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#so there’s another grievance
kangals · 9 months
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since i forget it's not common knowledge for non-Dog™ people, brief overview of the collie thing and why i was losing my shit:
idk every country, but at least for the American Kennel Club (AKC) and Canadian Kennel Club (CKC), "Collie" refers to a specific breed of dog, most iconic as the breed of "Lassie":
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these three dogs are all collies. collies come in two varieties, "rough" (longhair, more common), and "smooth" (shorthair, less common). both rough and smooth collies are considered the same breed, judged to the same standards, and can be born in the same litter, similar to how a black lab and a yellow lab are both labradors. it is equally correct to refer to them as a "rough/smooth collie" or as simply a "collie," as that is their official breed name in the US/Canada. while they used to be extremely popular in the mid-20th century, collies sit at #39 on the AKC breed popularity lists nowadays, making them solidly "somewhat uncommon."
a border collie is a separate and distinct breed of dog. while they share a common ancestor with the collie and are also herding dogs, their appearance, temperament, and herding style are all distinctly different. they can come in many colors, but are most commonly black and white with medium-to-long hair:
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while a border collie is a type of collie-dog, in the US they are generally referred to as "borders" or "BCs" rather than just "collies," as "collie" is already the name of a different breed. BCs are more popular than collies nowadays, so most laypeople are more familiar with them than with rough or smooth collies. but given that "collie" already refers to a different breed, in the US/Canada it's not technically correct to also refer to a border collie as simply "collie" (or call them a collie, who cares, i'm not a fucking cop).
however, this gets further muddled depending on which country you're in - for example in the UK and many european countries, there is no breed that's simply called "collie" - Rough Collies and Smooth Collies are two separate breeds, in addition to Border Collies, which are significantly more popular. in the UK, "collie" isn't the name of any specific breed, but most people will use it as shorthand for their BCs. "collie" in the UK and "collie" in the US often mean two different dogs.
and then you also have the bearded collie, again a distinct breed, but much more difficult to mix up due to A) their rarity and B) the fact that they look like walking muppets:
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and honorable mention to the shetland sheepdog or "sheltie," which while related to the collie is, again, a separate breed, and most notably is significantly smaller than a collie. if you see a dog that looks like Lassie But Small, it's probably a sheltie.
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IN CONCLUSION:
several different recognized breeds of collie-type dogs
only one breed is officially named "Collie" and that's the rough/smooth varieties in the US and Canada (aka "Lassie dog")
ergo, there is only one breed of dog that "collie" actually refers to (in North America at least)
however due to the differences in names between countries and the overall higher popularity of border collies, they and other breeds are sometimes also referred to as "collies"
i own a rough collie and she is very pretty and therefore superior and if you call any other type of dog a collie except for the rough/smooth type you're Wrong.
thank u for coming to my TED talk.
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synonymroll648 · 3 months
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headcanon that as sophie ages, she gets more and more off-put by how she still looks twenty at some age past 40. the only wrinkles she has are smile lines and a barely-there crease between her eyebrows that never leaves. no gray hairs. it doesn’t feel like there’s any physical evidence of how much stress aged her too fast.
(maybe she dyes more grays into her hair to feel better about her reflection, the more time passes by. maybe, on bad days, she contours wrinkles into her skin with makeup. maybe the bad days get more frequent as she ages outside the human lifespan. maybe.)
