Barbie (2023) // The Good Place (2016-2020)
this looks like the same party
they’re shouting back and forth across the club
they should just put random people’s faces on money
like when you get your picture taken at the DMV there’s a chance you’re the 5 dollar bill now
You think this is a joke? A JOKE? No, this is The native Finnish God of Love, Lempo. Demonic and monstrous, and capable of possessing people, driving them insane with love. Call him in with a right love spell and he’s more than happy to help you.
Bread and fire too? Hot damn
dovewithscales
Finally, a love deity for monster fuckers.
@spiritspodcast for sure.
i just think it's neat that odysseus gets put in a position where he has to kill his child to avoid going to war and he can't do it and then agamemnon gets put in a position where he has to kill his child to go to war and he does it
i am LOSING IT over these photographs…… this is what cameras are for
[video description: a series of short process videos showing a photographer setting up little creatures made of acorns and sticks in various natural environments, designed to interact with the animals in the landscape either by placing them in areas animals frequent or placing birdseed or other lures that draw animals to sit on or near the creatures. each process video is followed by a photograph of the little acorn creature interacting with birds, butterflies, and chipmunks. each acorn creature has a joyful or surprised expression on its face. in the bottom right corner of the screen is a watermark reading “www.davidmbird.com” /end description]
We know that Facebook is brainscorching your parents and tiktok is brainscorching your cousins, but some of you refuse to admit that you got your brain scorched here. However unlike those sites there isn't an algorithm here you just make bad choices.
That's all we ever wanted. To arrive at Hell as a result of our own dubious navigation skills instead of as the result of Satan owning all the road sign companies.
“Gotta make sure they are cherished”
Someone with a degree in biology please explain this, is the grouper really cruising for cuddles or are we misinterpreting its behavior?
Because it looks awful cuddly is what I’m saying
Fish are WILDLY intelligent and many are so social that they naturally have social behaviors for interacting with other different species as a whole reef-wide community!! When it comes to interaction with humans, many fish can learn to recognize specific humans and increasingly seek attention such as scratches, rubs and simple play behaviors!
@linddzz can you confirm the fishy desire for skritches?
I’ve had a 4ft goliath grouper come up to me and stare reproachfully until I started giving her scritches and gravel showers. Picking up handfuls of the gravel and gently dropping it over their back is a nice fish massage. We encourage the behavior bc it’s a great time to check over them for any health concerns.
Also this looks like maybe a diver helping with a gravel vac tube. Basically a big siphon used to take junk out of the bottom of tanks.
But yeah this is pretty standard grouper neediness lmao
fresno-nightcrawler
My betta fish used to love getting little pets
I’ve had 5-6 bettas over the years that have enjoyed cuddles. Half of those would do just about anything to swim into my hand or butt up against my fingers during tank cleaning to “ask” for attention. Fish are smart and some species are very, very sweet if they happen to imprint on you.
thebossofcute
Brings new meaning to the concept of “pet fish”
who is going to play all the hollywood monster men everyone wants to fuck when doug jones finally returns to his people
sugar-satyr
he knows
A school project: book cover redesign for Heroes of the Olympians.
Basically is just me trying to make fanarts for pjo during classes
if you’re still taking spotify wrapped prompts, zimbits and 18?
18. Truth Hurts — Lizzo
Hey, I'm glad you're back with your bitch I mean who would wanna hide this? I will never ever ever ever ever be your side chick
The day after Jack leaves Kalokairi, Bitty goes swimming. This is one of his private joys: being weightless when being alive is so heavy. This is one of his private sorrows: swimming doesn’t make a dent in a heartbreak like this.
He stops, treads water, finds the photograph again, asks the question again, hears the response. Are you engaged to this beautiful girl? he’d said. And Jack had said, Yes.
He will never unhear that no matter how far he swims. Yes. It doesn’t matter how sad Jack had seemed, or how regretful, or — it doesn’t matter, none of the sweet things he’d said matter now, none of the I’d stay, if you wanted. I want to. I love you matters anymore, Bitty just — this last month is poisoned, now.
Enough of that. Bitty floats on his back, eyes closed. It’s for the best, really. He’ll make this for the best if it kills him. Jack loved him but wasn’t honest, and love without honesty is worthless.
“You alright there?”
Bitty looks up, blinking in a sudden cold shadow. A sailboat floats a modest distance away, clearly doing its best to give space while staying near. It has Lemon painted on the side in a flowing script. A handsome-looking man does a complicated thing with a bunch of ropes tied to the side of the boat, and something eases in Bitty’s shoulders.
“Hey sailor,” he calls back, and Adam grins over the edge. The rope ladder splashes down shortly after. “You here to rescue me, handsome?”
