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Thank you people who tagged me in this- I did the dishes!
Happy Pride!
Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions
I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.
‘Because she likes people,’ said the witch, striding ahead. 'She cares about 'em. Even the stupid, mean, drooling ones, the mothers with the runny babies and no sense, the feckless and the silly and the fools who treat her like some kind of a servant. Now THAT’S what I call magic–seein’ all that, dealin’ with all that, and still goin’ on. It’s sittin’ up all night with some poor old man who’s leavin’ the world, taking away such pain as you can, comfortin’ their terror, seein’ 'em safely on their way…and then cleanin’ 'em up, layin’ 'em out, making 'em neat for the funeral, and helpin’ the weeping widow strip the bed and wash the sheets–which is, let me tell you, no errand for the fainthearted–and stayin’ up the next night to watch over the coffin before the funeral, and then going home and sitting down for five minutes before some shouting angry man comes bangin’ on your door 'cuz his wife’s havin’ difficulty givin’ birth to their first child and the midwife’s at her wits’ end and then getting up and fetching your bag and going out again…. We all do that, in our own way, and she does it better'n me, if I was to put my hand on my heart. THAT is the root and heart and soul and center of witchcraft, that is. The soul and center!' Mistress Weatherwax smacked her fist into her hand hammering out her words. 'The…soul…and…CENTER!’ Echoes came back from the trees in the sudden silence. Even the grasshoppers by the side of the track had stopped sizzling. 'And Mrs Earwig,’ said Mistress Weatherwax, her voice sinking to a growl, 'Mrs. Earwig tells her girls it’s about cosmic balances and stars and circles and colors and wands and…and toys, nothing but TOYS!' She sniffed. 'Oh, I daresay they’re all very well as decoration, somethin’ nice to look at while you’re workin’, somethin’ for show, but the start and finish, THE START AND FINISH, is helpin’ people when life is on the edge. Even people you don’t like. Stars is easy, people is hard.’ She stopped talking. It was several seconds before birds began to sing again. 'Anyway, that’s what I think,’ she added in the tones of someone who suspects that she might have gone just a bit further than she meant to.
--Terry Pratchett, "A Hat Full of Sky"
This is called "knowing your audience."
Nicole Coenen [ Instagram | TikTok | YouTube ]
Results not guaranteed.
The local farmer I get my chicks and beef from had a Cooper's Hawk fly into the pen as she was working with the chicks, and to protect the chicks, she just straight caught the hawk.
The hawk's face is too good.
[find them at Deer Run Farm on FB]
I love this revival of Chicago.
“I began learning the craft of acting and I realized that the most glorious part of all of this was the craft itself. If you can learn to center your voice and be true to yourself, use language, rhythm, iambic pentameter, and syncopation in your speeches, you will unwittingly be singing.”
MARCIA GAY HARDEN for As If Magazine (January 2024)
Ugh, all these amateurs doing Major-General’s Song parodies about millennials with inexact rhymes!!! This is how you do it:
MILLENNIAL:
I am the very model of a modern, gay millennial,
I’ve information useless and anxiety perennial,
I’m treated with suspicion when I’m not outright infantilized
And miffed at how the internet is ever more mercantilized.
I fret about the dangers of calamity climatical,
And get my hands on media in manner most piratical,
I’m practiced in the art of homosexual effrontery—
Effrontery, effrontery, let’s see…yes!
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cuntery!
CHORUS:
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cuntery,
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cuntery!
And often made ecstatic by an older woman’s cunter-unter-y!
MILLENNIAL:
Then I can write a catalogue of epithets Homerical,
And have a handsome person get me nakedly hysterical—
I likely won’t survive to see the U.S. tricentennial,
For I’m the very model of a modern, gay millennial!
CHORUS:
There’s very little chance he’ll see the U.S. tricentennial,
The country won’t last long enough, and he’s a gay millennial!
Jack Black performs "We're Men in Tights" live for Mel Brooks and Michelle and barrack Obama
Finding this clip out of context while looking for the soundtrack felt like a fever dream.
phantom of the opera + twitter
What’s in Anya Taylor-Joy’s Lady Dior bag?
I FOUND IT GUYS I SPENT HALF AN HOUR LOOKING FOR THIS VIDEO AND ITS HERE
Always reblog peent.
*before clicking play*: IS THIS WHAT i THINK IT IS???
*clicks play*: IT ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
omg!! omg
Forever reblog.
Heaven let your eent shine down.
Favourite Designs: Linda Friesen ‘Blood Red Angel’ Haute Couture Gown [x]
i felt like tumblr needed to see this
ronda slater, what I need is: a contemplation of bisexuality, from bi any other name: bisexual people speak out, edited by Lorraine Hutchins and Lani Kaahumanu, 1991
Ronda Slater
What I need is
In contemplation of bisexuality
What I need is an angular man with muscles and bones built for thrusting or maybe
what I need is a satin-skinned woman with fingers that dance on my body or maybe
what I need is a Trojan Horse lover who is really a woman named Helen, in hiding, or maybe
what I need is a magical man who grows gardens of herbs and heals with the laying on of his hands or maybe
what I need is a lyrical lady with hair down to here who writes poems and songs about me for a change, or maybe
what I need is a sensual socialist androgynous feminist who doesn’t smoke cigarettes or maybe
love is like water and when you find out you need it, who cares where it comes from, or maybe
everyone is a well just waiting for me to send my ladle down.
i wish i could purr so my friends know im still happy even if m not saying anything
Good to see the autistics are enjoying this one
I wish I could purr so my friends would heal and recover faster/better
I wish I could flatten my ears and lash my tail to let people know they’re on thin fucking ice.
I wish I could sleep 16 hours a day. Also all of the stuff above.