Watching the mummy 1999 for shits and giggles, thought it'd be fun to bitch abt the inaccurate hieroglyphs now that I know smth abt all that. Disappointed and disgusted to find out that they hired an egyptologist consultant and the hieroglyphs are actually well done. Night ruined
I remember during puberty talk in 6th grade they handed out permission slips for parents to sign if they didn’t want their kids getting sex ed and like five students ended up having to wait in the library while the rest of us learned about puberty and health stuff.
Afterwards during lunch recess almost everyone in class spent our time telling those five kids what we learned and showing them our handouts.
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!
Happy Leland Melvin Day!!!!
I know some fic writers get stressed about writing tropes they think are too popular or overdone, and I need you all to know that I just spent 4 hours reading every iteration of the same exact fic plot I could find, and they all brought me an indescribable amount of joy. Listen. Listen. Sometimes you want cakes of many flavours and sometimes you want Nine Carrot Cakes
sorry boss can't come in today i was on my way to work and then a gentle spring breeze kissed my cheek and reminded me it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
Me, after hearing nothing back from Canadian pet stores to find Gremmi more of her beloved carrots, now including photos of her with her carrots and her carrot stall into my emails as guilt tax:
Please have this carrot photo emotionally guilt you into shipping me these toy carrots from your country. Please. Give me the carrots. Let this cat child have her beloved toys. Please. Let my journey to find these toys and a willing shipper and suffering end. Don’t make me start emailing the South African, Australian or UK shops. Pleas—
A STORE ACTUALLY RESPONDED. The emotional guilt photos worked. The downside is they only have 2 in stock, estimated $20 in shipping, and they even checked with their supplier who doesn’t have the carrots in their catalog anymore 🫠
The pet store owner when I said no one else had responded:
New carrots have ARRIVED and we are EXCITED
In-depth photos and creation of Carrot stall here :) and #a girl and her carrots to see how hard she loves these carrots
Also, to answer: I cannot sew to save my life lol. I have not made a pattern, and I wish I knew what it was about these carrots that she loves so much. She’s so particular; any other carrot toy we give her she turns her nose up at. Something about these one’s size, texture, smell- idk! She just loves them.
the secret lives of real birbs!
European Greenfinch
“Some years ago, I was stuck on a crosstown bus in New York City during rush hour. Traffic was barely moving. The bus was filled with cold, tired people who were deeply irritated—with one another; with the rainy, sleety weather; with the world itself. Two men barked at each other about a shove that might or might not have been intentional. A pregnant woman got on, and nobody offered her a seat. Rage was in the air; no mercy would be found here.
But as the bus approached Seventh Avenue, the driver got on the intercom. “Folks,” he said, “I know you’ve had a rough day and you’re frustrated. I can’t do anything about the weather or traffic, but here’s what I can do. As each one of you gets off the bus, I will reach out my hand to you. As you walk by, drop your troubles into the palm of my hand, okay? Don’t take your problems home to your families tonight—just leave ‘em with me. My route goes right by the Hudson River, and when I drive by there later, I’ll open the window and throw your troubles in the water. Sound good?”
It was as if a spell had lifted. Everyone burst out laughing. Faces gleamed with surprised delight. People who’d been pretending for the past hour not to notice each other’s existence were suddenly grinning at each other like, is this guy serious?
Oh, he was serious.
At the next stop—just as promised—the driver reached out his hand, palm up, and waited. One by one, all the exiting commuters placed their hand just above his and mimed the gesture of dropping something into his palm. Some people laughed as they did this, some teared up—but everyone did it. The driver repeated the same lovely ritual at the next stop, too. And the next. All the way to the river.
We live in a hard world, my friends. Sometimes it’s extra difficult to be a human being. Sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you have a bad day that lasts for several years. You struggle and fail. You lose jobs, money, friends, faith, and love. You witness horrible events unfolding in the news, and you become fearful and withdrawn. There are times when everything seems cloaked in darkness. You long for the light but don’t know where to find it.
But what if you are the light? What if you’re the very agent of illumination that a dark situation begs for?
