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borgeslabyrinth · 3 months
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So I was having a conversation with my boyfriend about our city's goofy minor league baseball team name (you know how in Twilight, Bella's stepdad is on the Jacksonville Suns? Yeah, we changed the name to the Jumbo Shrimps, which is objectively hilarious) so I was like "goofy minor league baseballs names is a long held tradition. Like the Florence Yalls or the Hartford Yard Goats" so I decided to look up a list of the funniest minor league baseball teams and guys.... let me introduce you to the most amazing thing.....
The Carolina Disco Turkey:
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I am so obsessed with this fucking bird I can't even tell you. I've never had any interest in baseball, I have no connection to Winston-Salem, NC. But I took one look at this bird and became an instant devotee. I immediately purchased a t shirt and plan on buying a hat and a hoodie. He's just so perfect. Flawless. A Disco Turkey! Anyway, everyone meet my new husband, the Disco Turkey.
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kirstenstrunk · 4 months
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I had a dream last night that I hit the AG jackpot and got Kirsten's whole collection, and a good chunk of Addy's and Josefina's from an older collector who passed away and I'm so saddddd in the dream I finally had Kirsten's trunk and I'm so bummed that it isn't true
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twinkodium · 5 months
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Make sure you have a footage of everything he says otherwise he’ll try to deny it later 🫣
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Listened to benevolent
Big fan of whatever the fuck that was
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rebouks · 3 months
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Oscar: So… [Robin sighed dramatically; he could’ve guessed where this was going even if he wasn’t privy to his father’s thoughts] Oscar: What’re you gonna do, sue me for not believing you? Robin: [snorts] He’s not bothering me, dad. Oscar: So, why don’t you talk to him-.. or anyone else at school for that matter. Robin: People don’t usually care what you’re saying, they’re just waiting for their turn to talk. Oscar: C’mon, not everyone’s like that. Robin: Okay.. but what if they don’t like what you say? Like, I say something and they think – oh, that was weird – and then I’m like, wow I wish I hadn’t said that and it’s super awkward and cringe. [Robin fiddled with his fingers, intent on convincing Oscar that anxiety was the culprit. It was easier than explaining the truth; that he could barely think straight amongst everyone else’s thoughts, that couldn’t be arsed, didn’t see the point, found people boring, yada yada] Oscar: Y’know people don’t usually think that whilst you’re talking, right? It’s mostly in our own heads. Robin: Okay, dad. Oscar: Wow, can’t imagine where you get that sarcasm from… Robin: ‘Course not… They do though-.. think that, y’know. Oscar: I think that’s just the social anxiety talking, spud. Robin: And? Oscar: And, you’ve gotta work on your fear-… Robin: It’s not a fear, it’s a fact. [Oscar rolled his eyes as Robin sloped off; it was like arguing with himself] Oscar: Robin… Robin: See, you didn’t like my response so.. point proven, huh? [Robin hovered by the doorframe, wearing a smirk so similar to his own that Oscar couldn’t help but chuckle fondly] Oscar: Tch, get outta here! Robin: Love you, byeeeee. Oscar: [snort laughs] Love you too, bud.
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skitskatdacat63 · 1 year
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2023 Testing - Day 3, Session 1 - Oscar Piastri(ft. Mark Webber)
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meadowsofmay · 5 months
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i genuinely enjoy the amount of respect and love and care the circle has for cosmo. i can't possibly know if it will ever backfire given the circumstances they are in but that's not even what's so important right now. what will happen is what will happen but the beginning, the starting point that is actually a starting point only for us. for them? it's one of many that dotted the path of their relationship, their connection to cosmo.
i suppose it is so nice to see because there is an image of an old, obnoxious, know-it-all figures in media that are presented from the perspective — having knowledge is a grant of respect. but cosmo, at least from what we hear others speak of him, is not that. he is an old man that his grandson relative? father? wants to protect because that's how it should be and not the other way around. he is an old friend to madam glask, and he is the closest and hence the dearest, which means she will step over her fear and lost trust of elsie and follow their mission through. he is an associate, a roommate that elsie trusts to keep her safe and keep others safe from her. he is a professor that has earned his respect from rajan.
and he sees them as his children, he cares for them as he would care for his own and yet, not in a belittling way. they are like children to him but they are not children. they are grown and established in life adults that achieved their status in society and that cosmo respects, while caring for them like he would for his children. and it's almost as if they care and love him the same way in response. his human being does not consists only of work and his studies and they can love him like children would love their elderly parent. and they do.
and surely, we don't know what had happened in cosmo's past 'till it'd be revealed or what will happen in the future 'till it will happen next episode. but i just enjoy how likable cosmo is while being a knowledgeable and important part of the candela and the circle. i like how it's easy for the circle to like him and stick with him even when the circle bends.
and you know, that is the epitome of an actual respect, to have such an influence on people.
