I just found out VLC media player lets you do this????
It works in motion too!! Took me half an hour asdgfsadfghas
Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery + letterboxd reviews
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This is way better than straight up telling your kid “Santa isn’t real.”
I never thought about it this way, and it makes me really happy
the bravery of a girl who has to decide what is for dinner and then cook it and then wash dishes every day forever and ever.
That's called being an adult
no it’s called being the bravest girl on planet earth
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
Years back, I was working at a specialty store, and we got this HUGE crate of plushy toys. They were all insanely cute and squishy. I knew kids would go nuts for them, as it was the first week of December, so parents and grandparents often had kids with them while shopping for furniture, lamps, cooking equipment, lights, etc.
One night, I was working my last hour of my shift covering the Customer Service desk, which meant when I wasn't busy, I was supposed to help clean up around the cash registers, including taking back items people changed their minds about at the checkout. Earlier, I had witnessed a kid carrying thos cute plushy toy. It was a brown and white hedgehog. The kid, at the checkout, saw a remote control car and he told his dad he qanted it. The dad told him, "The plushy or the car- you can't have both" (by the way, I respect boundaries with kids and parents sticking to their guns about it), and the kid picked the car.
So, I'm cleaning up, have less than an hour left of my shift, and I see the little plushy hedgehog. Somehow, he never got put back nor had anyone else seen him and decided to buy him. He was just sitting there, slumped to the side, unattended.
It's Christmas and I'm a sentimental old sap at heart. My brain starts replaying the scene from RUDOLPH where he's on the Island of Misfot Toys, and is told a toy is never truly happy until it is loved. I picked him up and quickly took him back to the bin with the plushies but... It was empty. He was literally the last plushy toy and my boss was about to wheel the bin out. We weren't getting any more toys till November, so that meant any toys left at this point needed to sell or they'd be sent to the dump.
I brought the little hedgehog to the front, figuring someone would see him with the candy, candles, & Christmas brick-a-brack, and fall in love with him. When I finished my shift, I went to ask my manager a question and as I passed the Christmas candle display - there he sat, the sad little slumped over hedgehog plushy. No one had bought him, or even moved him.
My manager, Phillip, saw me and the hedgehog. He asked how the hedgehog got there. I told him how I'd put him there when the bin got sent back, and he was the only plushy left. Philip had kids, I figured he'd probably get sentimental and buy it for his kids. Nope. He shrugged and said he'd send it back to be disposed of.
That night, I came home with a plushy hedgehog in my passenger seat. My mom saw him and just thought he was the cutest little hedgehog and asked what I wanted to do with him. I told her the story, then added I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do with him.
My mom is a child psychiatrist, specializing in children with PTSD and brain damage that results in learning problems/issues with processing their emotions. She asked if she could have the plushy hedgehog (even offered to pay me for him, she didn't expect me to just give him over), so kids could hug him when they were upset in session.
Murphy, the plushy hedgehog that still slumps a little to the left when seated, has been hugged by hundreds of kids. Little girls have held him tight while explaining about bullies, little boys have held him tight while crying over their panic attacks, younger siblings have held him to whisper secrets while elder siblings and parents talk about self-soothing techniques, teenagers have hugged Murphy while talking about the worst day of their lives. Murphy has also been hugged by kids excitedly chatting about a new friend at school, a teen girl excited to be called by her name instead of her dead-name, little kids proudly saying they've mastered their ABCs, and even staff members who just need to come chat over a case they are having trouble with.
Every now and then, my mom brings Murphy home for a weekend. He gets washed (she calls it a Spa Weekend, to her coworkers, all of them laughing), dried, and sits outside with my mom in the sunshine to get aired out, then on Monday, they are back to work. Some kids even just ask to hold Murphy while they talk, no matter their mood or what they want to talk about. They just want to hug Murphy.
So yes. Plushies are made for one purpose. To be hugged and loved. To be a comfort.
To give some perspective: Chariots were invented circa 2000 BC and were the fastest form of transportation known to man for around 3800 years until trains in the 1800′s. Then 100 years later we were flying, and 66 years after that we were on the Moon.
Hey everyone I'm still thinking about the Haywood siblings from nope (2022).
I'm thinking about Jean jacket always being meant to be the first beast Em was going to tame, and how her dad got in the way the first time, but her brother saw she was capable of doing it on her own the second time. I'm thinking about OJ seeing a key being logded into a representation of his home (ghost when he lost his dad, the porch when he got back to Em). I'm thinking about how after their dad got killed by the coin, OJ stared at it without taking it out of the evidence bag, another spectacle, meant to be seen but not touched, meanwhile Em's most important scene has her reaching for fallen coins in hope of making something new. I'm thinking about how OJ's survival was dependant on him standing on the same ground he stood in all his life, unmoving force, while Emerald only lived because she ran as far away as she could towards the cameras and flashes she always wanted. I'm mostly thinking about how much we see Em rely on the idea of fame and being "on top of the mountain" as Ant puts it, but in the final scene, she doesn't look at the press and cameras, she doesn't even look at the picture she took, she's completely focused on OJ.
morpheus going to lucienne for advice was so funny though. he's like lucienne i know i told u to mind ur own business but a teenager told me to fuck off and she's threatening to destroy the realm what do i do🥺👉👈
real i threw up vibes
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Tag urself I'm Tiddy Skittles
Guys I found the FUCKING article have it
Ashley, F. (2019). Surgical informed consent and recognizing perioperative duty to disclose in transgender health care. McGill Journal of Law and Health, 13(1), 73-116
The author is transfeminine themselves and this bit was in a FOOTNOTE. They had NO OBLIGATION to give this information and they are the funniest person on this fucking planet
“What is it that the child has to teach?
The child naively believes that everything should be fair and everyone should be honest, that only good should prevail, that everybody should have what they want and there should be no pain or sadness. The child believes the world should be perfect and is outraged to discover it is not.
And the child is right.”
— Rabbi Tzvi Freeman
“Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’ What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’” –Barbara Alice Mann
I’m a simple bisexual. I see a guy with golden retriever energy and a beautiful woman who could kill me and I fall in love 🤷🏻
AI art from the prompt: Teddy Bears working on new AI research underwater with 1990s technology
They both created something else to deal with their grief
in an interesting case of linguistic convergent evolution, the english words scale, scale, and scale are all false cognates of each other
scale as in „to climb“ comes from the latin scala, for ladder.
scale as in the measuring device comes from the old norse skal, for a drinking vessel sometimes used as a weighing device
scale as in the dermal plating on the skin of some fish and reptiles comes from the old french escale, for shell or husk.
