILL GET GANDALFS. >:|"
"That Tom Bombadil asshole showed up." "DOES TOM BOMBADIL HAVE MY RING." "No." "THEN WHY AM I HEARING ABOUT TOM BOMBADIL."
"We need more money to bribe people and hire spies." "WHAT HAPPENED TO THE MONEY I GAVE YOU." "The price of bribes and spies has really gone up in the past 500 years, and everyone charges ten percent more when they see they're getting paid in cursed grave goods. Or we could just, you know..." "NO NUKING THEM." ":("
"Now there's a Ranger." "YOU BROUGHT ARNOR TO ITS KNEES." "I had a map to Arnor. And an army. And a budget." "DO YOU WANT TO BE WALKING HOME." "Okay, no, fine. It's not a problem."
"We almost had them." "IS THIS HORSE SHOES OR PERHAPS HAND GRENADES." "I'm just saying. I stabbed the one with your Ring. He's got maybe three days before he's a wraith himself. One way or another, we've got this in the bag." "JUST GET IT DONE."
"So, there were more elves." "ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU STILL DO NOT HAVE MY RING." "I'm telling you that we need to revise our timeline a little bit. And that we need a new batch of horses." "YOU DO NOT HAVE MY RING AND ALSO YOU DO NOT HAVE MY HORSES." "We can still pull out a win here." "DO YOU THINK I AM MADE OF HORSES." "Is this a trick question? Are you? Do you have a physical form again?" "JUST GET BACK HERE." "The horses drowned? Because of the elves?" "THEN WALK." ":("
Splendidly written. I also throw my hat into the ring for this take: “Ringwraiths are not skilled outside of their immediate job description, and lack professional initiative.”
OR perhaps they have both skill sets and initiative, but they feel that their union doesn’t support them going too far beyond their specific job description; so that even though they could have solved some of their immediate problems by interrogating Fredegar, or could even have laid a little bitty bit of the Black Breath on Farmer Maggot’s barking dog, they absolutely would not. Interrogation (5B) and Cruelty to Animals (605-3) are not in their contract negotiations, and if Sauron wants them to take on additional responsibilities, that’s a different conversation. They only agreed to take on this project because it aligned with their top-level objective of “Being A Menace to Society (1C) and furthermore allowed them to use their competencies in “Spreading Dread and Fear (35X)” which were being under-utilised in the current working environment, leading to low morale. One of the younger Ringwraiths did want to show some more personal initiative, to be seen as more management-track, but the others squashed this, as the most important thing to learn to manage are expectations.
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“Hands down, confidently after 26 years on the internet, this is the best thing I have ever found.”
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i’m gonna make a movie where two normal ladies fall in love. everything’s chill, no age gap, they’re both out of the closet, their families love them, everything’s fine. the catch is that one lady has a cat and the other lady never figured out what the cat’s name was cause the Owner Lesbian ALWAYS uses a dumb nickname and now it’s been three years and they’re getting married and it’s too late to just ask
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It’s garnering more and more urgency because the cat’s importance is growing (the cat is going to be the ring bearer, oh no!)
The First Lady asks her fiancé if they should get a fancy collar with the cats name for the wedding and her fiancé throws her arms around her and says “great, would you go do that tomorrow?”
the longer i think about it the more that sounds like a valid conflict to base an entire movie around and the fewer problems i could think of that cant have a solid writing solution available
“Just wanted to confirm the spelling before I gave the order, hun. This shit is costly and I only got one form.”
“Oh, just the normal spelling, no crazy vowels or anything.”
This is so good. Plus it’s not like you can try out likely names and see if the cat responds, like a dog might. It’s a cat. It’s just gonna sit and squint unblinkingly at you regardless, no matter how many names you try.
Plot twist:
It’s not a stupid nickname.
The cat really is “miss kitty.”
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no no no. the cat doesn’t have a name, the cat owner never decided on one so she just goes with various silly nicknames. but since her fiancée acts like she is aware of the cat’s name, the cat owner assumes the fiancée mistook one of the nicknames for the actual name. but she doesn’t know which! so the cat owner doesn’t know what the supposed cat name is either, and relies on the fiancée revealing it at some point, but it never comes and she’s getting agitated too because she doesn’t want to admit she never named her cat
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Hey hey hey in a similar vein to ^^^
What if
Neither if then know the name
Because it’s neither of their cat.
The cat decided to move in about the same time one of the girls did. Both think it’s the other one’s cat. Both are committing these increasingly elaborate shenanigans to figure out the name from the other.