“I’d never assume you needed rescuing.” Adam stretches in a way that says he knows his arms are displayed to their best advantage and that he wants Bitty to notice. Bitty notices, relaxes more, thinks about uncomplicated things. Adam is uncomplicated. “But I’m at your service.”
Bitty rests a hand on a rung, says, “If I climb up, will you treat me softly?”
Adam clutches at his chest like Bitty’s words have mortally wounded him. “I’m hurt that you’d insinuate anything less.”
Unbidden, a whisper in his mind: do you love her? and you have to believe me Bits, I never wanted to hurt you and just — just stop, okay? Do you love her? and this, Jack’s voice smaller than the smallest grain of sand when he said, I love you, too. I’m confused too, Bits. Doesn’t that matter?
“Can’t blame me for askin’,” he says. “I’ve been treated badly by pretty men like you before, and I don’t think I’d ever recover from being hurt by you.”
He glances up. Adam’s face is doing something that suggests he knows, on some level, that Bitty addressed that last sentence to someone else just now. It’s a strangely understanding expression that Bitty doesn’t know what to do with. Maybe Adam isn’t as simple as he looks.
“I wouldn’t,” Adam says. He’s so earnest that it’s impossible to look at him head-on. “I’d do whatever you want, Bitty, if you came up here, and nothing more or less. I promise.”
Bitty turns this over in his head. “I’d like you to kiss me again,” he says, and Adam smiles with his eyes. Deep sunlines carry that smile to the rest of his face. “If I come up, will you?”
“I’d kiss you now if you wanted,” Adam says. “Do you want me to?”
Bitty bites his lip. Nods. Adam whoops as he cannonballs into the water.
And just for a split second — just one, just one fragment of a moment, right before Adam touches him like something precious, kisses him like someone reverent, holds him like he’ll never let go — just for that split second where he’s suspended in the air, Bitty rewrites this moment into one where Jack’s the one jumping in, where Jack picked him, where he told the truth and made things right and stayed. For just one split second he imagines this moment with no broken hearts. For just one split second, Bitty closes his eyes.
Then Adam lands. Then Adam swims up, slow, pretending to be shy. “Hi,” he says, batting his eyelashes.
Bitty kisses him there and again on the ladder and again, on the deck, and again, on the stairs leading down to Adam’s bed, again and again and again, the sheets sea-soaked and their swim trunks sodden in the corner, again during and between and after, again and again, until he doesn’t think about Jack at all.
I really tried, y'all. But I'm gonna have to throw in the towel at just three because work continues to be bonkers. This has already been sitting unfinished for about a month and I don't know when I'll ever have the time to draw the rest of the prompts. oTL
Small consolation is I'm particularly proud of how Jun-as-Ieyasu turned out. <3
Let’s be honest - Everest should be cut off from climbers, and the only people that should be allowed up there are ppl who volunteer to clean up all the garbage and human excrement adrenaline junkies have left up there over the decades, and anyone who volunteers to attempt to bring down any bodies of those who died.
The ascent is too dangerous, too many ill-equipped and unprepared climbers try to make the climb, and too much garbage is piling up and poisoning the run off that communities around Everest rely on to live.
Reminder that:
- Rainbow Valley, for all its macabre connotations, is also a literal trash heap.
- Base Camp and ABC are worse. The entire route is lined with garbage.
- The Sherpa population receive little credit for incredible amount of work they do, often doing most of the work of the climber or team so that the team takes all the credit. It’s true that there’s a monetary benefit for their communities, but their job is also one of the most dangerous in the world.
- There are documented crimes on Everest. Theft and assault are just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. Theft of oxygen tanks and other vital equipment can seriously endanger climbers. Entire books have been written about this.
- People have been left to die on the climb. In some places, depending on the altitude, it becomes unavoidable or near impossible to move someone down the mountain. However, there have been avoidable deaths, again well-documented. Some climbers even say they have something called “summit fever” where only the climb has meaning, and not their fellow climbers.
- It’s overcrowded. The victory’s lost most of its meaning. Just let it be.
this is another reason why land back / indigenous sovereignty is so important. give the mountain back to the people who’ve been taking care of it for centuries and let them have full control over it legally. let them decide if it should or shouldn’t be a tourist attraction or if people should be allowed to climb it. just defer to Sherpa people when it comes to anything to do with Sagarmāthā
this is true for many other famous mountains as well, though everest is the biggest example.
my dad grew up in Tanzania and has lots of family near Kilimanjaro which also has an issue with solid waste from climbers as well as other forms of pollution. there are also regular deaths on the mountain, much like everest.
"Un-uhlaive? UN-UHLAIVE? Ma'am, that man has been killed. He has been MUHDUHED. To DEATH."
GlassOnion:AKnivesOutMystery (2022) dir. Rian Johnson
“Are you calling me dangerous?” “ We’ll see.”