[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Finding Her Ring → Picking Out Her Engagement Ring

[catasters]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Morgadec + Favorite Moments Per Season : Season 1

[timothyslucy]

"i-i hear you but listen. it doesn't matter, ok? and this is gonna sound cold-blooded, but in the moment martin carpio was a homicidal maniac about to drive a linoleum knife through your chest. if you hadn't acted... i was gonna spend the last couple of weeks picking out a coffin and putting your body in the ground. and i know this is complicated for you, but for me it is very simple. you're alive because you did what you had to do to stay that way."

[not-so-rosyyy]

[1] SPIDER-MAN whisking MJ away from the mob in No Way Home (2021) [2] TOM getting ZENDAYA away from crowding paps and 'graphers in New York (2024)

[acriel]

Ao3: Dear, I'm going to a medical appointment on Friday, could you take care of the children?

Tumblr: Of course, my lovely. How long? One hour, two hours?

Ao3 : Actually... Probably most of the day. The doctor estimated it at 20 hours.

Tumblr: 20 HOURS?!!!

Ao3: It could be less! But, yes. 20 hours give or take.

Tumblr: Must you ?

Ao3: Would you rather have me falling ill and collapsing?

Tumblr: Of course not! But 20 hours... What am I supposed to do with the kids all this time?

Ao3: I don't know, juggling maybe? It seems to be very en vogue nowadays.

[p3arlescent-rose]

Tumblr: You're back already my love.

Ao3: *Blushing* well I didn't want to tell you I'd be back too early or I might've disappointed the kids.

Tumblr: They'll be happy to see you dear.

Ao3: *Being stampeded by said children* Yes, yes they definitely seemed to miss me.

Tumblr: *Watching, amused* They really don't like it when you leave. They've spent all 11 hours and 21 minutes crying to me about it.

Ao3: Well I needed to get my collection tags worked on some time, you must understand they've really been getting on my nerves dear.

Tumblr: Of course my Love.

Ao3: Now come along children, story time.

[geopsych]

Pictures from a September morning at the lake.

[geopsych]

Welcome September!

[everythingfox]

Waiting for his turn

[viralfrog]

[jechristine]

For the Americans—

The palpable anger here is a little soothing. Good writing over at Defector.

What The Fuck Is A "Vaccine Skeptic"? | Defector

At darker moments, contesting this kind of stuff in the wake of the 2024 election—and all the shameless, shameful, unforgivable work the Ame

What is skepticism? In my lifetime as a word-nerd, I have known "skepticism" to refer to a sort of stubborn insistence upon rigor and evidence in place of things like dogma and "common sense." A skeptic, by those terms, is someone who questions what they are told. Crucially, a skeptic actually questions, as in seeks answers. A person who merely refuses to learn what can be known is not a skeptic, but rather an ignoramus; a person who raises questions but does not seek their answers is not a skeptic, but a bullshitter. A person who rejects empirical knowledge, who refuses the answers that exist while requesting ones more to their liking that flatter their preference for unfounded contrarian gibberish and conspiratorial paranoia, is not a skeptic. They're the exact opposite of that: a mark. A sucker. A credulous boob.

[…]

At any rate, "vaccine skeptic" certainly is nicer and less contentious than calling Kennedy a motivated bullshitter, a peddler of antiscientific garbage, the type of dogshit-brained imbecile who will stiff-arm all that can be learned from centuries of medical research and practice because he preferred what he learned from a 25-second TikTok video made by a spiral-eyed homeschool casualty who'll be hospitalized next month with an illness that hasn't sickened a human being since the Bronze Age.

