Oláh Ibolya - Magyarország (2026.05.09.)
Claire Keane

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Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes

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Oláh Ibolya - Magyarország (2026.05.09.)
Please don't go somewhere where I cant follow
fucking sick of my insolent subjects
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Eva and Grace’s dynamic is so important to me. They’re in love platonically. Like, that’s not a common dynamic. She put the way he likes his coffee into the ship’s computer. He follows her around like a puppy. In the book, she cracks jokes with him and him only. She cares about his opinion. He was the only one she asked about the coma gene, wondering if it was worth it.
He’s her best friend, and she doesn’t even know it. They’re so close, that in the book, people think they’re sleeping together, and poor Grace is so confused because he thought that was his platonic work wife, wdym people think we’re sleeping together, that’s my person that I crack jokes with and then she glares at me because they’re not funny.
She’s softer with him than anybody else and is only ever vulnerable around him. We see in the movie, he’s the only one who ever gets her to smile, and sometimes even laugh, and then she serenades all of them, but mainly him, and he stares at her with those big, shiny eyes so lovingly, and she points at him when she sings, “everything’s gonna be alright”, and then she gives him those eyes, so loving.
And then she’s trying to stop herself from crying when she’s sending him away because, against her will, he’s become her person, and somewhere along the way, she’s become his, and they will have forever ended this relationship on bad terms, and nothing can fix that.
It’s a platonic tragedy. It’s a platonic love story. This is something we don’t get often, or, like, ever, and it’s deep and it’s tragic and it’s sad.
But even after, Eva’s still taking care of him. Packing clothes she knew would bring him comfort. Programming the ship to know how he likes his coffee. And Grace is still watching out for her, speaking to her directly in his video logs, with that same lopsided smile he used to throw her way.
He uses Rocky’s sign for goodbye, and she uses it back, and how did this book and movie give us such a deep platonic friendship because, guys, this NEVER HAPPENS.
Eva and Grace, the platonic male/female friendship of all time.
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🎨 Black Karpati [Roan: Karpati (Carpathian) Pattern]
this is the second case ive seen of a black child going missing and then found lynched, what the fuck is going on
Her name is Juliana Nzita.
Hi, my name is Bueia Umba and I am fundraising for Juliana Nzita. It is with deep sorrow… Bueia Umba necesita tu apoyo para Donate in MEMOR
her family’s gofundme!!
hnnngmh fahéjas tejbegríz.....
when i was a little kid for some reason i got hung up on "only women can get pregnant? that's so weird. it just doesn't sound right. why can't men get pregnant too? i bet they can." and then some time later my grandpa was watching tv and there was some sort of sensationalist news about "the world's first pregnant man" (a trans man) (somehow i doubt he was the world's first) and i was like "😌 see i was right. and everyone who said i was wrong was in fact the one who was wrong and uninformed."
anyways moral of the story is it's actually really easy to explain trans people to children
Which creature crawls in its infancy, walks on two legs for the majority of its life barring disability, and often requires a cane to assist with mobility in its old age?
Can YOU solve the Riddle of the Sphinx????
‘The answer is: “A Man”,’ said the Sphinx. ‘Now, don’t put up a fight, please, it releases unpleasant chemicals into the bloodstream.’
Teppic backed away from a slashing paw. ‘Hold on, hold on,’ he said. 'What do you mean, a man?’
'It’s easy,’ said the Sphinx. 'A baby crawls in the morning, stands on both legs at noon, and at evening an old man walks with a stick. Good, isn’t it?’
Teppic bit his lip. 'We’re talking about one day here?’ he said doubtfully.
There was a long, embarrassing silence.
'It’s a wossname, a figure of speech,’ said the Sphinx irritably, making another lunge.
'No, no, look, wait a minute,’ said Teppic. 'I’d like us to be very clear about this, right? I mean, it’s only fair, right?’
'Nothing wrong with the riddle,’ said the Sphinx. 'Damn good riddle. Had that riddle for fifty years, sphinx and cub.’ It thought about this. 'Chick,’ it corrected.
'It’s a good riddle,’ Teppic said soothingly. 'Very deep. Very moving. The whole human condition in a nutshell. But you’ve got to admit, this doesn’t all happen to one individual in one day, does it?’
'Well. No,’ the Sphinx admitted. 'But that is self-evident from the context. An element of dramatic analogy is present in all riddles,’ it added, with the air of one who had heard the phrase a long time ago and rather liked it, although not to the extent of failing to eat the originator.
'Yes, but,’ said Teppic crouching down and brushing a clear space on the damp sand, 'is there internal consistency within the metaphor? Let’s say for example that the average life expectancy is seventy years, okay?’
'Okay,’ said the Sphinx, in the uncertain tones of someone who has let the salesman in and is now regretfully contemplating a future in which they are undoubtedly going to buy life insurance.
'Right. Good. So noon would be age 35, am I right? Now considering that most children can toddle at a year or so, the four legs reference is really unsuitable, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, most of the morning is spent on two legs. According to your analogy’ he paused and did a few calculations with a convenient thighbone- 'only about twenty minutes immediately after 00.00 hours, half an hour tops, is spent on four legs. Am I right? Be fair.’
'Well-’ said the Sphinx.
'By the same token you wouldn’t be using a stick by six p.m. because you’d be only, er, 52,’ said Teppic, scribbling furiously. 'In fact you wouldn’t really be looking at any kind of walking aid until at least half past nine, I think. That’s on the assumption that the entire lifespan takes place over one day which is, I believe I have already pointed out, ridiculous. I’m sorry, it’s basically okay, but it doesn’t work.’
'Well,’ said the Sphinx, but irritably this time, 'I don’t see what I can do about it. I haven’t got any more. It’s the only one I’ve ever needed.’
'You just need to alter it a bit, that’s all.’
'How do you mean?’
'Just make it a bit more realistic.’
'Hmm.’ The Sphinx scratched its mane with a claw.
'Okay,’ it said doubtfully. 'I suppose I could ask: What is it that walks on four legs—’
'Metaphorically speaking,’ said Teppic.
'Four legs, metaphorically speaking,’ the Sphinx agreed, 'for about—’
'Twenty minutes, I think we agreed.’
'Okay, fine, twenty minutes in the morning, on two legs—‘
'But I think calling it in “the morning” is stretching it a bit,’ said Teppic. 'It’s just after midnight. I mean, technically it’s the morning, but in a very real sense it’s still last night, what do you think?’
A look of glazed panic crossed the Sphinx’s face.
'What do you think?’ it managed.
'Let’s just see where we’ve got to, shall we? What, metaphorically speaking, walks on four legs just after midnight, on two legs for most of the day—’
'Barring accidents,’ said the Sphinx, pathetically eager to show that it was making a contribution.
'Fine, on two legs barring accidents, until at least suppertime, when it walks with three legs—’
'I’ve known people use two walking sticks,’ said the Sphinx helpfully.
'Okay. How about: when it continues to walk on two legs or with any prosthetic aids of its choice?’
The Sphinx gave this some consideration.
'Ye-ess,’ it said gravely. 'That seems to fit all eventualities.’
—Pyramids, Terry Pratchett
imagine someone thinking of you and buying you flowers
ok now imagine a horse as a skeleton with a blue fire mane
the horse ! It’s bringing you flowers !
Reblogging this manually. Op doesn't want credit for fear of being terminated.
Most unserious animal
“Last night I photographed a Barn Owl hovering above prey at a local farm where I have been baiting them for some time, I did attempt this last winter but failed due to the lens misting, still a work in progress” ~ Roy Rimmer
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