Remember when i asked for love advice?
I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND NOW
U HAVE A GIRLFRIEND NOW??????
AAAAAAHQH U HAVE A GIRLFRIEND NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Why is the bathhouse scene a political discussion,
and why is it so easy for me to apply the political theory that I am currently studying???
politics brain should not be engaged when reading adastra
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Spoilers for the owl house
you have been warned
okay,,,
so
i know that the final episode wasnt going to make everyone happy
thats fine
its impossible to do so
and as expected
i have a complaint
and its about the collector
i have loved this little boy sense he was first introduced
i and am,,, disappointed with what they did to him
i am so glad that he was able to learn the value of mortal life
i am so glad he was able to help the isles after what he did
i am so glad he got the love and approval of Luz, Eda, and King
but why
pray tell
was he sent back to the stars???????
i can not for the life of me think of a single reason why
he got the family he needed
he had EVERYTHING that he wanted
he got love
he got to learn
and he had so much more to learn
WHY PRAY TELL WAS HE SENT BACK TO THE STARS, WERE HE COULDN'T LEARN ANYTHING MORE ABOUT MORTAL LIFE, WERE NO ONE LOVED HIM LIKE THE OWL FAMILY DID, WERE HE WAS MANIPULATED IN THE PAST, WHERE NOBODY CARES ABOUT HIM???????
WHY
WHY PLEASE
HE WASNT EVEN IN THE GOODBYE SCENE????
SURE HE WAS KINDA THERE IN SPIRIT
BUT WHY DIDNT HE AT LEAST COME BACK TO CELEBRATE WITH EVERYONE???
TO SAY GOODBYE TO US???
i am so emotional about this you dont understand
he deserved SO much better
he wont be a better person up in the stars
i just know for a fact that their siblings dont care about mortal life,, dont care about them
yet he still went back,, after everything?
im crying
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Saturday night excitement
A little while ago, to make my [long] day just a little easier*, I asked my son to take the dogs out for their final mini-walk / pee break of the day. He pulled on his coat and went out, dogs scrambling at his heels.
Shortly thereafter he called his sister (from the yard) to come out and help him catch the possum he’d found chowing down on chicken feed. I benignly watched the scramble-to-action. This is not my issue to deal with. They have my benediction to Handle It.
The he called ME to bring out the cat carrier. I do not actually want to Be Involved, but I slipped on my boots and grabbed the carrier. When I approached the chicken coop, my son was high in the largest apple tree, my daughter was lighting the situation with her phone, and the possum was out at the far end of a narrow branch. My big tom cat was thrilled to see hoomans out and about in the darkness, and was pouncing playfully around.
Several iterations of potential possum removal played out. Unsuccessfully. But my son was resolute. We were going to capture and relocate this fluffy beaste, instead of shooting it. I was deputized to get my brand-new pruning saw. [Note: I could have taken offense at this, but I’m a confident enough parent to let my kids take the lead sometimes, and this was very much HIS project.]
His idea was for his sister (a serious tree-climber) to climb up and saw the small limb the possum was clinging to. He himself would be waiting below with the cat carrier. And I would be wielding the flashlight. She, however, didn’t want to get anywhere near the possum. I was asked to climb the tree and use the saw. Well, I’ve climbed that tree many times. Never while wearing a nightgown and wellington boots, but I HAVE climbed it. So up I went.
Until the boots betrayed me. I slipped. A large and sturdy branch stopped my fall, by means of smashing into the lower part of my ribcage. I clung there, wheezing, while below my kids experienced Extreme Stress. “Jus’ gimm’a’minute” I slurred.
And then resumed climbing, and cut the sunuvabitchin’ branch. The possum fell silently (not very far, btw) and my son caught the branch, and scooped the varmint swiftly into the cat carrier. I descended the tree and my daughter solicitously helped me from the last branch to the ground.
I feel very much as if I’ve received a kidney punch. The Poss is on its way to a location at Home Farm where it won’t be tempted to dine on chicken. And I’d have been better off, perhaps, to walk the dogs myself.
* why. Do I even.
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velma has changed my life for the better. completely broadened my worldview. not only has it shown me what happens when a room full of completely incompetent writers who clearly hate their audience with a burning passion try to “revamp” a friendly, laughter-filled show, but it has also showed me the bar is in hell and i seriously shouldn’t doubt myself anymore
thanks, velma!
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This is why by paramore but it’s actually about not leaving the house bc you’re scared you’ll miss the dream face reveal
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Queensland dj Christian Krauter’s single ‘Oh Why’ brings you to the dance floor with its magnetic allure
https://soundcloud.com/christian-krauter-1/oh-why
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Can't believe that, now, when I spot a rip or a hole in my clothes, I get excited, because it's a new excuse to get our materials and mend them
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