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@fairlyfatale
being mutuals with really skilled artists is so funny. van gogh & monet are in the tags of my shitposts telling me they love my sense of humor. I feel like roger rabbit
I've only seen Hadestown once. It was in a high school theater, put on by a relatively new youth theater collective. Nothing terribly special, but there's one thing I'll remember forever.
The Fates, in myth, weave threads of life. This performance gave the fates a red string. In Doubt Comes In, the moment Orpheus turned around, they cut the string and used the two halves to pull Eurydice back to Hades and to hold Orpheus back from going to her. And, more than that, Orpheus didn't sing her name. He screamed it.
That moment, that Orpheus screaming and lunging after Eurydice despite being literally held back by fate, is something I'm never going to forget.
soccer player wailing on the pitch after being gently bumped: i’ve been BRUTALLY ATTACKED! treason!!!!! i simply cannot go on!!! oh! oh referee!!! where is penalty? jail! jail for opponent for One Thousand Years!!!!
hockey player after being leveled by a hit, teeth on the ice, blood in his eyes: why’d you blow the whistle?? i can finish my shift! just scoop up my teeth and drop the puck.
person who's never paid attention to mens football before: huh. why do people keep hating on argentina? surely one team can't be that bad
an hour and a half later: oh
THEY'RE KILLING HIM
Alpine Ibexes climb nearly 90 degree angles to lick salt deposits of of mountainsides. They crave that mineral.
Why is this back on my dash in 2018
Thank god this is back on my dash in 2018
Self indulgent crossover doodle of my favorite alien hunters and alien
being too warm during the day: well, this sucks, but this temperature makes sense because the sun is up, and the sun is making me warm. i am unhappy but logically i can deal with it for now.
being too warm at night: what if i kill everybody.
Go hiking. Fake your death. Become one with the forest. Elevate to forest god. The simple things.
Imagine Grace defined his name as the elegance definition of grace and Rocky spends years thinking how fucking ironic this clumsy leaky space blobs name is.
Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.
And Rocky has to suddenly reconcile that the clumsy leaky blob that saved his life twice, that almost certainly doomed himself to come back for him, name is Mercy.
Look, it’s a weird hill to die on, especially when I don’t really explain, but children deserve to experience fear, disgust, and discomfort in safe scenarios where they can process those sensations.
Media for children used to be scary and that’s important.
“Since it is so likely that (children) will meet cruel enemies, let them at least have heard of brave knights and heroic courage. Otherwise you are making their destiny not brighter but darker.” ― C.S. Lewis
"Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed."
-- G. K. Chesterton
I'm imagining a world where Damian's son Alfred exists, but there is some big calamity going on so Damian makes the decision to send him to himself in another universe to keep him safe.
Which works great, except the Damian Alfred ends up with is 15 years old not qualified to be a parent. He does, however, have a new appreciation for how freaked out his own father must have been when first presented with a strange kid calling themselves his son.
Damian does the DNA test, and Alfred really is his son. From another universe, of course, but still his son. It's a very weird thing to think about, because Damian is 15 and a virgin and should not have to think about children any time soon.
Alfred clings to him regardless. The kid is distraught about being sent away and what may be happening in his own universe, but his father told him he'll be safe with Damian, so he sticks close to him regardless of Bruce's and Dick's attempts to separate them for a bit for Damian's sake.
Weirdly, the only person that can coax Alfred away from Damian is Jon (who heard what was going on and of course needed to see Damian's son for himself). Alfred just runs up to him immediately and hugs him while crying, leaving all of them confused.
No one has asked who Alfred's other parent is, but if they didn't have a suspicion before, they definitely do now.
OHMYGOD I WANT THIS
Shout out to this tiny yet crucial error on an otherwise actually very informative post about myths about tax returns and the IRS
oh boy! something in my mailbox from the IRA? I wonder what it could be!
My favorite quirk of American English is that since we're constantly exaggerating, sometimes it's more intense to say something slightly less intense. Because like, it means you actually thought about it.
"you look great!" - normal. Anyone could say this. Could be true or could just be lying to be nice. Very normal expected thing to say to someone
"you look good." - gay as hell thing to say to someone.