i hear the wind across the plain a sound so strong, that calls my name
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i hear the wind across the plain a sound so strong, that calls my name
Hear me out: Untitled Goose Game in Ankh-Morpork…
Think of all the mayhem you could create.
(I really really want so bad this game/DLC to exist. So much potential. @house_house_ call me (or, better, call the Pratchetts)) Next drawing: the Post!
lets be pointy with mama
There's more:
hadal ‘love language' robe
Embroidered onto the sleeve is an Arabic love poem by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish. It reads: قالوا: تموت بها حبـاًً، فقلـت لهـم ألا اذكروها علـى قبـري فتحيينـي English translation: They asked “Do you love her to death?” I said “Speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life.” All proceeds from Hadal’s ‘Love Language’ pieces will be donated to Palestinian aid organisations.
Yea, for I was copying the Bible. And it came to pass that I wrote "gaudium", or joy, when the intended word was "gladium" or sword. And all of the other monks did mock me with cruel words and jests. And when I did recite the Scripture at dinner, I coughed, and Brother Abelard did ask if I had meant to say "gaudium". And on the way to the dormitories I did tell of my encounter with the fearsome black hen of Cheshire, and Brother William asketh of me why I had not slain it with my gladium. And so it came to pass that I took a vow of silence and ceased to speak with all worldly men. Amen.
don’t piss me off. you don’t know who you are messing with.
Southern pudu (Pudu puda). This one is a fawn!
now you know who you are messing with
“Uprisings and revolutions are often considered to be spontaneous, but less visible long-term organizing and groundwork - or underground work - often laid the foundation.”
My twin got me a signed copy of Hope in the Dark by Rebecca Solnit for our birthday, and it’s been a comforting read this winter break.
A weight in your chest
Kiki Smith, Constellation, 1996
[IDs: three photos - two close ups and one wide shot - of an art installation that comprises of glass sculptures of animals and many pointed starbursts on sheets of dark blue fabric cut and arranged into a large circle over a wooden floor. The first image shows a detail shot of a glass scorpion and two glass bears resting on the dark blue fabric with stars strewn around them. They are also surrounded by little dark dots. In the second image sits a rabbit and what might be a small sheep, with some stars to their right, as well as clumps of the dark dots. The glass of these creatures is highlighted white with light, and shaded in the curves of the smooth glass with the blue background of the fabric. The third photo is from far back, showing the entire scene of various animals and stars arranged on the blue circle. /end IDs.]
actually bouncing off this post:
alternate scenario where the rebels continue to think the whole thing is a wacky coincidence and that Darth Vader has mistaken Luke for his actual long-lost son
decide this is too good an opportunity to pass up, send Luke in as an undercover agent
Luke ''''pretending'''' to be Darth Vader's son and faking going along w Vader's attempts to turn him to the dark side like yeah i love anger & hate let's do this. can you show me how you do that move where you throw people in the air with your brain.
he is secretly feeding information back to the rebellion all the time constantly
a number of Vader's underlings are pretty sure Luke is a rebel spy but everyone is too afraid of Vader to argue with him on it
Vader meanwhile is desperately trying to train Luke while keeping Palpatine from finding out his son is still alive. Luke wanders in while he's mid imperial conference call and gets tackled to the ground.
after a couple of months Vader decides Luke has had enough training for the 'we should kill the emperor and rule the galaxy together' speech
Luke (who has in a weird way kind of got to like Vader at this point) radioing the rebellion like guys call me crazy but i think we might be able to get this guy on side
Luke: okay dad hear me out. I reach out to the rebellion and tell them I've changed my mind and I wanna start working with them again. we enlist their help to take down the emperor. what do you think?
Vader: and then we rule the galaxy together as father and son?
Luke: sure
Vader: very duplicitous. i like it. once the emperor is dead we will of course crush the rebellion so we can reign unopposed.
Luke: well we can talk about that closer to the time
suspicious imperial officers swiping a sample of Luke's DNA like okay let's see who Vader's ''''''long lost son''''' really is
and then looking at the results like well. shit.
Luke is low-levelling panicking the whole time in case Darth Vader's real lost son shows up
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A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.
Dog toy plushies have fundamentally different souls than that of regular plushies. Unlike regular plushies, which are content with just existing (and just go to regular heaven when they get destroyed and don’t mind being resurrected), dog toys seek Valhalla. This is why you don’t need to feel bad when your dog/cat/especially strong bird rips it to shreds, because this was the warriors death they were seeking all their life