#i feel like fitz and dex are the only friends of hers that really get it#since fitz understands more surrounding human cultures than most elves thanks to his firsthand experience in the search#and dex grew up with his mom’s romcoms#which would probably show some human perspectives on aging#and his mom explaining some things that didn’t quite make sense to Smol Dex#but i’ve always imagined sophie turning up on fitz’s doorstep in the middle of the night#with tears running down her face and saying she didn’t know who else to talk to about almost-immortality feeling so so so wrong as she#gets older. not necessarily just because he knows more about humanity than most of her group#but also because like. there’s some part of her that says ‘if he can help you through learning to be an elf at 12 maybe he can help you at#42 too’. and they’re cognates. and they’ve gotten old enough to set aside teenage grievances with one another#and i like the idea of them sitting on a couch together by lamplight and trying to navigate the cultural and personal differences#in how the two of them and humanity and the lost cities view mortality#and not really reaching a concrete conclusion. but rather. a conclusion that keeps the two of them sane until they reach triple digits.#and then they have the conversation again. and come up with a plan to stay sane in their triple digits. and the same thing pops up in their#thousands. idk man the whole thing screams trust down to the bone and that’s what they should have when the war is over#is there anything more Cognate than talking through wildly different fears surrounding the same thing that make both parties#super vulnerable??? down to how your minds work in the face - or lack of - death?#maybe so but i can’t think of them off top of my head#kotlc#sophie foster#kotlc headcanons#keeper of the lost cities
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simplyender · 10 months
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look i love spot just as much as anybody else but if i see somebody actually unironically siding with him and saying hes in the right, im gonna think theyre fucking insane
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emuwarum · 7 months
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oh so baby pond snails are bastards on purpose
#Emu tries to post#aquatic snails#Pond snails#i love my ponds! they are just so Stubborn and Annoying#I. I respect that they are like the hulk of snails and refuse to let me take them off whatever they’re on#I do not respect that they keep deciding to climb out of the whole tank I. WHY#It’s clean! It’s got food! It’s got a filter! It’s got other snails! What more could you want!#and then they decide heehoo I’m gonna go on a journey and be on the other side of the room in another tank :)#COME ON GUYS#I thought I’d overestimated this capability and forgotten I’d put one guy in that tank but Seriously#I put some babies in a cup for later#two minutes pass. I look over and WHY ARE YOU ON THE OUTSIDE ALREADY#this cup had like a centimetre of water in and in two minutes they climbed all the way to the outside?????#I guess I need to extend their tank and make it taller purely so they can keep climbing without getting stuck outside#I.#pond snails are probably the Worst nightmare of anyone who doesn’t want snails#I do want snails but I have many grievances with ponds specifically#Malaysian trumpet snail my darling you have no faults whatsoever#the rest of you though… ramshorns eat each other. And also every plant. Bladder snails make so many babies and so many poop too#pond snails are. They have a lot of personality. Not a very nice personality though#Malaysian trumpet snails though? Oh my sweet sweet darlings with your sheep like faces and teeny babes and love of underground#if I ever get one of the snails that’s actually sold as a pet I would probably want a rabbit snail
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eldenlordofdragons · 2 months
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Of Bloodied Gold
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"Who goes there?!"
A bellowing demand, reverberating through the ashen trees of the dream. It carries not authority nor majesty, but rather the wavering bravado of a child on death's door. Whomever possesses this dulcet tone of hysteria knows they hold no power to harm or defend - completely opposite to her, whom owns this plane.
"WHO GOES THERE?!"
A second time, shaky. Like the realization has settled in that if a fight is coming, there is no chance of them winning. Swallowing, she clutches the bell staff tightly, intent on this not turning violent.
Squinting the one eye, the bloodied Omen watches as the dull gold mist lifts, revealing the pristine robes of what he cannot be. As the snow white hair of the opposition shimmers, he snarls instinctively; a wild animal backed into a corner. But all that aggression is shaken, almost calmed, at the sight of the child's gaze. Rabbit red looks back at him, in a sickeningly gentle gaze that beckons him to lower his defense.
"You..." He could never forget her. "The little witch who set mine dynasty ablaze, aye? You cannot burn me here!"
Remaining quiet, Perona continues her approach, her demeanor hardly shifting. The softness enrages him yet further, and her advance only ceases when he implies his own, until his shadow envelops the tiny girl. A minute quiver in her hands satisfies a need to know he has some power, but even that is taken when she continues to meet him unafraid.
"I... remember you," She nods, softly. "... Are you one of the beings we call the Omen?" A question implying her uncertainty of being completely human; a byproduct of a violent, sorrowful past.
"... You refused the Mother's voice." Even he heard her lips part, when his soul left the Lands Between. "She... rejected me... For a little misguided rabbit, frightened by wolves-!"
