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ya know how in the crab episode of dances moving BDG has this moment of reflection where he's thinking about this place that he's loved and grown in for so much of his life but it might not be the right fit anymore and he's not sure what to do so he happens to think aloud (while surrounded by people doing the crab) that it might be time for him to leave even if this is the place that he has built so much of himself in
anyway i think i might have to leave my job
The kid next door (talking toddler age) is playing outside and just wiped out in his Fisher Price car, and I just heard the babysitter say, “oh no, your insurance premium is definitely going to go up!” And the kid who had only been mildly sniffling before made the most confused, but startled sound you’ve ever heard.
Just very clearly an attempt at saying, “my what?”
He straight up forgot about his scraped knee and is now worried about whatever the fuck an insurance premium is.
digital selfharm is real. do NOT check up on that ex-partner/ex-friend. do NOT reread those old messages/conversations that you know will hurt your feelings all over again or that will otherwise make you feel like shit. do NOT block evade to see if you’re being talked about. inhale. exhale. let it pass and you’ll be better for it.
Frankly your interest in fellating one of my horns is disgusting. You know these are weapons, right? Would you go down on a sword? Would you suck the tip of a gun? Nevermind, I see that expression you're making. Truly this realm is hopeless if you are supposed to be the one to save it.
surprisingly forward-thinking of jim henson and co. to make a female character in the 70's that's allowed to be loud-mouthed and violent and kind of overwhelmingly romantic and even a huge bitch at times and not have a moment where any character asks her to change
going through all the muppet movies in a row made me realize that like. miss piggy was made in the 70's. and it's so rare even today to have a character like her. she's loud, she's selfish, she's funny, she's extremely vain, she's obsessed with romance, she's violent, she's kind of annoying, and there's not a single moment in any of these films where she's asked to tone down any of these personality traits. i am not joking when i say that miss piggy might be one of the best treated female characters ever written
One aspect of the Savannah Bananas game yesterday that i almost forgot about was one of the players hit a home run and they played a horn that reminded me so much of the Kraken goal horn that my heart physically hurt with how much I miss krockey
i am not immune to a well choreographed fight scene with a fun song in the background
a short au idea where shane goes to visit his girlfriend by surprise because he was on a work trip and when he knocks on her door it takes a while to swing open, and when it finally does he’s face to face with a half-naked man he’s never seen before and his girlfriend appears behind him and turns all apologetic and starts crying when she notices shane at the door and starts saying it’s not what it looks like and begging for forgiveness, but shane just stands there barely listening, only having eyes for the guy who’s leaning against the doorframe looking completely unbothered, smirking like he’s actually enjoying the whole scene, and it makes shane so mad, so he pulls his hand away from his ex’s grip, breaks up with her, and leaves. he goes straight to his car but doesn’t turn the engine on, just leans his forehead against the steering wheel and stays there for like fifteen minutes, until he hears someone knock on his window and looks up and it’s the guy, so he rolls the window down and snaps “what do you want?”and the guy goes “i didn’t know she had a boyfriend” and shane’s like “so what?” and the guy, smirking just like before, goes “if i knew she had a boyfriend who looked like you, i would’ve been chasing you instead of her” and shane’s thinking this situation is absurd (and secretly pleased) and just asks “what the fuck is your problem?” and the guy goes “my problem is that i clearly chose the wrong one, now you can help me correct it, right?” and he winks at shane, who just flips him off, rolls up the window, and drives away. later shane is at a bar telling what happened to his friends when someone slides into the booth next to him and it’s the guy and his friend rose goes “shane, this is ilya, he’s the guy i met at the painting class and was telling you that you two would be great friends” and shane is sitting there horrified and speechless while ilya gives him that same satisfied smirk and goes “oh shane, we’re definitely going to be GREAT friends” and now shane is truly fucked
What if Marlow learned Russian at some point? Like he’s not fluent, or even conversational, but he’s picked up some random words from being Ilya’s line mate for so long. Sometimes when Ilya would say something in Russian, Cliff would ask what it meant, then try to commit the meaning to memory. Ilya when drunk told him that he loved him, and repeated it in Russian several times. Cliff remembers what it sounds like well enough but it doesn’t really come up.
That is until years later when he’s at the Irina Foundation hockey camps when he hears those words again. Ilya said them to Shane, and Shane smiles at him. And that’s the moment Cliff realized why Ilya Rozanov moved to Ottawa
this tiny baby kitten is a MENACE!!
Shout out to the phrase “I’m going to become the joker” for capturing a very specific and real emotion
01/14/2026: we saw you from across the bar and we hate your vibe
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-> listening to a jaunty country style song -> hear the lyrics wrong -> pause. frown. go back a few seconds to relisten -> hears the same fucked up lyrics -> check the actual lyrics to see what it ACTUALLY says
-> oh!
europeans be like “omg north americans are so racist it’s horrible” and then elect fascists
I would like to emphasize that I agree with all of these tags by the way. My post wasn't aiming to pin all of Europe's grotesque racism on the new elections.
A few weeks ago I was at a board game night with some of my old classmates from various mainland European countries. They started talking about how horrible Trump's treatment of immigrants is and how they're so glad to be in Europe where nothing like that is happening right now. I asked them what they thought about the fact that their own governments were complicit in turning the Mediterranean into a mass grave of asylum seekers, and some of them legitimately didn't even know and were surprised to hear that their own governments had enacted policies that caused the deaths of thousands of asylum seekers.
Even here in Iceland, almost nobody has been talking about the fact that some of the far right populist parties have legitimately been talking about wanting to establish detainment camps to keep asylum seekers in.
Additional readings:
Greece suspends asylum applications for migrants from North Africa by Laura Gozzi (BBC).
Greece passes draconian legislation with prison terms for rejected asylum seekers by Helena Smith (The Guardian).
Greek coastguard threw migrants overboard to their deaths, witnesses say by Lucile Smith and Ben Steele (BBC).
Bill on Detention Centres for Asylum Seekers Published by Jelena Ćirić (Iceland Review).
Italy sends 40 rejected asylum seekers to Albania by Karl Sexton (DW).
Record number of migrants, refugees reached Canary Islands by sea in 2024 (Al Jazeera).
Portuguese government announces major migrant expulsion plan by ANSA (InfoMigrants).
This post is a few months old now, and the bit about Iceland is now outdated, because Alþingi (the Icelandic parliament) passed the bill approving the detention center for asylum seekers. It will be legal to handcuff and detain children there.
Never let anyone from Europe feed you the lie that racism and fascism are unique to North America in the 21st century.
This post made racists angry enough to harass me over it, which all that's going to do is make me bring this post back and reblog it more.
Okay, I gotta say this nuance aloud, though maybe everyone already understood it.
When people discuss the importance of using things, such as special plates, candles, special clothes- they will say that it's best to use them all the time, and that this makes each day special or something like that.
Which is only part of the picture if you ask me.
It's good not to hoard things forever, but if you use everything all the time, it also leaves certain special times as kind of indistinct from anything else. Like having a Christmas tree up all year kind of takes something away from it.
So here's my rephrasing: special things should have a concrete time of use, not an abstract one.
If you have an outfit you love but have it dedicated to only wear once a year on a specific day? Totally fine! You are using it, and it is contributing something to your life.
If you have plates that you'll only use 'for a special occasion' but haven't touched them in years? Evidently you don't know how to recognize a special occasion and should try and think of more specific qualifiers.
Some nice things make every day special, and others make certain times unique. It doesn't have to be one or the other, there's also joy in restraint. You just have to make sure perfectionism isn't slipping into how you use the ones that are only for some of the time.