caterpillars in the chrysalis on day 3
This is actually a really hopeful way of looking at it.
Sometimes George Pevensie looks at his eldest and sees not just a stranger, but an enemy. A broad-chested man with his hands tight over Edmund and Lucy’s shoulders, Susan hiding behind him, and a victorious grin full of a predator’s teeth. There is a war-honed sense of danger, along with the childish notion that Peter is a monster there to take his children away.
He blinks, and sky-blue eyes look at him from where Peter had been helping Lucy untangle a pen from her hair. And he scolds himself, for looking at a sixteen-year-old and seeing an adult man, and seeing one with such malice as well. Peter has always been the softer sort, to a point where it used to worry George what the world might do to him. How could he project this childish image of a kidnapping monster onto his own son?
Then he blinks again. Peter’s face is streaked with gore, his eyes are red, and he is laughing with a blood-stained mouth. George gets up and leaves the room to get some fresh air. Perhaps a drink, as well.
Not sure how how many people this will be relevant for, but here's a similar resource for NSW, Australia. Hopefully there's similar resources for other places as well.
https://www.transhub.org.au/doctors
Reminder that July is disabled pride month not just wrath month
Also while we’re here I want everyone to appreciate that This
This wild, wonderful, beautifully animated and heartfelt queer story started here
Here, on tumblr, by an art student who’s wrestling with his identity, mental health, and religious trauma
Tell your stories, kids, you never know how many people will thank you for it
It's midnight here, so happy disability pride month to my fellow disableds, the chronically ill, and also to the temporarily abled.
If your activism doesn't include disability, you're sure as fuck going to wish it did.
Nothing about us without us ♿👊
Titanic: Project 401 allows you explore a jaw-droppingly authentic recreation of the RMS Titanic, from first class all the way down to the engine rooms.
Can't wait for the submersible DLC
I say this with affection: the Honor & Glory guys are absolutely fucking insane. They’re going on? Eight years of work now? With the eventual end goal of recreating every inch of Titanic in painstaking historic detail. There used to be an actual game planned for the environment as well but I think at this point it’s 100% about the ship.
Godspeed, you lunatics. Hopefully my computer will be able to handle the end product.
no YOU live in a society. I live in a daydream world perfectly crafted in the image of the Oh Hello’s 2015 album Dear Wormwood
your opponent is the most selected option. please don't spoil anything in the tags
Room for Love — Part 1
So I started a comic!
Room for Love is a TOG modern AU (Joe/Nicky).
Featuring: (sort of) forced cohabitation, snark, idiots in denial, increasingly stupid excuses for s€xual favours, and falling in love.
If you like the sound of this, and want to see it unfold, you can follow this blog for updates. And, of course, reblogs are very much appreciated! ❤️ You can also subscribe to the story on ao3.
Please do not repost the art!
Ducks quack loudly before a rain. 📰 🦆
It's a whole clip.
I missed the window to harvest elderflowers from my trees, so Pan & I climbed to the plateau yesterday, knowing that trees at this slightly higher elevation are always two weeks behind in terms of seasons (nature's gift to procrastinators.) I made the syrup this morning—I was able to make 8 jars of elderflower syrup out of that one basket of flowers :)
We had an intense downpour just after I took that basket pic, and I'd left books laying around in various places outside my house (the outdoor table, the hammock in the pasture...) It was windy and I could literally see the curtain of rain advancing in the direction of my house like a flying tidal wave so I started running downhill like mad, to Pandolf's immense surprise and delight. Nobody ever wants to race him except Pampe sometimes, so it absolutely made his day. I usually try to go around inhabited pastures so as not to bother the herds, but we had to take the straightest path so we crossed 3 pastures full of cows who watched in utter bemusement as an ecstatic dog and a desperate human with a basket full of flowers zoomed past them trying to outrun a cloud.
Shows up 33 years late with Starbucks
"You're late."
A silly doodle fanart for the meme queen!! Happy birthday friend 🖤
I'M SCREAMING THEY ARE PERFECT YES HE ASKED FOR EXTRA CARAMEL
helloo neil! I wanted to show this drawing I made of you and terry, and of course with aziraphale and crowley! I really hope you like it💕🫶🏻
I really do.
The thing is you read too much 19th century Brit Lit and that's literally just how you start to talk. Was speaking with a friend about another friend and I said "he's very agreeable, but he lacks discernment" like that was in any way a normal way to phrase that sentiment.
This was me when I was ten (I mean, also later but this story is about stuff that happened when I was ten). I had a teacher who was horrible (she took over in like March for another one who left and was very much a desperation hire) and one day my dad came in and told her off for giving us so much homework that even though me and my friend and both our parents spent the whole weekend trying to finish it, we couldn’t. She was not pleased.
And she took it out on me. When I started middle school the following year I was enrolled in the Honors track (hello fellow gifted children who peaked early). Cut to roll call on the first day, and my name isn’t on the list. So I go down to the main office to sort things out, where a very nice lady tells me that I’ve been moved into the ESL (English as a second language) track. For context, I’m a foreign kid who moved to the US a year earlier but speak perfect English. My dad, who had yelled at my teacher a few months earlier, has a thick accent however. Turns out said teacher called the school and said I couldn’t speak English and don’t belong in the honors classes.
However, as mentioned above, I was basically OP. In fact, I was moving from my Frances Hodgson Burnett phase into my H.G. Wells phase at that point and spoke like a haunted Victorian doll when I opened my mouth. So when this nice lady told me that I was moved into the ESL class, my response was something along the lines of, “I’m sorry to trouble you but I do believe there’s been a mistake, albeit an easily reparable one. Might you be able to address this today? I would be remiss if I couldn’t attend my first period class.”
She blinked at me in confusion for a moment and then went to her computer and put me back in honors. She did not pass go. She did not collect $200. I was back in class before the teacher finished covering the class rules.
This is all well and good, but sometimes you were planning to do specific stuff that day and you spent all day trying in vain, so at this end of day you can’t even say « I prioritized my needs » or « I chose not to make plans » because this is not true, you had plans and urgent things to do, you just failed to do them, ergo you indeed did nothing. (I’m talking from my own personal experience in case this isn’t obvious, not bashing anybody struggling with executive dysfunction, just saying that when it happens it doesn’t help to say « but you took care of yourself » because you didn’t.)
Portals to Hell by hrmphfft
marchqueen
IT’S BACK
I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS AGAIN FOR MONTHS
I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW
2ndratehandjob
ITS BACK
This is one of those posts that you need to save and tag or you’ll never see it again for 84 years.
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hey guys look…i found one of those iconic viral Tumblr posts