The true wlw miscommunication romcom we deserve
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You’re an ancient Greek man coming home from 4 months of war to find your wife 3 months pregnant. Now you’ve embarked on a solemn quest: to punch Zeus in the face.
Soon after you begin your quest, you encounter another man in a similar situation. You decide to join forces, as two mortal men stand a better chance at punching Zeus than one. Two villages over, you encounter a woman who had relations with Zeus and was left with a highly aggressive half-boar half-man offspring. She too feels your anger and offers to join your quest. By the time you reach Mount Olympus, you’ve amassed a large and formidable army of cuckolded/ravished mortals, demigods with daddy issues, mythical creatures with scores to settle, and a seamstress who you’re pretty sure is Hera in disguise. Zeus never stood a chance.
What I find best about this scenario is that the original wife probably expected to be murdered for her infidelity at worst or have her relationship with her husband ruined as he grew to resent her baby, at best.
Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, “who did it?”
And she replied “Zeus,” accepting he probably wouldn’t believe her.
And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, “I’ll be back before the baby is born.”
“Where are you-?”
“The lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.”
“Darling, he’ll kill you.”
“He may try, if he would like.”
You’re so right, that IS the best part.
I’m personally caught up on the seamstress.
“The pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all of…” the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.
“There’s a way around,” Yiorgos said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, “In the stories there’‘s always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.”
He hadn’t meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadn’t meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boy’s had.
“Way I heard it,” a woman’s voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmer’s wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, “there’s a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.” Everyone’s eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. “Least, that’s what my grand-mammy always told me.” she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.
“Oh, we were so foolish!” That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. “Of course there’d be a.. a quest. They’d keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-”
“Or”, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, “he’s like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasn’t gotten around to it.” She gestured vaguely to the hillside, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.”
It was. Of course. And everyone in the caravan agreed that it had been a very lucky and wise guess from the nameless woman and for the upteenth time since she first sat herself down in the front wagon and announced she was coming along with no further explanation, each and every last member very purposefully gave no further thought to the matter.
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Roll the tape: the time she left him behind while he stood there, and the time he stood there while she came to him
We know how much that painful moment from episode 2x02 devastated Ben. and how the resulting trauma from that night continued to color and impact his decisions well into season four.
So I thought it was such a full-circle moment when in the series finale, it was the sight of Devi approaching him that calmed Ben down almost instantly. Having flown all the way across the country to let Devi know how he felt about her, I am sure Ben had this lingering fear in the back of his mind: "what if she doesn't care that I come? What if she bolts out of there again?" And I believe that's why he froze and tensed up when his eyes met Devi's at that wedding, uncertain of what would happen next.
Oh, but Devi cared that he showed up. In fact, she cared so much that she dropped everything she was doing to come to him, the moment she saw him. And that's why all that tension in his body melted away almost instantly as soon as he saw her walking to him.
The time Ben finally decided to take charge of his own happiness, come what may, Devi came to him, and followed him. And I don't think it was a coincidence that they did this scene the way they did it.
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Do you think the animorphs could have win the war if Eva had not been taken by the Yeerks?
Eva’s right about Marco: he’s a sweet kid, even to the point of delicacy, and he has no understanding of the vileness of the world. He’s never tasted death, never watched one parent disappear while the other decayed. The world has not yet made him hard, has not honed the sharp edges of his mind into razors and armored spikes.
• This time around, when they’re all standing around arguing in Cassie’s barn, Marco becomes first the one to agree with Tobias. “Think about it, man,” Marco says, grinning at Jake. “Turning into animals? Saving the planet? It’s like something out of a comic book.”
- “Our parents would kill us if they knew,” Jake says slowly.
- “That’s why they’re never gonna know,” Marco says, laughing. “How about it, huh? We rescue Tom, we kick butts, and depending on how that goes we’ll talk more later.”
- After the mission goes more wrong than they ever could have imagined, after they learn what hell looks like and lose a fight against the being who rules that hell, Marco misses nearly a week of school. His parents are worried, of course, but neither of them can get a straight answer out of him. Marco keeps his trap shut, because he knows this much: if Tom could be a controller, then anyone could be.
• Still, Marco loves his friends, and he can’t let them face danger alone. He helps them infiltrate Chapman’s house, and the construction site afterward. He goes with them to take down the yeerks’ supply ship, grumbling the whole time about how they’re all gonna die. He rescues Ax, and does his best to stifle the nightmares that follow their encounter with the sharks. Each time he gets home, he’s met at the door of his house by Eva, who is growing steadily more concerned and doesn’t know what to think of his increasingly-flimsy lies.
