Blues clues is queer I donât take criticisms

JVL
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Jules of Nature
Stranger Things

No title available

Discoholic đȘ©
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever

titsay

oozey mess

Andulka

@theartofmadeline
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
Three Goblin Art

â
d e v o n
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Finland

seen from United States
seen from France

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from China
@grapefruithalves
Blues clues is queer I donât take criticisms
https://www.instagram.com/p/BtNZW13AS0B
Dani & Jamie | The meaning of the Claddagh RingÂ
The Claddaghâs distinctive design features two hands clasping a heart surmounted by a crown. These elements symbolize the qualities of friendship (the hands): âYou are my best friendâ, love (the heart): âAnd the love of my lifeâ, and loyalty (the crown): âI donât know how much time we have left, but however much it is I wanna spend it with youâ. The Claddagh ring was traditionally worn with the intention of conveying the wearerâs relationship status; if worn on the left ring finger with the point of the heart toward the wrist it means that the wearer is married: âAnd I know we canât technically get married, but I also donât really care. We can wear the rings, and weâll know.â
I dream of one day being able to craft characters as vividly and efficiently as Billy Joel in âPiano Man.â
Paul âthe real-estate novelistâ. Three words! Thatâs all we need to build a complete picture of this manâs personality and history. And then it just rounds out the picture with ânever had time for a wifeâ.
And we donât even pause a beat before jumping to the equally vivid tragedy of âDavy whoâs still in the navy and probably will be for life.â
And these two are talking together! Because of course they are, these kindred souls stuck in their lives of mediocrity.
The whole songâs nothing but lightning-fast character sketches. The old man whose song is âsad and sweet and knew it complete when I wore a younger manâs clothes.â
John at the bar, so firmly established as cheerful and friendly and exuberant before the 180 turn to âBill, I believe this is killing me.â
The waitress practicing politics.
Even the businessmen âsharing a drink they call loneliness, but itâs better than drinking alone.â
All these tiny little tragicomic figures gathered around a barâs piano. Sketched in five minutes and thirty-nine secondsâand thatâs counting the choruses and harmonica breaks.
I dunno, I just think about it every time I hear the song and think he deserves more credit for it.
WISHBONE WAS SO LEGIT.
im high and losing it a little over this
I was fine until the My Romemate title card came up upon which I lost it
You know eveytime they tell those straight Supergirl actresses they gotta pretend to like pussy they think about giving it all up and moving back to bumfuck Ohio
Ties That Bind: Familial Homophobia and Its Consequences by Sarah Schulman
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (2016)
This might be the best thing Iâve ever seen
some golden retrievers!Â
âWen Ning, itâs really you ! Why donât you recognise me?â
by Endofmarch
Night Star Cat, Cat-O-Lanterns, and Ghost Cats.
Iâve seen a lot of videos going around of urban-dwelling critters coming to humans for help with various problems, ranging from boxes stuck on their heads to young trapped down a storm drain, and itâs gotten me to thinking:
On the one hand, itâs kind of fascinating that they know to do that.
On the other hand, setting any questions of how this sort of behaviour must have arisen aside for the nonce, does it ever strike you how weird it is that weâve got a whole collection of prey species whose basic problem-solving script ends with the step âif all else fails, go bother one of the local apex predators and maybe theyâll fix the problem for no reasonâ?
well, come to think of it, weâre at the top of the food chain but we almost exclusively hunt and kill prey out in the country.Â
raccoons and possums and foxes and crows all succeed in an urban environment because theyâre opportunistic and observant. and almost none of them would have observed us pounce on one of their species and then start eating it, you know? a lot of them would have observed that we scream and chase them out of wherever we donât want them to be, but other animals are territorial too. but thereâs a number of situations where humans feed whoeverâs bold enough to take them up on the offer, and we do tend to pull garbage off of other animals as soon as they slow down enough for us to catch. âa human got me but nothing bad happenedâ is a much more frequent thing than âa human got me and tried to eat meâ. Â
anyway like, weâre masters of our environment, we make weird shit happen all the time, we have lots of great food and sometimes we share, and we almost never eat someone. it makes sense for urban animals, over the last century or so, to just keep an eye out for opportunities to use us, and to pass the habit on to their kids.Â
It really is a weird, funny thing. Like yeah, technically theyâre predators, and they get pretty screamy, especially if you try to take any of their stuff⊠but given the chance it seems like theyâd rather help us out and sometimes theyâll just randomly give you food, so???
I mean, I guess in fairytales and myths weâve got our fair share of stories about dangerous people/creatures who might well kill you or otherwise ruin your life, but to whom people nonetheless turn for help in desperate circumstances. So itâs not like the perspective is exactly a foreign thing to our own mindset, really⊠Itâs just that, yâknow, we canât actually go make a deal with the faeries when thereâs something we canât figure out.
(Which brings me to an interesting thought about the ubiquitous rule about never eating the faery food lest you find yourself forever unsatisfied with anything in the human world - and the potential parallels to the dangers of feeding wildlife human food lest they become addicted and too tame and dependent to be safe for either themselves or us. Hmm.)
Okay, but that last bit with the FaeâŠmakes almost perfect sense.
Of the stories Iâve read, the food of the Fae, its origins and effects, are often strange and/or obscure.- Just like our food to most animals.
The Fae are strange beings that seem to know weird things that give them power or an edge over us.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae work and live by strange rules also often nonsensical or obscure to us.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae can easily obtain vast amounts of things we consider rare/precious/desireable, and have no problem with dishing it out wantonly for no other reason than amusement.- Just like us to animals.
The Fae sometimes are amused by having us around, but only on their terms and IF it amuses/intrigues them.- Just like us to animals.
GUYS, I SENSE A PATTERNâŠ.
-they have arcane social conventions and the punishment for not paying the correct respects right is banishment, if youâre lucky, and death if youâre not.
-they have wild and unexpected parties where youâd least expect to find them, but if youâre bold enough to entertain them theyâll feed you and caress you and play with you all night.
-time runs strangely in their realm. their homes are summerlands: warm and bright, no matter the season. there is always fruit on their tables. but not everyone who comes in from the cold is let back out again. Â
-their games are cruel and complex and unfair, but if you can beat them by their own rules you will access riches beyond imagining.
-sometimes they just fucking fuck with you, the fuckheads.
-they will absolutely steal your children away. when your children returnâ if they ever doâ they will come back strange. they will have magic earrings or necklaces or bracelets. they will know things they shouldnât. they wonât know things that they should. your strange children might survive, might even prosper, might take wives and husbands and have children of their own. but they will always be marked by their time away from your world.
-the price for pissing them off is always death. sometimes just you. sometimes your whole community.Â
-if you are very good, and very smart, and very brave, they will grant your wish.
This actually provides a good explanation for why you have such inconsistency about whether their wish granting is benign or perversely twisted. They canât fully understand you or your attempts to communicate either. They grant wishes the way you would grant a squirrelâs wishes: with lots of guesswork, assumptions, and projection.
And like that trope where they grant a wish perversely and then get mad at you or punish you for being ungrateful? Looks a lot less like utterly asinine unreceptivity to criticism and a lot more like how you might react if you try to help a wild animal and it bites or claws you.
@zamboni-whisperer
iâm quitting college 2 be a point & click adventure game protagonist
Iâm going to walk around saying smart-allack-y remarks about my immediate surroundings to absolutely no one.
Gonna poke everything with all the items I have in my pockets to see what I say for every combination
Gonna walk up to a door, not touch it, and say âItâs Lockedâ to absolutely no one
#oh i already live like this