That’s what this bus driver taught me—that anyone can be the light, at any moment. This guy wasn’t some big power player. He wasn’t a spiritual leader. He wasn’t some media-savvy “influencer.” He was a bus driver—one of society’s most invisible workers. But he possessed real power, and he used it beautifully for our benefit.
When life feels especially grim, or when I feel particularly powerless in the face of the world’s troubles, I think of this man and ask myself, What can I do, right now, to be the light? Of course, I can’t personally end all wars, or solve global warming, or transform vexing people into entirely different creatures. I definitely can’t control traffic. But I do have some influence on everyone I brush up against, even if we never speak or learn each other’s name. How we behave matters because within human society everything is contagious—sadness and anger, yes, but also patience and generosity. Which means we all have more influence than we realize.
No matter who you are, or where you are, or how mundane or tough your situation may seem, I believe you can illuminate your world. In fact, I believe this is the only way the world will ever be illuminated—one bright act of grace at a time, all the way to the river.“
–Elizabeth Gilbert
I think it’s time this got another airing.
HEARTBREAKING: band you just discovered doesn't have any other songs that sound like that
every time I tell someone I use any pronouns and they immediately default to they/them I turn into that George Constanza post a little more
well I never said I don't like they/them
"any pronouns" i say, and no one ever uses a single neopronoun. just one binary pronoun and "they" all the way down.
bro not a single neopronoun! not even a little xe/xem!
i have a pronoun button design for this occasion:
I miss when everyone on my dash listened to Welcome to Night Vale so there’s be a good chance that on any ole day someone would reblog a quote that would grab me by the throat and forcibly ascend me to a higher plane where I understood myself and the universe better and with more kindness but also a little spook
“The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present” are you kidding me this quote has propelled me through at least three emotional crises
“The desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow.” That quote literally got me through grieving my brother like WTNV goes HARD
I discovered this podcast at the beginning of high school, and let me tell you, it rewired my synapses.
Not only was it my first experience with positive LGBT representation, it was the show I clung to when everything else went to shit. Whatever was going on in my life, I knew I had this show in my corner, making me laugh, making me cry, making me feel okay about my place in the universe.
I owe the creators of this podcast more than I could express.
"the lights over the Arby's" is such an intrinsically queer piece of writing that it hits me *hard* every time.
"We will never be the same again. But here's a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren't that person anymore, and everything changes once again." (from Episode 75)
"The universe is vast. You are also vast. So is an ant. There are different sizes of infinity."
Oh man, I have a notebook full of random quotes (annoyingly unattributed but in quotation marks, because teenaged me wanted to give whoever ended up with it a research project to track them all down- joke's on me I don't remember a many of them now), and a decent chunk of it is just Night Vale quotes.
"I fear for Carlos. I fear for Night Vale. I fear for anyone caught between what they don't know, and what they don't yet know that they don't know."
"What has four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening? I don't know, but I trapped it in my bedroom. Send help."
"But most importantly, all of us- all of us here in Night Vale, in America, in the world, in the secret orbital bases- all of us got through another day. We passed the time from one end of twelve to the other without stopping once. Good job, people who experience time! Time experiencers! Good job!"
"Confused? At a loss for what to do? Wow, sounds like you're human. Good luck!"
"Your dreams are going to come true. No more fictions and lies. Every dream will be completely real from here on out."
"Many find it difficult to breathe without the atmosphere, but we knew how; we just stopped breathing."
"'I probably won't miss you,' my mother said. 'I'm only interested in the end of the world,' I replied."
“The Night Vale Medical Board has issued a new study indicating that you have a spider somewhere on your body at all times but especially now. The study said that further research would be needed to determine exactly where on your body this spider is and what its intentions are, only that it is definitely there and is statistically likely to be one of the really ugly ones.”
"When a person dies and no one will miss them, the mourning is assigned to a random human. This is why you sometimes just feel sad."
“In breaking news, the sky. The earth. Life. Existence as an unchanging plain with horizons of birth and death in the faint distance.”
“Weird at last. Weird at last. God Almighty, weird at last.”
"Finally, a reminder that we are here to make each other's lives better, and that's it. So don't screw that up. Cool."
I've acquired a creature that stares at you no matter which direction you look at it from
I’m hypnotized
