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Don Rickles passed away before he was able to record any dialogue for Toy Story 4. Rather than replacing him, Disney reviewed 25 years of material from the first three films, video games, and other media; they were able to assemble enough dialogue to cover the entire film. (source) Photo : Disney / JohnMathewSmith / wikimedia

freakyducky

😭🥰😭🥰😭

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magspag

The original Number 5 was a reference to how many continents he’s had sex on, so this kinda implies that Lou’s quarantine is being spent fucking like a beast at the Antarctic Research Station

circleturk

I want to know which inhabited continent you think he’s avoiding by making Antarctica his 6th

thisistheglamorous-deactivated2

antique-scarecrow

this is it. this is the single funniest coronavirus meme. what the mcfuck

mens-rights-activia

ladyandtheghost

Also:

oh-no-what-a-nightmare

If you ever find yourself unable to write interesting characters

just use whose line is it anyway identities

oh-no-what-a-nightmare

bunjywunjy

Blessed jellyfish facts?!?

there is not one, but TWO DIFFERENT SPECIES called “fried egg jellyfish”

one lives in the mediterranean and the other lives in the fucking arctic

anus

nanowrimo

With you in solidarity.

Hi writers,

The past many days have seen extraordinary protests across the United States and around the world in support of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery, David McAtee, and so many more unarmed Black Americans who are killed by police officers, without immediate and meaningful justice.

We’ve sent a couple of messages that have included anti-racist books and reading lists and suggested organizations that could use your donations right now. We’ll include a few more links below.

We’ve gotten some questions from writers in our community who ask why we’re getting involved here, even in our small way.

We’re involved because we love and care about Black people.

We’re involved because we want to help remove all obstacles to writing creatively, meaningfully, and joyfully. Time, money, and energy are obstacles for all writers that we talk about all the time, and white supremacy, racism, and bigotry make these obstacles loom even larger.

We’re involved because we feel a responsibility to challenge our own assumptions and learn more about white supremacy culture and anti-Blackness in the United States, past and present, so that we can avoid further contributing to those legacies.

Our mission statement includes the goal to create a better, more creative world. Thank you for bringing all of your imagination, perseverance, and empathy as we work together to try to do that. We love you very much.

—The NaNoWriMo Staff

Resources

If you’re able, you could donate to the Black Visions Collective, or the Louisville Community Bail Fund. Reclaim the Block, a Minneapolis-based community organization, is maintaining a list of organizations in Minneapolis you may want to support here. Autostraddle also has a list of bail funds by state, or you can make a donation to be split across 70+ bail funds here.

A group of authors, including many who have participated in or partnered with NaNoWriMo over the years, is holding a virtual #KidLit Rally for Black Lives on Thursday, June 4, at 7 PM ET. The rally will be led by Jason Reynolds, Kwame Alexander, and Jacqueline Woodson.

The End of Policing is a book about the history of modern policing, how it currently functions, and potential alternatives to help create safe and just communities. It’s being offered for free as an ebook by Verso Books.

Here’s a list of books you can buy to learn more about racism. If you buy here, Bookshop will donate additional funds to the Brooklyn Community Bail Fund, the Minnesota Freedom Fund, and the family of George Floyd.

One of our Wrimos, Rachel Werner, reached out to share that she’s offering a class this June called “Reading—and Writing—Diverse KidLit & YA” if you’re interested.

We’ve loved working with many writing-related organizations led and staffed by Black people and other people of color. Check out We Need Diverse Books, POC in Publishing, and Writing With Color.

If you’re a parent, here’s are some suggestions and books to start conversations with your children around race and protest. Here’s another great list of children’s books from EmbraceRace. The Brown Bookshelf has also kicked off their summer reading initiative, Generations Book Club.

ladyninasayers-ish

sandersstudies

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

rebelminds

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

snarling-through-our-smiles

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

gatorfisch

THIS is boys will be boys

suddenlysteven

on a camp with teenage boys recently and as i was one of the camp leaders, it was part of my duties to help wake said boys in the morning (at 6am or a similar ungodly hour).

we (the camp leaders) found the most efficient way to do so was to blast music from a tinny little speaker one of us owned.

so before the sun itself has risen, we’re walking down a corridor with 8+ rooms filled with 6 or more boys in each, blasting the one and only Let It Go from Frozen, hoping to wake a few students, preparing for hateful commentary.

instead, what we got was the thumps and shouts of boys excitedly leaping from bunk beds, stuffing on shirts and bursting into the corridor to scream the lyrics to Let It Go.

every.single.boy.did this.

as soon as the song finished, they acted like it never happened and went back to their rooms to get dressed.

aqua-cultured

you will all be pleased to learn that provided with the zero-gravity environment of scuba diving, it is not uncommon to turn around to see 3 or 4 teenage boys t-posing mid water column

lotrlocked

Young men and boys! Please reclaim ‘boys will be boys’ by doing chaotic good things, having good clean fun, and engaging in benevolent bro culture.

kibblesandbitch

Here’s something to chew on.

duffhilary

- Is there anyone else here that is gonna be surprised when you change your relationship status to ‘engaged’? - Just a couple people. - Like who? - My parents.

cleganed-deactivated20180118

get to know me: [02/20] animated movies

If you can’t say something nice, don’t say nothing at all.

highlandvalley

はうすさんのツイート: “ダメ… かわゆすぎて悶える… https://t.co/ThRYKaZv6A”

dingdongyouarewrong

….. you know in shrek 2 the love potion is supposed to turn you and your lover beautiful if one person drinks it. donkey drank it and he turned into a horse …so what the fuck do you think his dragon gf turned into while the main plot was happening…