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The first time I watched Knives Out, I was in nursing school & wondered what I’d think about it when I was a nurse. Now I’m five years into my nursing career, plus with plenty of time in the home health speciality like Marta, and watched the movie again a few nights ago. My overall feelings about the nursing are actually about the same: I could quibble about details but overall the vibe feels right. She feels emotionally authentic. She feels like a nurse. She should have maybe done a respiratory assessment. But also that old man was absolutely so hyped to concoct a mystery. Absolutely jazzed to slit his own throat. Not a good partner in his own care. Patient who definitely wouldn’t use the call light appropriately.

andhumanslovedstories

And god can you imagine dealing with his family

andhumanslovedstories

You know that hospitalist note starts with something painfully diplomatic that just screams you will be walking into a war zone. “Harlan is an energetic and pleasant 85 year old gentleman with very engaged family support network actively involved in care”

foldingfittedsheets

My betrothed is DMing and they said we see a “house on a fluffy hill.”

I started vibrating with excitement. The rest of the players were not suspicious.

Our warlocks imp started approaching and tried to enter the cabin and I started whisper chanting, “Baba yaga, baba yaga!”

A giant chicken reared it’s head and promptly ate the imp.

My betrothed then rolled out a photo they made of this baba yaga hut, which was just a chicken with an MS paint cabin on its back.

I’m so stoked to be marrying this person.

aorryn47

My magnum opus.

foldingfittedsheets

A fucking masterpiece. I proposed we tangle up the chickens feet like it’s an AT-AT, and it’s going pretty well.

foldingfittedsheets

Oh my god the chicken has a pecking attack, which we expected, and a raking attack with its claws, and THE CABIN ATTACKED BY FLINGING A TILE. THE CABIN ATTACKED US.

foldingfittedsheets

So our warlock just wanted us to roast this chicken and my rogue really didn’t want to kill it. It was gargantuan but just as stupid as a normal chicken. We learned from our fae werewolf NPC that these are native to the fae wilds and naturally grow houses on their backs so it’s part of the animal.

So our ranger fed it good berries with Sanctuary protecting him while my rogue ran around tying up its feet.

Once we had toppled it we struggled against its Feather Fluffing to enter the cabin. It shot house tiles at us, but the warlock, ranger, and rogue all made it inside while the werewolf fighter held the rope to keep it down and our paladin hid in the trees.

We got what we came for and left in peace. Goodbye baba yaga chicken hut, I loved you.

Edit to add: I was questioning why the lich we were fighting would have a tower that has a pocket dimension with a fae chicken for a bedroom and they were like, “It’s a fancy room and he doesn’t have to heat it because the chicken keeps it warm!”

foldingfittedsheets

The party ended up latching onto this chicken to an extreme degree. She’s been named Garlic. We needed to figure out how to transfer ownership from the lich we killed to us.

So while my rogue went to gather up party members we left recuperating the paladin, ranger, and warlock decided to try to impersonate the lich and transfer ownership.

They dressed the paladin as the defeated lich and then he cast Alter Self to appear to be the lich and convince the chicken he was selling her.

But then my rogue came up and was like holy shit the lich is back and shot the paladin and the other characters got mad but I was like she literally wasn’t here for this plan and it’s a lich of course she shoots!

Eventually this plan succeeded and we got the chicken to accept the warlock as her new owner.

We spent an entire session trying to figure out how to get the chicken out of the tower. She’s our giant fucking chicken now.

somecutething

Dolphins doing cartwheels with an aquarium guest.

(via Ant.Giovanni)

luidilovins

I'm loving this new trend of people going to zoos and participating in animal enrichment. We use to observe large exotic animals for our entertainment, but the fact is that we are now trying to make ourselves equally as entertaining for them. It's interactive, completely parpicipatory and I would argue that eventually someone's gonna come up with something new enough that it expland ethologists understanding about how some animals think, problem solve, communicate and feel and I think its fantastic.

urbanfantasyinspiration

Human: play?

Aquatic creature from an entirely different branch of the animal tree: play!

