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Silence in the... warehouse?
So the vashta nerada in "Silence in the Library" were creatures that lived in forests and hatched in wood. Surviving even when trees were processed.
But what if the forest lumber wasn't used for books. What if that same contaminated wood was shipped to earth and used for cardboard?
Someone should write this fic...
In the Amazon packaging plant. Count the shadows. Beware the hungry dead.
There’s a lot of excellent examples of the difference between a million and a billion, but here’s my new personal favorite from a conversation I had today:
A million minutes ago was April 2021, the height of the COVID pandemic.
A billion minutes ago was November 121 CE, the height of the Roman Empire.
as of today (6/30/2025) this post was made over 1.2 million minutes ago. a billion minutes ago was still the height of the roman empire
i love reading the text posts on here that are like little windows into everyones lives. someones having coffee. someones waiting for the bus. someones buying their friend a gift. someone's crying, someone's laughing. someones going to bed
it feels like
I learned to make coffee.
It sounds like such a small thing. Something people do all their lives. Something people do so much that they developed new fancier ways to do it so they never get bored.
I hate coffee. So I never learned how to make it. I didn't care for the difference between a dark roast and a blonde. It all tasted the same.
But my boyfriend loves it. It brightens his day. Hands caressing his warm mug, delighting at that first sip like Christmas morning. Joy that's infectious.
I love that smile. The spark and immediate gratitude when I help. He shares his joy with me even though I don't drink a drop.
So I learned how to make coffee. French press, fresh ground, 2 minute steep, and then tons of sweet creamer in the mug just how he likes it.
Just so I can see him smile.
Yunnan, 150 BCE
tgis is so fucking funny to me. they accidentally Rock Lee'd a retired racehorse
imagine youre a fat horse and your new neighbour is a personal trainer
4800 players, Beethoven’s 9th Symphony Speedrun
its not even music anymore it’s just a shockwave that kills you instantly
reblog this to beethoven blast your enemies
getting big 45 minute vibes from this 15 minute recipe
Just wanted to share some shockingly good news in these difficult times. The full article is really worth reading. [Find it here]
I really want people to pay attention to how this was achieved because it sure as hell wasn't by meeting them halfway on policy but it also wasn't by seeing everyone who has ever been on The Wrong Side as fundamentally a bigot, incapable of change and a problem solveable only by Getting Rid Of Them through unspecified means.
It wasn't just one speech either. It was Zooey Zephyr and SJ Howell existing alongside these republicans, being their coworkers, interacting constructively with them day to day as trans people with emphasis on the people. As Zooey Zephyr said:
“Howell & I have built solid relationships with Republicans and those relationships change hearts, minds, and (eventually) votes. It is painful, grueling work. But it makes a difference.”
What, the forest-dwelling entities with imperfect human mimicry who insinuate themselves into groups of hikers? Yeah, we had one of those. Clocked it immediately, of course. Honestly it kind of fell in that so-inept-it's-kind-of-charming range. We just played along until it'd had it's fill of marshmallows and shambled back into the treeline. We might have been violating some kind of killjoy wildlife contact best practices but what the hell, can't plan around every little thing. Why, what happened to you guys
these tags are gold omg
It's a misconception that the mimics are hunting humans when they trail along at the back of hiking groups.
In fact, the creature you'll find suddenly walking beside you and acting as if they've always been there is almost certainly a juvenile, as the adults lose the ability when they reach reproductive age.
Recent studies suggest the forest mimic is less like a preying mantis (mimicry as a hunting strategy) and more like a cuckoo (mimicry as a protective strategy for their young). Adult forest mimics will leave their offspring near a group of hikers while they forage during the day, and retrieve them near trailheads in the evening. Groups of hikers provide safety from predators and allow the parents of the species the freedom to forage more widely.
