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front-facing-pokemon · 7 months
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asydicsydney · 11 months
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I'M THINKING SO HARD RIGHT NOW
The intense music, the mostly guest va'd episode even though they aren't in the description, Dylan Marron, a fucking last name?, a middle name?, marine biology major?, HE'S FROM CALIFORNIA?
For real though, I love this episode. I had no expectations and grand whims and they knocked it out of the fucking park. The build up, explaining everything away, becoming this sterilized, normal, shell of a town. It felt like a real dramatic story podcast. And then she's killed with a falling cow. It's perfect, it's return to form, it's Night Vale.
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Jasmine: (Walks into Acadia on her own after a long day. She still hasn’t uttered at word out loud to anyone other than Nick, Kasumi, or Jules)
DiMA: (Stands from his chair to greet the teen) “Hello there, Jasmine! I hear you and Nick have had quite an adventure here on the Island.”
Jasmine: (Stops and slowly blinks at her new uncle, still very wary of him because of what he’s done to Jules who was her only friend at Acadia)
DiMA: (Smiles warmly and approaches) “Is there anything you want to know about the Island and its inhabitants? I have had my own fair share of adventures, I could recount a few to you if that’s something you’d like.”
Jasmine: (Blinks some more, then rubs her eyes) “Desculpe me.” (Yawns sleepily as she stretches out) “Estoy muy cansada porque anoche yo no dormí.”
DiMA: (Rubs his chin) “Hrm, that’s a foreign language that I am not familiar with. Though, so far there hadn't been much need for any other language other than English.”
Jasmine: (Straightens up then shakes her head) “No entiendo, señor.” (Makes a motion with her hand) “Más despacio, por favor.”
DiMA: “I think I have a better idea.” (Stares off for a few seconds) “………” (Starts sizzling like an old overworked computer as he installs Google Translate)
Jasmine: (Under her breath) “Oh fuck….”
Faraday: (Comes running in) “NOOOOOO! He can’t run a translator anymore! He’s too old and fragile!”
Chase: (Also comes flying in) “Get him to stop!”
Faraday: (Rushes over to a terminal) “I’m trying!”
Jasmine: (Steps back and tilts her head at the two) “No entiendo qué es lo que quieres.”
Chase: (Sternly) “Stop that! Stop talking!”
Jasmine: (Folds her hands and smiles innocently and politely) “Padrón señorita, yo no hablo inglés.”
Faraday: (Swears and grumbles like he’s a crazy person on drugs)
DiMA: (Sizzling and steaming to the point you could cook an egg on him)
Jasmine: (Motions to DiMA) “¿Está bien?”
Faraday: (Desperately mashing buttons) “VALENTINE! PLEASE COME GET BABY VALENTINE BEFORE SHE BLOWS UP THE WHOLE DAMN OBSERVATORY!!” (Screams at the terminal as it crashes and reboots)
Jasmine: (Crosses her arms) “Usted es un hombre muy estresado. ¿Estás bien? ¡Necesitas ayuda para los locos!”
Faraday: (Smacks the terminal multiple times as he yells over his shoulder) “I DO NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU ARE SAYING!!!”
Jasmine: (Mumbling to herself) “El gringo es un loco hombre y estúpido.” (Thinks it obvious she was joking from the start, they are all just too dense to notice)
Chase: “WE TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH!!!”
Jasmine: “Ustedes cállense la boca!!!” (Throws up her hands) “¡No estoy haciendo nada!” (Jabs a finger at DiMA) “¡Es su culpa!” (She didn’t tell the synth to download a translator, just to talk more slowly)
Nick: (Appears from the stairway) “Alright missy, that’s enough outta you for one day.” (Snatches his daughter’s hand and starts dragging her away)
Faraday: (Squawking like a distressed and disturbed parrot as he shakes and bangs the terminal)
Jasmine: (Follows along without any complaints) “Papá, tú familia está MUY loca. ¿Por qué es eso?”
Nick: (Tired Dad sigh) “Let’s just get you to bed before ya blow your uncles fuse too….”
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rotationalsymmetry · 7 months
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Apparently whether planting milkweed helps the butterflies is More Complicated than it seems, based on variables like where exactly you live and what type of milkweed it is.
On the bright side, I am being pointed in the direction of organizations I very much wanted to know about, like the California Native Plant Society and the Xerces Society (which is about insect/invertebrate conservation.)
Learning things is good, right?
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permanentreverie · 11 months
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I swear the thing that's finally gonna convince me to delete Instagram is all of the Americans whining about the smoke and 'blaming Canada'
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dionysus-complex · 1 year
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mooseyspooky · 6 months
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There it fucking is! Oh my god I have been trying to find a picture of his Angie tattoo for AGES. It's on the back of his right arm, above his elbow! I can't find a clear picture of it to save my life, but I freaking knew it was on his arm somewhere. Ah!!!!
