Obi slid off his horse, haphazardly tying it to the post and not even looking back to check to see if it was secure. The stars and moon shone brightly above him, and for that he was grateful, because like an idiot he’d decided to undertake the last leg of his journey home without any stops.
I wanna know all about Steve crying about doing the right thing and flexing while crying
You’re the worst and I can’t depend on you for anything.
Steve saw a viral video of a baby being snatched up by a bald eagle and was getting all upset while working out in the gym, because he’d have to fight an EAGLE which he didn’t want to do, but the poor baby!
“Steve, that’s a fake video.”
“I saw it with my own two eyes, Sam. The poor kid didn’t have a chance. And now I must fistfight one of the greatest symbols of America. *eyes brimming prettily with tears*”
“It’s NOT REAL, Steve.”
“Why would they lie, Sam? On the Internet, in front of everybody?”
Dawn: Oh no, it’s quite alright. Originally I was against
the idea of writing about the whole terrible affair. In my “Predator
Seeking Prey” novel, at least the
first installment, I touch on well enough to establish my motivations and
regrets but no more so than to paint the broad picture of my life. I both
didn’t want to dwell on it too long, nor did I want to draw out a rebuttal
novel from Lionheart defending his behavior.
But now that more time has past I know one day I’ll have to
write that biography. Regardless of how I feel, or if Lionheart wants to write
a retort. But, I’m just not quite ready yet. Maybe a few decades from now,
and I have adopted kids, maybe moved away from Zootopia and retired. I think
that’s when a trip don’t memory lane of that magnitude would be on the table.
But that isn’t to say there aren’t mammals trying to drag
that story out of me, as well as Judy, Nick and Vernon. Since my release and recovery, all of
us had received offers for movies, mini-series, and all sorts of stuff based on
our story. That’s both my scandal, and my Father’s. I’ve turned everything
down, as has Judy, but Nick’s curiosity at least lead him to getting a
tentative script for the movie they were planning. He shared the most hilarious
chunks with us via text before also turning it down. It had some crazy stuff in
it, like switching Judy from a female rabbit to that ‘Jack Savage’ guy. The big
star from those spy and action movies. Obviously Nick’s role was swapped for a female fox, arctic of
course, a popular model. As for me…ugh…I was swapped out for a pig. I don’t
know if that’s an insult to me personally, or pigs.
Despite our refusal however, I think the movie is still
going forward. They just made major changes to the whole thing to the point
where it’s unrecognizable as having anything to do with us. They’re really
stretching that 'based on true events’
Why are millennials so into social justice these days? You ever notice that if anybody takes issue with something like cultural appropriation they'll be roughly 20 years old?
A couple of reasons. One thing is that they are more aware than past generations of social justice issues. Kids in the ‘60s were into social justice as they saw it then but things are different now, more fractured. The other is that kids have been raised on the great heroes of the civil rights movement and the gay rights movement and wish to be like these people. Unfortunately, they often take it to extremes and come off looking a little ridiculous.
5 happy dogs who want to be loved, each has a unique and wonderful fur texture.
The dogs just won’t stay in the darn pentagram, They keep wandering over to you, licking your hand, and holding out their toys, demanding you throw them. Hours pass. The dogs just don’t cooperate at all. Your ritual fails, but who am I kidding? You have five dogs now, you don’t even need me.
Eugene is telling this as a bedtime story to their kids.
Like, all I could imagine is this adorable little brown haired kid with green eyes sitting in bed watching as he makes this really dramatic face, and begins
“This is the story of how I died!”
and they look a little scared, so he quickly goes
“Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun.”
And they both look at Rapunzel real quick because, hey, Mom’s in the story, great!
And by the end they’re both teasing each other and making sappy faces and the kid’s giggling and half asleep and
“There you go, kiddo. That’s the story of how we met. Sweet dreams, sunshine. Tomorrow night we’re gonna tell you the story of how your Aunt Elsa froze her entire fucking country because of her emotional issues.”