Her head tilts a moment, before she stands straight once more. A power envelops her, and lifts her up until they stand on equal footing. For a moment he wavers, a hand going up at first as a wall between them; yet more confirmation that she holds all the power this world could contain. That she is a champion of unalloyed gold - a child beloved by Miquella.
All the animosity falls nil, all the anger and sorrow, when suddenly her staff vanishes into gold mist, and both her tiny hands wrap around two of his fingers. The gentility of every movement sees him watching, stunned, as she brings them close to herself, moving so her arms instead wrap around his hand in an almost comedic show of their difference in size. Embracing it like a newborn or a small animal, her love spills out into his blood, a frightening warmth crawling up his arm.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Another wavering demand, prompting her to meet his gaze once again.
"... Are you lonely?"
For a moment he's aghast. That black skinned boy - her brother, he knows well - fell at his hands right in front of her. Then the witch emerged with power only hinting at how long she'd lain dormant, and in one strike he was dead. Yet, this child, the catalyst of it all, was blessed by Miquella, and somehow found forgiveness. A love that can only be known by those blessed by gold, those whom reached enlightenment... It sickened him to his stomach, yet it inspired long-buried and obscured memories.
... Father...? What is it in this girl's very being, that inspires Godfrey's image? She is far from a barbarian, and she has no spiritual beast atop her shoulders, much less any renown. If anything, there is only smoke and fire in her past... More than whatever else, would she not have belonged with the Mother?
"Are you alone?" Her one hand lifts and reaches for him. It retracts, just in time, when he snaps at her like a vicious beast.
"NO!" He barks. "What right have you to pry into one's mind? You, who... You could never know this pain-!"
Miquella does not come forth. Though Perona would be wiser with his counsel, he cannot bring himself to see Mohg. That and, he knows she can handle the Omen on her own.
"This pain?" She asks. "... N-no, it's different..." A moment, and her eyes flash with recognition. "... Loneliness. Yes. Loneliness."
He blinks. "... Loneliness? What do you claim to know?"
"You don't want to be by yourself, correct? We tarnished are many, but you are alone. You hate it, don't you?" Her hand gently pats his strangely shrunken one. "... That is what it is to be lonely."
At first he's searching her eyes, bereft of mockery or scorn. For a moment it's like he's met yet another god, or a veiled Omen wishing only to find another one to shield them, as many have in the palace. All have died, as have the others along with himself, at this girl's hand. Should this be that same child that turned Nokron into a fiery bloodbath, or a many-faced demigod...
No.
"The shadows of isolation are deep as ink, and your only hope of light was stolen from you so long ago..." A tale she knows very well. They're so much alike, yet so unbelievably different.
Now, he stands perfectly at her height, yet both of them are on their feet. In her eyes is the image of the Omen child, playing hide and seek or hiding from Omenkillers looking for fresh prey. He trembles, naive and sweet, before the Formless Mother's gaze turned to him. Had someone extended their arms to hold him before she did, perhaps his fate would mirror Morgott's - or be a kinder thing entirely.
"... You're broken."
She scoops up his now smaller hands, the baggy tunic slipping off one of his shoulders before she tugs him in to embrace him, the dream reaching completion.
"... I will put you back together."
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vivienna-vivid · 7 months
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WE'RE SO BACK
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crown-ov-horns · 1 month
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I do wonder whether underappreciating Adriel x Lilith is just the fandom being boring in rejecting m/f (sorry not sorry, no hate from this bi girl, but nothing will surpass the Satan and Lilith dynamic), or, is it because the ship is so underdeveloped.
We see Adriel "tempt" Lilith, I talk about it here. I'ts great, I loved it.
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Then, there's the final battle. We see them be an evil villain power couple together.
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We even see Lilith be soft towards Adriel for a moment.
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But, that's it. She turns on him, without us even understanding why. It wasn't because he's evil and crazy, she knew he was evil and crazy. Also, I refuse to believe she woke from his spell, I refuse to believe she was under a spell at all. He offered her what the OCS couldn't (and by that, I don't mean his rod). That's why she chose him. Maybe Reya played with her head, I don't know, but that would be insulting to her arc.