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bleakbluejay · 7 months
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maybe it's just bc i was raised by a woman who grew up a farm girl during the Great Depression but i just don't understand how people don't use things until they're unusable -- wearing clothes until they fall off and are too threadbare to repair anymore, don't finish their plates (and even more heinous, don't store leftovers and instead opt to throw leftovers away entirely), don't force their old car to run far past the end of its life, don't keep their shoes until they can feel every pebble through the worn-down soles, don't keep their electronics with the glitchy screens until the picture becomes unusable or the damn thing doesn't turn on anymore. we used to fill near-empty bottles of soap and shampoo with water to try to help them last longer. we used to count the exact number of toilet paper squares we used. the living room couch i grew up with was already old and full of holes by the time i was born, and we kept it near 20 years more.it is such a striking cultural difference comparing my family and how we descend and behave from the arms of my great-grandmother and our matriarch, to other people's families that didn't struggle the same, or didn't keep their elders in close enough proximity to be affected by their history. how well did you know your grandparents? did you ever meet your great-grandparents, or hear stories about them?
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freebooter4ever · 1 year
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It smells like SNOW outside guys. In BURBANK. I dont mean its actually snowing - i think that would signify the end of the world - but you know that smell of cold and moisture in the air right before it snows? Yeah that one. I love that smell ^_^
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cinematicbookworm · 7 months
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So I put my notice in at work on Friday which means I should be moving back the second week of October
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anonymusbosch · 10 months
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really truly Feelings about coming back to my hometown and seeing it as an outsider (I only knew it as a child with my motion constrained by school and parents and being under 18) and an outsider (it's changed since I've been away these last 8 years) and an outsider (showing it to my partner and finding it both familiar and unfamiliar, and special and inadequate) and an outsider (my parents and sister have all moved and my childhood home is no longer mine - staying in a building with a door code to learn and furniture still being moved in) and an outsider (my favorite places have changed, moved, closed, repainted) and an outsider (new murals! new buildings! new bike lanes) and an outsider (how the Fuck do the bike lanes on the east bank connect) and an outsider (it's changed [you can never step in the same river twice] and I have too)
#i think I need to make art about this#wanting to show off the things I love about it and realizing so much of that love is for the mundane details and tiny quotidian things#seeing people in the bike lanes and feeling the pang of just Being Around People Enjoying the Outdoors#how much fun you can have for free#at the same time not having lived here at all as an adult#i don't know the public transit here! i biked when it wasn't snowy and when it was snowy i was in school til like 9 pm#i don't know the flashy fun city things i know where me and my cousins would go to have a pretzel and maybe a beer and play board games#i know where u can do martial arts for cheap and fun but that's not a nice day out to show someone it's part of being there for months#years#i know where you can get food at 1 AM but they've moved#i don't know dinkytown or any of the north side#i want to show you how good it was to be a kid here in the summer but we're not kids anymore#i want you to feel the same pang of love when passing my best friend's childhood home#ALSO!!!! saw california friends/acquaintances in the home they bought together with dual software engineer california salaries#living in MN making CA money#a huge huge 3-story-plus-basement million-plus dollar home since that means something here#you're 28 what the fuck are you doing with a nicer house than anyone I knew here ever had#'this is what you get with CA money in mpls' yeah i fucking know actually except I don't make SWE money and I don't live here anymore#i know some local mechanical engineers who have got starter homes at like 300k a few years out of school.#that's like. good for them.#anyway I'm leaving the city today and still just feeling Things about it
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bones-n-bookles · 11 months
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Photos from Carrizo Plain National Monument and the road out from it :)
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snazzyscarf · 2 years
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head in my fucking hands I wanna write a stranger things infinity train au so badly
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grimmgrinningghouls · 2 years
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There r some days where I just. Wanna go home man. I don’t even know how to describe it but on days like this I miss my snow, I miss my trees and my mountains. I miss my lakes and rivers and waterfalls. I miss my dirt trails and my mud pits. I miss the smell of gunpowder so thick you could taste it and it burned. I miss those rainy nights where I’d sit in the back of my car with my friends after my dad kicked me out. I miss being reckless and dangerous and riding at night without a helmet, no light but our headlights and the moon. I miss being able to scream and laugh and shout into the trees. I miss the night air. I miss seeing the stars and the moon. I miss my home.
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i just fucking miss good thrift stores. like god damn fuck indiana all we got is fucking goodwills
#this is an attack on indiana mostly#like goddamn bitch gimme some good thrift stores#back in california there were like 5 within a twenty minute drive from my home#and now all we got is a shitty chain thrift store that i work at#and they don’t even have any like cool clothes and there’s assholes of customers and i have to work on the weekends cuz i can’t work during#school cuz i have tech theatre which is fine and all but jesus i hate my fucking work#and everyone argues all the time !!! like holy shit !!! stop fucking arguing#and complaining about your other coworkers to me#like bitch shut up i am trying to get paid and make friends with as many people as possible#trying to befriend the nice old lady who made fun of jehovah’s witnesses with me is hard when she moved to the back and i’m only a cashier#trying to befriend a 14 year old volleyball player is hard when she can only work sundays and doesn’t go to my school#trying to befriend the older non-binary kid is hard when they’re so oblivious and just bad at the job and everyone complains about them al-#-l the time#and then both people that i actually liked working with have stopped working there!!!#i mean one does tech theatre so that’s nice#but the other moved to a different location and i miss her#she was a like 40 year old lady who smoked and was just fun to be around#she only worked there for like 2 weeks but we started on the same day and we bonded#for personal reasons i will not share the name of the store but i’m sure you could guess if you’re from america#work hate account#that’s gonna be my tag for hating on my work#indiana hate acclunt#that’s gonna be my indiana hate posts#i wrote this post like 20 minutes ago and have been ranting in the tags ever since
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