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aspennntree · 28 days
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since we only see the fucking. what do i call it. this thing.
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when theyre alone do we think oscar has told the others about these weird merge episodes? because it doesnt seem like they know...
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nowritingonthewall · 1 year
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I’m just begging you: Don’t make us go there again.
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just-an-enby-lemon · 22 days
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I loved the descriptions of Hamid's and Oscar's gossip sessions specially because while the two of them are very similar Oscar is someone that disguises being kind - talking to Hamid for instance - with a very specific type of meaness while Hamid, who is deeply afraid of becaming a bully again, disguises the part of him that is absolutly salty and a bit mean with a kindness that's a tad fake. That's to say that the day Wilde just went "someone should fuck Earhart" Hamid was probably doing his best fake impression of a shocked society lady going "Wilde" but was laughing his ass out and Oscar almost felt like he was back to being the charming journalist again.
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beliscary · 8 months
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ok so i don't subscribe to the break up read re: canon (for me that too much flattens/misrepresents sth as complex as someone admitting to planning martyrdom but ordering their loved one to live and sending said loved one on to a future and a family in a new world they'll create in the same breath)
HOWEVER. walk me with if you will on the mental image of a modern au young adult dion having a long overdue stress and possibly family related meltdown aimed in the wrong direction at terence to the tune of 'you deserve someone who will love you right....' bc he's 20 and an idiot and terence handles it with a commendable amount of grace but still sets a two week no contact boundary while he figures out how he's supposed to feel. meanwhile day 2 terenceless dion is full-blown ugly crying in his car to top 40 lewis capaldi type ballads. he won't stop checking his phone every 3 minutes. he's there at the stroke of midnight on what is just barely day 15 sopping wet from cliche rain and tracking mud and his feelings on terence's parents' carpet. he begs everyone not to mention this during the wedding toasts because he's still embarrassed about it 8 years later
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borgeslabyrinth · 6 months
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I love The Mountain Goats because sometimes there will be a song with a title like Unicorn Tolerance, or Thank You Mario but Your Princess is in Another Castle, or Clemency for the Wizard King and you'll think "this will be a funny, silly song" but instead it's like the most emotionally devastating song you've heard and now you're crying
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kirstenstrunk · 1 year
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I've had this blog for a single day, and have already accidentally reblogged three posts to this blog. Verily, I suffer. Probably a peek into things to come.
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bestworstcase · 1 year
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My midnight shower thought: for Ozma and all his incarnations Salem has remained the same visually. She looks more or less the same since he met her for the second time, in the first new life where they became gods among men and had a family. But for Salem the Ozma that she loved and lost too soon has never returned to her. It’s his soul moved up in there, an undercurrent of his voice below all the others. But she hasn’t truly seen Her Ozma since many man lifetimes ago. Stagnant water isn’t safe to drink. The Salem he loved he saw for the last time as he died in a bed. They have not seen each other in so long god. God!!!
ok ok ok
the thing
this is a wild tangent from what you said i apologize
but the THING IS
the first thing we learn about the grimm beyond the vague mythical description of inevitable darkness, creatures of destruction, so forth—the first proper information we get about them is that they are “manifestations of anonymity,” that their darkness is the darkness of ignorance, of not knowing, contrasted against the light of knowledge and understanding. the soul is identity and grimm lack souls because they are anonymous
which is all very interesting as it pertains to salem’s monstrosity being so inextricable from her anonymity, from the isolation enforced by ozma’s absolute commitment to erasing her from history and keeping her existence a secret. obviously. BUT,
salem throws herself into the pool of grimm because she reasons that the force of pure destruction it holds might cancel out the pure creation she has been forced to carry, right. it changes her profoundly, restoring the equal balance between creation and destruction that people are supposed to have and in the same stroke making her grimm. there’s an obvious metaphor being constructed here about scapegoating and dehumanization that like 95% of the fandom is missing in truly hilarious fashion but also more saliently to the point i’m getting to, salem stood on that precipice and gazed down into the abyss and thought about what might happen to her if she jumped before making the choice to actually jump, and i think maybe the most critical piece of information we have about what she thought the pool of grimm would do to her is “if the fountain of life granted her immortality, then surely the pool of grimm would take it away.” jinn implies a suicide attempt but her description of salem’s own reasoning is not about death, it’s about trying to become mortal again. trying to remove her infinite life by throwing herself into a darkness equal to the light inflicted upon her; i don’t think it mattered to her much either way whether the pool would kill her outright or spit out one more monster as long as whatever was left of her afterwards had the possibility of death. she didn’t know exactly what would happen, but she very much chose to do it to herself with full awareness of what that choice entailed.