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bunniboiz

"it's ok to show (x) in fiction as long as the bad guy gets punished!" the bad guy doesn't have to get punished. in fact the bad guy can win altogether. the bad guy can entirely get away with it. hope this helps

bunniboiz

and this part might make some people's head explode but: characters can be written to forgive things you personally wouldn't ever forgive. not everything is written as what you'd perceive to be the right choice. not everything is a self-insert & protagonists don't have to be relatable.

dhaaruni

This is very good

gaydhros

hey do you guys ever think about what it was like to be finrod during the dagor bragollac. the flames coming so suddenly, without any warning, destroying every living thing in their path. riding north as fast as you can with your army in the midst of the chaos and confusion. the horror of a landscape burning down around you. walls of fire rising up, enemies everywhere you turn, all closing in to cut you off from your men. knowing in your bones that you're about to die or be taken. hoping against hope that somewhere, somehow, the people you love have managed to get themselves to safety. and then, by some miracle, you survive. you owe your life to this descendent of your long-dead friend, this man who arrived unlooked for and saved you against every odd. and so you retreat. you have to; there's nothing left to save, nothing left for you to do except try to keep living, and so you return to your delved halls, safe when so many still aren't. eventually the flames recede and the last sparks die, and they reveal a land of utter ruin, ash and devastation, bodies charred beyond recognition. in the confusion it's impossible to know who survived and who didn't, which lands stood and which fell. until at last the smoke clears and the dead are counted as best they can be, and you finally learn for certain that the thing you feared the most, this terrible truth that you've been trying so hard not to face, can be avoided no longer: they're gone. both of them. your brothers are dead, just like that, taken from you in one fell swoop. their lands— so much closer to angband's might, so much more vulnerable than your own— burned around them, and the enemy swarmed, and the flames rose to swallow them, and you weren't there. anyway do you guys ever think about that

pollkien

I actually do not dip into the LOTR side of the fandom that much so who is your favorite member of the fellowship

Frodo

Sam

Pippin

Merry

Aragorn

Gimli

Legolas

Gandalf

Boromir

Remaining time: 3 days 6 hours

rubysapphrald

i feel so defensive and protective of people with ARFID like if i had a disorder that made my brain register 90% of food as poison for no reason and i had a bazillion people on the internet constantly calling me a manchild who needs to just grow up and stop being a picky eater i would start killing people

rubysapphrald

people with ARFID and people with very few autism safe foods and people with contamination OCD and people in ED recovery and everyone else with a complicated relationship with food that no one takes seriously GET BEHIND ME!!!!!!!

arofili

this is a fingon appreciation post, reblog to appreciate fingon

jewfrogs

falling asleep during the day: slipping away on a clouds so easy

falling asleep at night: I heard an ant gasp downstairs

gatheringbones

tbh a lot of my advice boils down to “hey you know that terrible horrible looming thing you’re doing your best to avoid and distract and escape as much as possible but no matter what you do it just keeps looming and looming and ruining your life”

“just, fuckign, run straight at it screaming.”

quasarkisses

i needed this as a background

spectrexviiii

doriangraysrockcollection

fantasy: Vetinari is so smart and cunning and has everything perfectly under his control

reality:

tjalexandernyc

I went to my local wine shop, purchased a mid range bottle of champagne, put it on the top shelf of the fridge to chill, and will open it when it happens. And every day I open the fridge and see that bottle I will remember it might happen today, or it might not. But it will definitely happen some day.

finnglas

In my fridge, in the door, is a bottle of the same bubbly my sister in law bought my spouse and me for our wedding. It’s queer branded, wrapped in a rainbow, and it is For The Occasion. Sometimes I touch the bottle and hope really, really hard.

adelphicoracle

Every time I go through the wine shop at the local fancy grocery I eyeball the champagne. Hard.

I don’t have my Bottle For The Occasion yet, but I am inspired by your excellent examples, and will go ahead and procure one.

finnglas

And I’d like to add, because I am always conscious that some people do not partake of the spirits, that if you are looking for a non-alcoholic alternative to champagne that still feels fancy, Martinelli’s sparkling juice is delicious and comes in very pretty bottles and looks good in a champagne flute.

tjalexandernyc

and your thing doesn't have to be a drink of any kind at ALL you can have some nice thing you're waiting to crack open to celebrate when it happens, whatever totem you want. it's just nice to have a physical reminder around the house that death comes for us all you know?