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girasolreves · 11 months
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Air Quality is 261 now. It was 163 a few hours ago.
Update: it’s 311 now.
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might have to stay inside for real. NY really looked like Roger Deakins was aiming for another Oscar.
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Abbott Elementary + Onion Headlines
Part I - Part II
Bonus Barbara + Melissa during Sick Day (don’t take this too seriously, it’s a joke of a joke):
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i have no excuses, i’ve fallen back into the pokemon fandom
so have liyue’s champion and snezhnaya’s water gym leader
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arkunder · 7 months
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I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but… all of Dans love interests were really cute and deserve more fanart! There I said it.
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greghatecrimes · 9 months
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A recent addition to this fic/AU as it’s slowly being written:
The property that House and Wilson’s ‘farmhouse’ is on is a frequent hunting ground of many local stray cats. The cats love to greet Wilson (whether by rubbing up against him or just walking near him) when they see him, so Wilson starts leaving food out for them in return. There’s five or six ‘regulars’ that individually stop by at different times during the day/week.
After Wilson dies, House finds it hard to continue Wilson’s habit of feeding the cats. He does it when he has the energy to get around to it (which isn’t often, since the entire thing reminds him of Wilson, after all), but he’s nowhere near consistent with it. Still, the cats keep coming, even when Wilson is no longer around. After House brings Thirteen to his place, she ends up taking up the torch of leaving food out for the cats on her own, without being asked or knowing that it was something Wilson did.
Eventually, Thirteen mentions the cats to House. She finds out that they’ve been around for a while, are fairly fond of House (for the most part, even if House pretends not to be fond of them), and that House and Wilson even gave them names. The cats are as follows:
Robbie, a fluffy golden cat that’s bigger than the others, highly affectionate, and was the first to approach Wilson;
Remy, a willowy, clever, and slightly elusive brown tabby;
Foreman, a disgruntled gray cat that looks about two seconds away from committing murder at any given moment, and who will swat at House if he gets too close;
Foster, a playful young tuxedo who is the reason why there’s a basket full of cat toys, mainly purchased by Wilson, on the front porch (his full name is Lawrence, but he is only ever called by his nickname);
and finally, a tortoiseshell with piercing blue eyes that watches House with a startling level of awareness and responds to “Cutthroat Bitch”.
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larsnicklas · 3 months
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also i just want to say the people on twt complaining about how the draft was bad because it was corny are fundamentally missing the point of an asg fantasy draft. the draft wasn't bad bc it was corny the draft was bad because it wasn't corny ENOUGH and also because of david a.mber
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h0ttie2000s · 1 year
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𝔪𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔟𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱♡o。.✿ฺ。
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youareunbearable · 8 months
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By the good grace of Brennan Lee Mulligan I give thee this idea to play with and contemplate
Think of Feanor, if you will. Prideful, Villainous, who burns and rages and consumes and destroys and is as fleeting and lasting as his namesake, lingering like a warmth in the bones of the story after a campfire is dozed.
But just as fire is destructive, its also beneficial, needed in many cases to allow new growth to sprout forth from the ashes of those the Flames had consumed, and in turn sacrificed itself for these new sprouts.
Picture Feanor. Feanor who, in the halls, watches all the events of the First Age and seethes. He sees the so called Gods, the Valar, those who promised his father and that generation peace and prosperity and everlasting life in paradise then did nothing to uphold those promises once they came under question, he watches those very beings do NOTHING for his children, his little sprouts. He sees his eldest tortured for 30 years, only saved by the prayers and blessings of his half-nephew. 30 years Maedhros spent begging, pleading, every moment he spent away from the attentions of Melkor or Sauron in supplication to the Valar in hopes that he may be gifted death. Ignored, tossed aside like trash if it were for Nolofinwe's spawn.
His Second Son, tortured by the weight of the Music, the Song of Creation, in his heart and ears and forced to lament his crimes forevermore. Forever separated from his family, forever an ocean away, forever reminded of his guilt and crimes.
His Third, Fourth, and Fifth sons, deemed nothing more than villains, criminals and boogeymen, tales to be told to scare mortal children into staying in their beds at night. Cold blooded killers, snakes in the grass, greedy and unsympathetic.
His Sixth and Seventh sons? Discarded, forgotten and unremarkable, not memorable to the Valar and those that record their histories. Even though they were loved so dearly by those that knew them. How their loved ones fought and begged and cried and screamed to have them on their side when everything was now dark.
Picture this Feanor, who has seen how his Sons were spurred and left and discarded in favour of his Half Siblings children and descendents, to new shiny playthings in Beleriand. Picture how he would seethe at the injustice, how his kin alone are branded while the others remain sin free to the Valar, to History
Picture then, his response when the Valar offer him a redemption. For Feanor was beloved, once. He was brilliant and shiny and the Valar used to marvel and coo at his inventions and creations. How they coveted the work he put his whole soul and being into.