[…]

So much of what has brought us all to this unutterably bleak moment in American history—with eradicated diseases on the rise, the biosphere sweltering to death, a 34-times-convicted felon and twice-impeached rapist and bigot swept back into the presidency on a promise to exacerbate the real problems and fix the imaginary ones, all the levers of power in the hands of a tiny number of giddy sneering fascists, a shattered society eagerly transforming what's left of itself into a casino—seems crystallized in the decision to call a guy who thinks vaccines make your organs transparent a "vaccine skeptic," in an article about how he'll pretty soon be taking over what remains of the United States's woefully degraded public health apparatus. Wimpy deference to sneering bad actors and moneyed crackpots; slovenly ignorance and poisonous half-literacy; reflexive retconning of whoever and whatever attains power into the established forms of seriousness; and the narcotizing glaze of illusory continuity slathered over it all. It all comes together in this, in the cowardly refusal to see reality for what it is and describe it truthfully—to value skepticism, that is to say, and all that it demands.

[nessa007]

[windowsandfeelings]

You simply must read the fully story, which includes a delightful parental twist.

[nosebleedclub]

Tell me a soft memory

[lifeofbrybooks]

My oldest brother is 10 years older than me.

When I was in first grade, he took me shopping for new school clothes — which was huge because, as the youngest of six kids, I lived in hand-me-downs.

He bought me a little navy blue, polka dot dress with a Peter Pan collar and red alphabet buttons. But, on picture day, I lost one of the buttons on the playground. I had a total meltdown because my brother spent his own money to make sure I had this new dress and I ruined it. I was a mess, totally inconsolable.

My teacher was also the mom of one of my brother’s best friends. She told him, and he, my brother and the entire football team searched the playground after practice for my lost button. Which they actually found.

My brother sewed the button back on himself in the car all while trying to explain that he wouldn’t have been mad even if I did lose it.

It was just a button and a dress.

But I did have one of those little red alphabet buttons sewn into my wedding dress.

[hockeyheart]

that last line got me to tears, sobbing

[radiofreederry]

[lordnot]

Yes, such a claim makes him look like a small-minded piece of shit. To us. But we still shouldn't help Musk create revisionist history.

Musk bought Twitter because he fucked around and found out. He wanted to fuck with Twitter's stock price by feigning interest in buying it. Since that's illegal, he was then cornered into actually buying it for an insanely inflated price.

He's a transphobe. He's a bad father. But he's also a fucking idiot.

[gamer-crow-deactivated20250412]

This. Please remember that he committed blatant market manipulation by not disclosing that he owned shares of Twitter when he was fucking with the stock market. The SEC was watching him very closely already, and so when the cost became more than what the entire company was worth, he had no choice. Remember when he had his gaggle of lawyers try to get him out of it by saying Twitter didn't disclose all of the information? That wasn't Twitter, it was him trying desperately to get out of a purchase he didn't want in the first place.

[depsidase]

[thatdykepunkslut]

It's not "everyone" acting like it's normal. The majority of people know something's wrong they just don't have the tools to fix it. Maybe a plurality don't know that the problem is capitalism, they blame it on something else, but they're still aware there's a problem. "Everyone" is just too exhausted from working 4 jobs, 50 hours a week to scream into the void in their spare time.

[anarchistmemedistro]

[artemisiatridentata]

guess I gotta pull out this bad boy again huh

[inthefallofasparrow]

Page of Cups

[uncleromeo]

if you don't do anything else today,

Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.

have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.

and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.

black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.

if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.

This is Juneteenth.

white people CAN interact with this post. share it, spread it.

[i-was-today-years-old-when]

TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)

[goldalarm]

"

In 1933 African American linguist Lorenzo Turner and musicologist Lydia Parish visited Harris Neck and recorded 53-year-old Amelia Dawley singing a song that had been taught to her by her mother.  The song, in a language unknown to Mrs. Dawley, had been passed down in her family from mother to daughter as far back as anyone in Harris Neck could remember.

In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior.  There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time.  Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.

Through a series of amazing and perhaps miraculous events – and lots of hard work – beginning in the late 1980s, anthropologist  Joseph Opala first rediscovered this song and then, with the help of musicologist Cynthia Schmidt and others, traced the song from Senehun Ngola to Harris Neck

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