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LOOK alright I know I've said some things about the French in the past, BUT.
If they do this I will be singing La Marseillaise in the fucking streets.
Like to charge. Reblog to cast.
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honestly is there anything more CAT than making eye contact WHILE stealing something?
I wonder if this person only puts on perfume before leaving the house and the cat is hiding it to try and stop their person from leaving the house.
Bean went through a phase where she thought hiding the post-crate treats we gave her would mean we didn't have treats to give her, so she wouldn't have to go in the crate because we couldn't leave.
And before you go "Oh my god that's the cutest thing" just hold on:
When Sean was in rehearsals for...some Shakespeare show, he was coming home briefly after work, then gone most of the night for rehearsal. One night when he came home, Bean was so happy, she took one of her crate treats from a hiding place and gave it to him. I fucking cried.
every so often i look at my arm and go "huh. wow. you really got loss.jpg tattoo'd on your body forever" and then proceed to not think about it for months on end
I missed that, is it a subtle abstract version or are you literally going around with a four-panel Ctr Alt Del comic?
minimalist version so i can fuck with stupid hipsters by lying and telling them how deep and meaningful it actually is
I support you
the âthe colonel calls me riza when weâre aloneâ scene is/was.. lifechanging tbh
lest anyone forget this iconique moment
âNow do me a favor and dieâ is such a powerful statement.
one of the unwritten rules of comics is that you donât want to put a speech bubble over a characterâs face, but leave it to Arakawa to know the mood of that scene called for breaking the rules to make that panel layout even stronger.
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What was Rizaâs plan if she was wrong?
âWhen weâre all alone, the Colonel always calls me Riza.â
âNo I donât. What the hell are you talking about, Hawkeye?â
â⊠Sorry, sir. Just checking to see if you were a shape shifter.â
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â⊠Do you want me to call you Riza, lieutenant?â
âShut up, sir.â
as a certified mountain goats girlie iâm here to tell you that weâve done enough circulating of âi hope you die / i hope we both dieâ from no children & now itâs time to circulate these lyrics from you were cool instead
[image description: screenshot of lyrics from You Were Cool, which read:
"I hope you love your life now, like I love mine
I hope the painful memories only flex their power over you a little of the time". /end ID]
why is it always Aurora Borealis and never Aurora Australis though she's beautiful too
I'm serious. look how magnificent they are!!
Aurora Australis in Argentina
Aurora Australis in Australia
The southern lights exist, the south hemisphere exists, we exist.
My relationship with mirrors has been a real rollercoaster over the past year and half or so. Donât get me wrong, I can still absolutely rip my reflection to metaphorical shreds on a bad day. But more often I find myself passing by the mirror and liking what I see more than I ever have before.
Weâre in a better place now, me and reflective surfaces.
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Robin if you somehow see that Iâve reblogged this, I want you to know that your comics affected me deeply when I first started my own path of self discovery, and you are an inspiration to me <3
Thank you! Thatâs very kind of you to say.
It warms my heart to hear that my comics are helpful, truly.
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My favorite pirate joke is âwhy does it take pirates so long to learn the alphabet? Because they spend years at câ not because itâs THAT funny but because itâs a relatively simple joke that nobody ive told it to has ever correctly guessed the punchline for because they all think itâs gonna be a joke about arrrr
Another classic is
âWhy couldnât the pirates play cards? Because the captain was standing on the deck!â
For more hilarious pirate jokes like these go to google and type pirate jokes into the search bar and click search
Sorry for the double reblog I just wanted to let everyone know that I told the first joke to my dad and he hung up on me.
being a manager sucks balls half the time but the cashier kids im in charge of trust me enough to dick around in front of me so ive been keeping a running list of the shit they say that makes me laugh randomly: -"guys, is it cheating if you play fortnite with your ex" [4 seperate others, immediately]: "YES" -"there must be like⊠infinite sentences" -"bro what bro what the fuck bro what's that mean bro why'd you say that bro what" <distraught response to a girl randomly greeting him with 'hey there big boy' in an old timey transatlantic news reporter accent
[a ticket reads that a customer wants their burger cut in half]
-"What the hell why are they so picky??? That's like for kids. That's like something my DAD would-- wait i don't have a dad-- that's like something my MOM would do"
-"BRO WHY ARE YOU CUSSING ME OUT IN SPANISH???" for some reason shouted so loudly that customers still in line all start laughing
-i open the restaurant and notice the kitchen is still kind of dirty and try to glean who closed last night, and i overhear two of the boys talking about yesterdaay
me: "so, you helped in the kitchen last night?"
IMMEDIATELY: "IT WASNT ME I JUST DID THE FRYERS LAST NIGHT"
me: "I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING YET"
i accidentally tripped over a gas line while trying to clean behind the stove and made a loud fear noise and the kid helping me clean the kitchen goes "dude your screams scare me. They remind me of when i accidentally step on my dog's tail"
the Real Adult in charge went to go give someone a break in another store and I'm chilling in ours for a bit and 5 mins one of the girls rushes up to me like "DID YOU KNOW WE HAVE AN ATTIC?"
I did. I have never seen the attic so I go check it out and there's already like three of them up there
me: the fuck are you guys doing???
clerk: they wanna do the grimace challenge up there
one of them has never heard of vampires
update about this one because another coworker wouldnt let it go: he insists he's Heard of them but thought they were, quote, "like, really big bats"
Clerk 1: dude don't mix that isn't it like toxic? What are the chemicals you're not supposed to mix--
me: WHAT'S IN THE SINK.
Clerk 2: We're trying to clean the sink
me: Which cleaners did you MIX
Clerk 3: All of it
me: DRAIN IT.
