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ghostlyarchaeologist

Leverage: Redemption S03E10 The Side Job.

Bonus meme:

amygdalae

still fucks me up what a bad rap coyotes get in peoples eyes. like ive talked to people who see em as like. gross pests who should be culled. theyre literally just as cool as wolves just a lil smaller and less confident. i love them with all my heart to balance out all the coyote haters out there, coyotes rule theyre doing great

amygdalae

imagine having hatred in your heart for this beast

amygdalae

this post was so fucking funny I literally was just like “I like coyotes I think they’re cool” and so many people fucking hated it. Shut up I’m trying. To enjoy animal

radwolf76

They do so much neat stuff, like go to Quiznos

And ride public transport

norton7

I love them even knowing it means my puppy can NEVER be left alone in the backyard.

Slithering snake

Astronauts are so funny man. Here's just a couple of things I've found hilarious from this past week of space stuff:

It's probably already been spread around here enough already, but in case anyone's missed it; 7 hours after launch, commander Reid Wiseman, dealing with tech issues, uttered the generational quote "I have two Microsoft Outlooks and neither one of those are working."

After fixing the issues that were afflicting the onboard toilet, mission specialist Christina Koch (who has quickly become my favourite of the four) laughingly said “I’m the space plumber, I’m proud to call myself the space plumber.”

On Easter Sunday, the Artemis II crew hosted a makeshift egg hunt, by hiding packets of dehydrated scrambled eggs around their Orion capsule.

The way the crew always makes sure to make it very clear they're in space when doing interviews. From stuff like Wiseman just hanging out floating sideways on screen or Koch letting her hair loose so it can freely span out flowing around her.

While in transit, the crew decided to record a parody of those bad 80s sitcom intros where everyone turns and smiles at the camera.

When the crew reached the furthest point from Earth in the mission, they jokingly clambored over each other in an effort to get to the far side of the capsule, so that they could individually claim to be the furthest person from earth.

At the same time, on the ISS which was at the time on the other side of earth, the 7 astronauts onboard had a light-hearted race to the far side of the station, making jokes about being the furthest humans from Artemis.

On the way back to earth, NASA actually managed to establish an audio call between the crews of the ISS and Artemis II (where they shared the above info), and Koch called one member of the ISS crew, Jessica Meir, her "astro-sister" as the two of them previously spacewalker together in 2019. Meir then responded I'm so happy that we are back in space together, even if we are a few miles apart" (a few here being 230,000).

While Jeremy Hansen was doing an interview, Wiseman and Koch were just in the background swatting the mission mascot (a little moon plush toy named Rise) back and forth between each other.

stuft

naamahdarling

Even better, the comments to this Twitter post were an absolute FIRESTORM of mostly dudes explaining to her that dials can’t only have 2 positions (not true) and that it wasn’t a very good piece (not true) that she was being disrespectful to her teacher (don’t care) and that it was a sign of her stupidity/rabid feminism/intellectual laziness/misandry/etc. that she couldn’t see any “middle ground.” It became, in its way, a performance piece. I was absolutely mesmerised, even as I wished I could cock-punch people through the internet.

warpcoreejector

Personally I hope that knob goes to 11 and stays there.

dragonheartftherpays

“Dials can’t have only 2 positions” is also missing the point. Even if it doesn’t have only 2 positions, the point stands that getting less of/farther away from “raging feminist” requires getting more of/closer to “complicit in my own dehumanization.” You should always be at 0% having to be complicit in your own dehumanization.

thesassycat

You can only reblog this today.

askjennaflorida

I missed my chance last year. Not gonna let it happen again

becausebirds

NHL webcam gets a surprise guest.

rockmusicfeedsmysoul

Unmute this pls

yourweeaboobs

PLEASE UNMUTE THIS IM FUCKING DYIGN

kismoss-deactivated20260201

"Show me," she finds herself saying before she can think better of it.

He freezes, jaws twitching in surprise. "Commander?" His tone is careful, he’s not entirely certain what she’s asking.

"Show me what you see through your scope. How you choose your shots." She's not sure why it suddenly feels vital to understand this part of him, this merge of metal and mathematics. "Teach me your precision."

Garrus studies her for a long moment, then nods. "Grab your gear. But fair warning—I'm a demanding instructor."

They spend one hour on the range deck, Garrus adjusting her grip micro-increments at a time, his keel pressed against her back as he demonstrates proper breathing technique. She learns that he counts breaths, though his are sync to a different rhythm than human ones. Learns that turian eye structure means he sees slight variations in light wavelength that she never will. Learns that his hand on her shoulder, steadying her stance, is the most natural thing in the world.

"Precision isn't just about the shot," he murmurs, close enough that his breath stirs her hair. "It's about knowing yourself. Every tremor, every inhale. You have to become the constant in the equation."

Shepard focuses on the target, trying to see it the way he does—not as a destination for the bullet, but as an inevitability. An outcome already written in the space between heartbeats. His presence behind her is not at all distracting. It feels like restoring perfect balance. Like finding true north.

She takes the shot. Clean through the center mass of the target. Not quite his level of mastery, but close. His approving hum sends warmth spreading through her chest.

"Not bad, Shepard." His hands linger a moment before withdrawing. "Though you might want to work on that breathing pattern. Noticed a slight hitch right before you pulled the trigger."

"Occupational hazard," she manages, not quite looking at him. Not quite admitting why her breath caught.

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