- He says to Jake, “This is going to be my last mission,” and this time he means it. They barely make it out of that mission alive, and even then only because of the grace of Visser One (whose human host is a young engineer named Allison Kim) and her ongoing conflict with Visser Three.
- Marco quits; Jake doesn’t try to stop him. Marco agrees to stop morphing entirely, and so he walks home—and straight into an intervention.
• Eva and Peter don’t know whether Marco has joined a gang, started taking drugs, fallen in with the wrong crowd, or what. All they know is that the withdrawn silences, the nightmares, and the free-falling GPA are all recent developments. They have questions, and they’re not letting him get away without answers. They tell him that they’re here for him, but also that they are going to leave town to go spend some time in Eva’s sister’s cabin in the woods for the next five days, and he doesn’t have a choice in the matter.
- “Actually,” Marco says, “five days in the middle of nowhere sounds like the best idea I’ve heard all year.”
- Even this kinder, gentler version of Marco is still Marco: he watches both his parents carefully for the next seventy-two hours, and can hardly believe the relief he feels when they go that entire time without leaving their tiny corner of nowheresville long enough to access a yeerk pool.
- When those seventy-two hours are up, Marco sends a mental apology to Jake (who, although Marco doesn’t know it, is starving out a yeerk of his own at that very time) and then starts answering his parents’ questions. He tells them where he’s been going lately. Why he and Jake have missed so much school in the past two months. What the nightmares are about.
- Eva and Peter think he’s crazy at first, because they’re God-fearing suburban Americans who have never once considered the possibility of aliens outside of sci-fi. They start to listen a lot more closely, however, once he morphs a wolf in front of their eyes and then changes back.
• When the entire family gets home and Marco discovers that his best friend spent three days as a controller in his absence, he immediately rejoins the team. Peter disapproves sharply of Marco continuing to fight. Eva asks Peter, tears in her eyes, what choice they have in the matter. It’s not like the human authorities are doing anything to combat the yeerks. It’s not like they can fight back themselves. And so they get in the habit of sending Marco out the door (or a window) any time Jake or Cassie calls, always begging him to let them know he’s safe the instant he can.
• Funny enough, though, they do find ways to fight back.
- Eva listens to their description of the Veleek in careful detail, then she loads Jake and Cassie and Marco into the back seat of her sedan and instructs them to take turns morphing. For nearly six hours she barrels up and down Highway 1 at speeds which leave Marco shrieking in terror at the turns, playing keep-away with the tornado monster until at last Visser Three calls it home in exasperation.
- Peter simply hands over his laptop to Ax and asks for help in “fixing” his code for the long-distance communications array. Ax does one better and helps him design a program which gets them a permanent connection between the andalite home world and Marco’s own living room. He stops by to call his parents twice a week, and once a month gives carefully-edited reports on the resistance to the andalite high command.
- At first, Eva nudges Ax into staying for dinner after his twice-weekly calls home, on the grounds that she’s never in her life seen someone eat her cooking with that much enthusiasm. However, it’s not long before she convinces him to bring Tobias by as often as he can. It does them a lot of good, even though neither one of them will admit it outright, to have a safe place to get inside when they need it.
- Eva doesn’t love it, but she starts doing a lot of the kids’ homework as well. She always does her best to quiz them on Algebra concepts or history dates when there’s time, but she also understands that sometimes the war has to take priority.
- Peter installs an air mattress on Marco’s floor on a semi-permanent basis, and gets in the habit of lying to Jean. Because Jake’s just a kid, at the end of the day, and there are a lot of times at the end of the day when he’s too wrecked or exhausted from yet another mission gone bad to face the thought of lying to his family.
• Eva dislikes David right from the moment Marco first brings him home, but she keeps that opinion to herself. She sits patiently through the entitled little brat asking her where she’s
from
(implying, of course, that “San Diego” cannot possibly be the full truth) but also tells him that if he even thinks of borrowing their phone without permission she will make him regret it for the rest of his life. With effort she ignores his repeated attempts to undermine her authority (she’s not his
real mom
, as he feels the need to remind her constantly) but when she catches him stealing money from Peter’s wallet, she snaps and grounds him on the spot.
- David immediately morphs into a lion, unsheathing hooked claws as a growl builds inside his throat. It takes a force of will Eva didn’t even know she had, but she stares him down without flinching. Cold sweat is running down her back, but there’s not even a trace of a tremor in her words when she orders him to demorph now, young man, in her best Mom Voice.
- Miraculously, he listens. He sulks about it all afternoon, whining to Peter and to Marco (neither of whom is remotely sympathetic), but the fact is that he can’t bring himself to kill a human. Not yet, anyway.