[one brief emergency explanation about never mixing cleaners and what mustard gas is]
Clerk 1: oh yeah didn't they use that during like world war two
Me: yeah man it's like, a war crime now. It's just such a horrible way to die that we can't use it anymore
Clerk 2: wait fr???
Clerk 3: ohh. What about opium?
Me: ...what?
Clerk 3: like the opium war.
Me:
[one brief emergency explanation about what the opium war was later]
Explained to the two boys helping me in the kitchen why we submerge our lettuce at night to help it keep. They proceed to have a conversation where one is absolutely messing with the other by trying to convince him that both lettuce and reptiles are living things that need to be soaked to survive, and are therefore related. he speaks with so much conviction and just keeps doubling down and the other one just gets increasingly angrier and I'm just trying not to crack up over the fryers
and then the exasperated kid whirls around at me and goes "IS LETTUCE REPTILES???" and I lose my fucking mind
I run this place with one other person who i Do Not Like and the kids are well aware of our stupid restaurant manager beef and love to gossip
They keep moving shit to inconvenient locations and I hate it and keep having to move shit back, then once on my day off they decided to call in help and move my Entire Fucking Kitchen around and I was real fucking pressed about it for like the rest of the week (put off opening the next morning to move all the big ass machines and fryers back my damned self to establish territory or whatever)
A week later one of the really sweet girls who helps me in the kitchen goes "hey I have a confession. me and (other kid) were there while they were moving your kitchen and we knew you'd hate it. I was going to say something"
"Oh no worries, it's not really your responsibility to go between us like that"
"no no, I was going to tell her to at least ask you about it first but then I was like 'hmmm....let's see how this plays out'. for the drama."
"...ok I guess I should probably be mad but that's actually really fucking funny"
today i turned around and saw this
Patroclus, at Achillesâs funeral: I need a moment with him. Everyone else at the funeral: Of course. *leaves* Patroclus, leaning over Achillesâs coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know youâre not dead. Achilles, sitting up in the coffin: Yeah, no shit.
 Hey btw, another worldbuilding thing: You can, and actually should have weird and impractical cultural things. Theyâre not inherently unrealistic, for as long as you address the realistic consequences as well.
 Letâs say youâve got a city where thereâs tame white doves everywhere. Theyâre not pests, theyâre regarded as sacred, holy protectors of the city, and the whole city cares for them and feeds them like theyâre pets. Theyâre so tame because itâs a social taboo to hurt or scare one. Nice pretty doves :)
 Then someone points out that even if theyâre not seen as pests, doesnât having a completely unchecked feral pigeon population - that not only isnât being culled, but actively fed and cared for - mean that there would be bird shit absolutely all over the place?
 A part of you wants to say no, because these are your nice, pretty doves. To explain that thereâs a reason why theyâre not shitting all over the place, maybe theyâre super-intelligent and specifically bred and trained to not shit all over the place. The logistics of how, exactly, could anyone breed and train a flock of feral birds go unaddressed.
 An even worse solution would be to not have those birds, editing them out of the world. No, they spark joy, you canât just toss them out!
 Now, consider: Yes, yes they would, but the city also has an extensive public sanitation service thatâs occupied 90% of the time by cleaning bird shit off of everything. One of the most common last names in the area actually translates to âone who scrapes off dove shitâ, and itâs a highly respected occupation. And thanks to the sheer necessity of constantly regularly cleaning everything, the city enjoys a much higher standard of cleanliness, and less public health issues caused by poor public sanitation.
 The doves do protect the city. By shitting fucking everywhere.
While I absolutely love your idea, I just want to say that you can easily reduce public bird shitting from Pigeons by offering them comfortable lodgings where they can sleep and feed. Sure, you need to clean THOSE, but the pigeons shit a lot less all over town.
The Augsburg concept has one big pigeon house every 500m in which wild pigeons are fed, protected from weather and have nesting opportunities. Cities doing that have WAY less uncontrolled populations (since they can take out eggs if they feel they need reduce the population), way less shit AND a healthy population since itâs easier for veterinarians to notice and get to sick animals.
So Iâd say one can of course still keep your general ideaâŠâŠbut thereâs also those MASSIVE palace-like pidgeon houses and only the most worthy are allowed to enter and directly interact with the pigeons (feed them, heal them, clean their lodgings). One big entrance for the human servants (priests??) and millions of small holes for the pigeons.
In fact, one could potentially turn your idea around IN THE PIDGEONS FAVOR. So your world is like ours and most major cities have a big feral pigeon population. And most of those cities HATE the pigeons and try to fight them and stuff. And they think that pigeon worshipper town is frigging cuckoo. BUT when comparing, then pigeon worshipper town is ridiculously clean and beautiful. No bird shit everywhere, no ruined house facades and statues from erosion through bird poop. Pigeon haters go âhow tf are you so clean, you have birds EVERYWHERE???â and the worshippers shrug and show their little bird temples spread around town that keep their precious birdies AND their town pretty.
I think this is a really good example of how research can greatly improve your worldbuilding! You donât have to be perfectly accurate - it is fantasy after all - but the real world is so much more clever and beautiful than any of us know
advice thatâs stuck with me: you donât have to work inwards to justify a premise (e.g., âhow would it ever be plausible to use snakes as currencyâ) as long as you work outwards in interesting ways from that premise (e.g., âhow would a society that used snakes as currency look different? what would they use for wallets?â)
Wait, did you choose snakes specifically as a reference to that time when people literally used snakes as currency, or what is a random example?
Sorry, that time what
The Shadow Of Mount Rainier Causing A Gap In The Sunset.
Wrong: Darkness Beam Attack!!!!!!!!!!!!!1