For this reason, the traditional advice to never let a mimic into your vehicle is still very important, as this would separate the young mimic from its mother. If a juvenile forest mimic does follow your group to the parking lot, you can keep it entertained with trail snacks, dad jokes, and simple goofs. The mother will usually collect them shortly before sunset.
When you notice the woods around the trailhead go silent and feel a sense of nameless foreboding, find an excuse to avert your attention from the juvenile so it can sneak back into the forest to rejoin its mother, convinced it's fooled another party of unsuspecting humans.
surprisingly wholesome takes from the cryptid community here
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Behind the Scenes of Wild Blue Yonder - Part Three
Excerpt from Benjamin Cook's article on Bernard Cribbins in DWM #598
It’s a crisp Monday morning in Camden Market, and all is OK with the world. Because it’s 16 May 2022 and, just for one day, Bernard Cribbins is back on Doctor Who. “Wilfred Mott! Now I feel better,” declares the Doctor, stepping out of the blue police box parked up on the cobbles. “Now nothing is wrong. Nothing in the whole wide world. Hello, my old soldier.” A pause. “Shall I give you a hug,” asks David Tennant, “before I say, ‘Hello, my old soldier’?” “Yeah, why not,” replies Bernard, sat in his wheelchair, centre stage, framed against the iconic TARDIS. “Give us a cuddle!” Clad in Wilf’s cozy brown coat and flat cap, Bernard is rehearsing the final, climactic scene of Wild Blue Yonder, the second of Doctor Who’s three 60th Anniversary Specials, alongside David Tennant and Catherine Tate. None of them knows it, but this will be Bernard’s last working day in a TV, film and theatre career that spans almost 80 years (he started work aged 14, at Oldham Rep in January 1943). It’ll also be Wilf’s final bow. “I never thought I’d see you again,” he tells the Doctor, welling up. “After all these years. Oh, Doctor, that lovely face.” A chuckle. “It’s like springtime… Is it David’s face I’m looking at?” queries Bernard. “Yes, you haven’t seen him in years,” the director, Tom Kingsley, jumps in, “and you could not be happier. You’re playing it just right, Bernard.” “Well,” says Bernard, “no acting required.” He’s genuinely delighted to be reunited with his Doctor Who co-stars, for the first time, on screen, in 13 years. “And that is just materialising, is it? – that thing?” he asks of the TARDIS. “Wilf’s been here, waiting?” “That’s right,” says Tom.
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Thank you to everyone who shared filming photos!
My youngest son is 10 and he has a plush monkey named George. George is his husband, yes they had a wedding, and yes I filmed it. It was a couple years ago now.
Then just the other week his Grandparents got him a plush triceratops. He immediately loved it and named it his son.
The other night I said to him, "So you're a little boy, and George is a monkey... But your son. He's a dinosaur."
He made a point of covering his triceratops' ears before whispering to me, quite seriously, "He's adopted. But we haven't told him yet. We're waiting until he's older."
I also like it when they're like hey what's up or something personal/natural instead of the welcome to wherever how can I serve you bit.
I also like it when they are sitting down or listening to music they clearly enjoy
There is something so nourishing about walking into a place of business and immediately thinking "huh, I wouldn't have guessed this place would be playing this kind of music" only to see an employee absolutely head-banging along because today is their day to pick the CD and they are living
Despite what capitalists might think, I do not want to roleplay being royalty in the presence of slaves when I seek professional assistance in obtaining my basic human needs.
im having feelings about the uffington white horse again
so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.
people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.
we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.
the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?
couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now
If I found a symbol carved into a hillside and carefully maintained by its creators, then continually maintained by every following generation until no one could really tell when or why it all got started...
Well, I start thinking of sigils. You know, the kind that keep things contained. Bad things. And judging from the size of that hill?
Very very BIG bad things.
So call it a funny tradition, call it a heritage act, call it a f*cking festival and make it a holiday. But for all that is sacred
KEEP THE HORSE ON THE HILLSIDE.
Just to be safe.