- When David disappears two days later, Eva asks Marco only once what happened. He tells her in two or three halting sentences, and afterwards she hugs him until he finally stops shaking. She explains what happened to Peter, and neither one of them ever brings it up again.
• Marco’s house becomes the natural convergence point for all their meetings. It’s only three doors down from Jake’s house, a five-block walk from Rachel’s, and close enough to Cassie’s usual bus route that she has little trouble getting there. They don’t really converge there for the location, though. They come for Peter’s willingness to cobble together a fake Bug fighter distress signal on the fly, for Eva’s no-nonsense questions about whether they’re sure it’s a good idea to attack Joe Bob Fenestre’s house before they know what they’re getting into. They come for the cinnamon cookies that Ax eats by the trayful and the links to forum discussions about the latest yeerk activity.
- It might be a cliche, but the truth is this: at Marco’s house they are safe. And in that small bubble of safety, they have freedom. The freedom to talk openly about new morphs without fear of being overheard. The freedom to come and go through the sunroom skylight that Eva leaves open at all times. The freedom to be vulnerable and scared and not sure where they’re going with this war. The freedom to be kids, and to ask an adult for help.
- Eva talks to Rachel for nearly three hours about her own parents’ divorce, and what it was like to realize she’d probably never see her dad again. Peter keeps a stock of paperback novels in the living room, never minding when Tobias tends to return them with talon marks in their spines. Eva teaches Ax how to cook cinnamon cookies and churros, chicken fajitas and western omelettes. Peter becomes ever more convincing when assuring Walter and Michelle on the phone that Cassie is simply a delight to have around as she and Marco help each other with homework.
• Marco kills Visser One, and Allison Kim along with her, one sunny afternoon in May. Visser Three witnesses the whole thing, not lifting a finger to intervene. The kids have gotten in the habit of telling Peter and especially Eva absolutely everything, but this is the one thing Marco can never bring himself to tell.
• The war ends eventually. Maybe it’s not better, or worse, than it would have been if Visser One had chosen a different host. They take longer to figure out how to defeat Visser Three without Eva’s insight to the way yeerk leadership works, but they get there in the end. Tom dies. Rachel dies. James and Kelly and several thousand humans and hork-bajir and taxxons die. Seventeen thousand yeerks meet a terrible icy death in the vacuum of space; Eva finds out about it later and can’t bring herself to disapprove.
• One week after Rachel’s funeral, Eva is watching Marco’s latest NBC segment when she hears a knock on the door. Muting the TV, she goes to answer it and finds Jake on her doorstep once again. This time he’s got a backpack over one shoulder and a worn duffle bag with the name of a basketball team that rejected him tucked under the opposite arm.
- “Hi,” he says softly, voice hoarse as if from tears. “Things with my parents are kind of a mess right now, and I was just wondering…”
- Eva pulls the door open all the way. “Of course, honey. Stay as long as you’d like.”
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This is Wild Frank (or Frank de la Jungla) and this man is a fucking hero. He’s been involved in a lot of legal battles because he makes a habit of stealing fucking tigers from billionaires in Thailand and helping them get rehabilitation to get back to the wild. Governments hate him, poachers hate him, but in my country this guy is the face of animal freedom.
Source: babyanimalgifs
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When an Ur guy / sells Nanni things / but the copper’s bad, / He simply records his complaint for all time / “I got a bad deal / I’m maaaaad”
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こども用ソファで猫じゃらししてたら、とんでもない瞬間が撮れてしまった。ポーズもすごいがアニメみたいな顔になってる…。
god every time I think I’ve seen all the cat material the internet has to show something new and absolutely delighting appears
English translation from Google Translate: When I was teasing the cat on the children’s sofa, I was able to capture a ridiculous moment. The pose is amazing, but it looks like an anime…
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i love when random tumblr users find my blog and go through it liking and reblogging everything in a frenzy, it feels like i’ve been cultivating a nice backyard with a lovely birdbath and feeder and i’ve glanced out the window to see a bird going absolutely wild with it
I love getting a hundred notes from one person, like, hello friend thank you for appreciating my collection, enjoy your stay
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By Czeck writer Karel Čapek, inventor of the term ‘robot’ as well!
This is one of my husband’s favorite short stories. He quotes it from memory. I’m pretty sure he can recite the entire thing from memory.
This is a tremendously impactful short story and every time I see it, it serves as an excellent reboot button for my state of mind.
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this could be the world if we try a little harder
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This so great I might tear upb ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉ∀`)･ﾟ･｡