Imagine then, from behind the bars of his cage in Mandos Halls, how he would spit at these "Gods" and their forgiveness towards the "troubles" he caused. He would burn and loathe and hiss at these creatures that offer him a redemption, after he watched them stand by and watch as his Sons were beaten, killed, and left to rot while they tended to others.
But, we have pictured this Feanor, we know him and what he will do, and what he has seen. We know this Feanor, a narration that has survived long past the End of Middle Earth. His name and his influence reach for and wide, even of they don't know his deeds, or his story. The Feanor we picture, is alive in our minds and hearts, flickering like a little candle flame that just burns hotter with each breath we take as we keep his memory alive
Picture Feanor, immortal, and powerful, and known far better than these "Gods", these Valar. Feanor, with one loyal son still roaming the world, singing of his horrible and wondrous deeds. He would sneer up at these unfathomable beings offering him forgiveness and redemption and snarl:
"To reach a hand down to somebody, they need to be Beneath You!"
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Amber Patrice Riley: February 15, 1986
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seagullcharmer · 3 months
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take her hand
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cabbitarts · 4 months
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brainstormmmmn keep me away from the norm, whoa
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caramellody · 1 year
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Played through the Project: Eden's Garden prologue a few days back! It was really fun to just, go back to playing a dr-styled game. Have some val blorbo contenders for the time being!!
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kittydeliverycomic · 5 months
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Ah, caffeine. My savior. (And the savior of many college students.)
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sequenceofmind · 1 year
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idk how to explain it but faith and amber give off the same "badass/don't fuck with me" vibes and i want them so bad
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arctichotch · 2 years
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why do you support amber?? genuine question no hate at all, I wasn’t keeping up with the case at all
tbh at first i actually supported johnny. simply because all i knew about the case was the whole shit in the bed stuff and thought damn, that was weird. and i knew him more than amber so my gut reaction i suppose was to believe him.
then i started getting spammed with shit like "he haw johnny depp being funny in court" on tiktok and decided to have looksee at the actual trial happening. at this point i didn't have a clue that there had even been a uk trial. i had never heard of amber's op-ed. didn't know about any of the depp/waldman statements. didn't have a bulls notion as to what was happening. but i was also like why in god's name are we as a society sat back overlaying wii music over a trial about domestic violence? and why is it being so well received, getting millions of views?
i think the first time i actually watched the trial was when johnny was testifying and i was pretty much all cringe like awhh poor guy. and fell for his lawyer's stuff and the internet's take on him.
then i watched rottenborn cx him and was like, damn this ROTTEN-BORN guy is kinda mean to this poor johnny depp who has been abused :((((
then i think there was a weekend break where i looked on tumblr and unbiased reddit threads, away from the propaganda machine. and still i was like, god damn these people are stupid. amber heard is obvs evil (keep in mind, i didn't know any evidence, besides johnny's testimony. so, this was all fueled by stuff i saw in pro-depp media)
then, when i finally started to believe amber was when this psychologist came out and diagnosed her with BPD and histrionic personality disorder (yet again having to say that diagnosis in the 21st century is so fucking weird) and i was like wait... (also the fact she had din dins with him got my feathers ruffled straight away ngl)
so then my thick skull finally opened and i was like maybe... just maybe... before making judgements on this case and this woman i do not know... i should perhaps look at the evidence.
so i did. i checked out someone's (i cant remember who's tbh) fact check list here on tumblr. and they raised enough good points that i couldn't in good faith sit back and do mental gymnastics to try deny or defend depp out of them.
so i took those facts on that list and looked further into it. i read uk transcripts. listened to audio. read up some more on domestic violence. looked to twitter threads that were not obviously biased and further looked into the sources provided by the original tweeters.
and by that point i couldn't sit there and say that johnny depp was not an abuser.
then watching amber's testimony soon after, seeing her nearly have an actual, full-blown breakdown on the stand talking about her rape, made me start to actually post about her being the victim in the equation. i had been hesitant because i didn't want the depp pond scum to tell me to die or something (not that they'd ever do that of course)
(kind of irrelevant, but seeing camille vasquez bully amber so intensely on the stand and then be praised made me sick to my fucking stomach. furthering me in my support of amber.)
then seeing testimony from people who aren't even her friends anymore (and them literally crying while recalling it)
also ms girl dawn hughes. she was so on the ball and so qualified in her field of ipv.
then don't get me started on russian oligarch lover mr. adam waldman
sorry this was so long. it kinda became less me answering and more me reflecting on why and when i turned to supporting amber. soz
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