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It’s Fourth of July Eve so make sure to leave some milk and cookies out for Captain America
I THOUGHT AFTER FOUR YEARS YOU PEOPLE WOULD LET THIS DIE AND YET AGAIN I OPEN THIS CURSED APP TO FIND MORE NOTES ON THIS POST
Your grandchildren are gonna be reblogging this.
If they’re reblogging my crap I will have failed as a parent and grandparent
This post is not crap and you know it.
Anyways happy July 4 Eve!!
Cat friend! This one is from 2020 and I’m a bit shocked as I didn’t expect it to be this old. I’ve been very confused not finding it in my 2021 folder and wondering if it’s been 2022 after all? On the other hand, these past years have been a messy blur, so… yeah…
evanescence bring me to life and britney spears toxic are sisters to me
do you see
well yes and no
I do believe in the power of sitting in your car just a little longer before heading inside, lying upside down on the couch, cloud gazing well into adulthood, taking the time to learn something new, humility, recollecting your dreams, pressing something warm against your belly, small talk w strangers, odes to romance, a lit candle on your countertop while you cook, having a sense of humor about life
Each year on her birthday, the King and Queen released thousands of lanterns into the sky in hope that one day their lost princess would return. TANGLED (2010) dir. Nathan Greno & Byron Howard
Okay I'm biting, I'm chomping down on the hook - could you tell me a little bit about the queen's thief and why I should read it?
hm. ok. so the queen’s thief is about a trickster who wants to go down in history but as soon as it starts happening he’s like NO NOT LIKE THAT. and also about the people he befriends against their will :)
it’s an ancient greece/byzantine era-inspired world that starts off very focused on one person and then as his significance grows it zooms out to show you more and more of what it becomes increasingly clear are history-making events of this land, gradually gaining perspective and quickly gaining layers and layers of political intrigue, all of which is connected on thematic levels to the mythology of this world
...but it all starts with a grimy teenager sitting in prison because he got busted for bragging about how good he is at stealing
you should read it if you love mythology, courtly intrigue, and ruthless politics being no match for the saving power of trusting those you love. if you don’t love slow, classic fantasy quest road trips maybe don’t start with the first book tho
featuring characters such as:
wish i had a bit going where whenever i said "the prophecy" like three of my friends would repeat "the prophecy" in different tones while squinting into the distance and rubbing their chins like sages deep in thought. i would also do this for them, im a team player
okay, so, be me, 27 years old at the time, an adult by any definition in the world
be me at the los angeles zoo, one of my very favorite places in the world, because i love animals. i am immedietly 8 years old when presented with a little creature. i can’t help it.
okay, wait, go back. we must establish two things for this to hit right
first:
the year before, i’d gone to the san diego zoo with my aunt and grandma and! they let you feed giraffes there!!
how wonderful a world and how wonderful a life, where for $10 I can hand feed a giant creature three crispy biscuits. i go “i am feeding the giraffes right now” and go in line to buy the biscuits and return moments later triumphant, 3 biscuits in my grasp
“oh good!” my grandmother says, “one for each of us!”
“yes,” i say, despondent, “one for each of us.”
i wanted to feed all three to the giraffes myself but since i am an actual adult and not a child i do not say this and share the biscuits
second:
my friend group echoes. a lot
someone tells a story and ends it with “and that’s what happened!” and the rest of us will repeat “and that’s what happened!”
often in unison. and it’s constant, all the time, even to little stuff. often said in the tone of “they don’t even have dental”
ok, so we’re back at the los angeles zoo. they have opened the giraffe feeding
i am not going to be thwarted again
my two friends (K and M) get in line to feed them and i go to buy the biscuits. i return with nine biscuits because i am going to give the giraffes three biscuits myself and i do not want to hear a word of protest. i am being fair. i am being equitable. i am sharing. no one can judge me
“wow!” says K. “that’s a lot of biscuits!”
“the cult provides,” i say generously, handing over their share, because what is a friend group if not a small cult
and then, automatically, in unison, like they have so many times before and thinking nothing of what exactly they’re saying, M and K reply, “the cult provides”
two different people in line turn to stare at us while we all blink at each other and then M nervously shouts, “we are definitely not in a cult!” which sounds like something someone who is in a cult might say
and ever since it’s been a running bit where one person says “the cult ____” and everyone echoes it as seriously as possible, no matter where we are or who we’re around
which is to say, OP, that you could be living the dream if your friends weren’t cowards
For those confused: the player in dark blue was faking out shooting a basket. The defending player in green fell for the fake out and jumped past the player in blue attempting to block the shot. The player in green then landed out of bounds. The player in dark blue then passed him the ball. Out of reflex the player in green caught it. Since that player was out of bounds and now has the ball the ball is handed back over to the dark blue team.
Another thing for those confused: the guy in blue is a member of the Harlem Globetrotters.
raccoon ranger
watercolors 5x7in
[image description: a watercolor painting of a raccoon with a quiver of arrows on its back, wearing a robin hood style green hat with a turkey feather tucked into it. behind the raccoon is an a-frame tent, and before them is an unlit campfire. the scene is in a forest and a chickadee is perched an a branch above the raccoon. end image description.]
the masculine urge
the feminine urge
the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons
So D&D black dragons are supposed to live in swamps, right? Pretty amphibious, live in swamps, lair in...
caves. With a main entrance and a back entrance.
In swamps.
I really have trouble with the idea that there's these dragon-sized caves in an area with such a high water table, y'know? We have to go through miles of swamp to reach this lair, it's not one little boggy place in a mountain valley otherwise filled with nice caves. And the cave has to have two entrances, too? I can believe in dragons, but not this geology.
So... maybe it's not geology. Because a lair in a marshy place with exacting design specifications sounds a lot like a totally natural thing --
A beaver lodge.
So now I have this new image of black dragons industriously gnawing down giant trees to construct their mighty swamp lairs, and I am so much happier.
He's building his lodge.
Protip for all the kids out there: you don't have to choose between wearing all pink or wearing all black. Everyone is looking at each other saying "Oh, I wish I could rock a leather jacket but I'm so girly" so WHAT. You want that leather jacket GET IT. You don't have to wear it every day of your life. Do what makes you happy each day whether that's punk or ballet
@the-tiny-dragons-tea-room from what you’ve mentioned about your fashion choices, I think you’ve already perfected this balance.
Boga and Obi-Wan Kenobi in Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith (2005)
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