and then when ozma comes out of his impulsive agreement to do what the god of light asked, screaming in disorientation and terror, when a stranger asks him “who are you?” and he recoils in horror as the realization of what happened to him sinks in, it’s with oscar standing by to mutter pityingly that he didn’t know. he didn’t know what he said yes to, what it would mean, and then god of light hurled him back onto a battlefield and he didn’t even know who he was.
salem has always been herself and her face has always been her own, the face of her birth and the face that she chose for herself, and it is so so achingly clear that the physical transformation did not fundamentally change her. she’s still just the person she’s always been, if buried under the weight of a thousand facile narratives piled on her shoulders by people who cannot or will not see her for who she is.
but ozma said yes to a duty he didn’t want just so he could see her again and he’s spent every goddamned minute of his existence since then having his identity shredded by an endless parade of other people whose lives and souls he’s forced to consume and then become, over and over and over again until it becomes fucking meaningless, until he’s spent thousands of different lives doing the exact same fucking thing in different flavors, variations on a theme. and the only comfort he can get is don’t worry, eventually you won’t even know whos who anymore. he still doesn’t know who he is, he’s spent thousands of years not knowing who he is, because the god of light tricked him into saying yes to being torn apart and molded into an instrument of divine authority.
and there’s, like
i go a little nuts every time i think about the fact that salem still calls him ozma, that she intuitively knows whether it’s him speaking or oscar, that even the very first time she saw him with an unfamiliar face she recognized him instantly. bc ozma can’t tell the difference, ozma doesn’t even self-identify as a person anymore and treats the distinction between himself and oscar as a temporary technicality, but salem still knows who he is as clearly as she knows herself, just as he has lost his sense of who she is as thoroughly as he’s lost his own identity. and by the same token ozma has for lifetimes defined himself solely in opposition to her, solely by his fixation on destroying her.
and all of this in the narrative that made it explicitly, plainly clear upfront that the soul is a person’s knowledge of themself. that what makes a monster a monster is having no sense of identity.
the god of light tried to take his champion’s soul and salem is the reason he can’t.
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queen-mabs-revenge · 3 months
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The last, whom I love more, the more of blame
Is heap’d upon her, maiden most unmeek,—
I knew to be my demon Poesy.
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rebouks · 10 months
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Tristen: Enough about me, uh.. how’s the whole surrogacy thing going? Matilda: Pfft, I knew Ivan wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut. Tristen: Courtney mentioned it a while ago. Matilda: Great, that means everyone knows. Tristen: I’m not sure that’s a bad thing, but I can keep a secret. Matilda: Sure, you can… Tristen: Why didn’t you want to tell anyone? Matilda: I don’t know.. in case something happened? Or I changed my mind… Tristen: You know you’re still allowed to change your mind, right? Matilda: It’s a bit late for that. Tristen: Oh, are you-..? [Matilda nods solemnly] Tristen: That’s great! Matilda: I’m scared, Triss… What if Sam was right, what if I regret it? Tristen: You won’t. Matilda: But what if I do? Tristen: It might be harder than you thought-.. or not, I don’t know; but you won’t regret it. Matilda: [sighs] I hope not. Tristen: When are you gonna tell ‘em? Matilda: Not yet. Ivan would be crushed if anything happened, I’d rather wait a while. Tristen: Well, my lips are sealed. [Matilda smiles slightly, shaking her head] Tristen: What? Matilda: What have I gotten myself into… Tristen: C’mon, it’s such an amazing thing you’re doing for them. You oughta be proud of yourself. Matilda: I’ll try. Tristen: You won’t regret it, Mat.. I promise.
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