There's a gaping chasm between Lilith turning to Adriel, and the final battle. What were they doing during their time together? Drinking brandy and scheming? Performing blood rituals? Going on dates? What did they talk about, how did they bond (more)? It would have been great, to see the situation from their angle, at least a bit. To find out what they're thinking. Lorena and William portrayed great chemistry, why not use it? Also, their interactions could've revealed more about the Other side to us.
Warrior Nun did a lot of things brilliantly. Adriel is a wonderful villain, he's one of my favorite characters in the world. But, his dynamic with Lilith was left barebones. They both deserved more screentime in general, it's such a shame the season was shorter. Some things seem rushed because of it. I would've loved to see Lilidriel fleshed out more.
Also, I'm still bitter the creators screwed with the Satan and Lilith pairing by having her ditch him. You don't sUbVeRt that pair. I forgive a lot in the name of an author's license, I don't forgive that. At least she went away on her own path.
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icryyoumercy · 1 year
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i love accidental baby acquisition fic, but i wish people would not write babies and toddlers like this
like, the sort of ... catastrophising stuff where it starts with characters trying to expend as little time as possible actually interacting with the child because oh no the effort!
and then the child inevitably getting into ~horrible danger~ because no one could be arsed to keep an eye on them, but the horrible danger is inevitably something that should have been identified in the first five seconds of childproofing, like an open fire or a giant hole in the floor or something, and quite often something that could have been solved by something as simple as closing an open door
and then the child acquires a minor injury during the ~dramatic rescue~ and the caretakers, who have so far done everything to not spend time with the child freak out and shout at whoever can be most easily blamed for the injury, and that person is appropriately guilt-stricken and sorry, and everyone is acting like a scraped knee is the worst thing ever and will lead to lasting trauma and oh the noes
and sure, it's kinda funny but it's also. kinda fucked up? like. how to take care of toddler for short term. when awake, keep them either in a toddler-proof enclosure like a playpen or the room you're in anyways with the doors closed or tucked against your body somehow, which ta-dah, no more oooops the toddler has obtained a claymore. if asleep, a nest on the floor or again, tucked against your body, and once more the terror has been resolved. feed when hungry, wash when dirty, replace dirty or destroyed clothes, offer things that are harmless and soft as toys, and remember that 1) kids will get injured no matter what you do. it doesn't mean anything. it's just a thing that happens 2) when taking care of a child, pay attention to them. not by putting a bell on them or a gps tracker and focusing on that, but by paying actual attention the actual child
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oujibaka · 1 year
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"He wouldn't fucking say that"-ing about choices made in anime manga translations
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dwtisgay · 2 years
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thanks for the entertainment guys, I am logging off since I've been on all day (mental illness baby) a couple of parting words that I think will help (or maybe not) we don't actually know why dream and george do things - we can only speculate, the bigger and wilder the speculation the better the evidence that needs to back it be when you speculate, that george and dream hate each other or negate from their relationship based on one instance you are not privvy to the reasoning behind it, against a mountain of evidence and years that show otherwise? that is bad speculation I am all for entertaining bad speculation because a lot of my own speculation isn't actually that good and I do enjoy batshit/bad speculation but if you are actually serious about this or you feel like you are starting to believe it, take a step back and recognize your evidence isn't actually that good, try and counter your own arguments yourself before throwing the first thing that comes to mind out in the internet! its a good practice
this isn't to say you cant be frustrated or mad or any of the such feel free to, I know I was annoyed and exasperated about waiting longer, but don't escalate those feelings until they take hold of you and warp your world view and reasoning
I don't actually know if any of you are serious but this felt like a good psa regardless just in case someone is actually feeling downtrodden about this
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miss-anthropyxx · 1 month
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holy fuck i keep forgetting i'm seeing kim dracula on wednesday aaahhhhhhaasl;dkfajl;kj;alsd
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idle-bug · 1 month
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I haven't texted anyone back in 16 days and I know eventually I'm going to have to go back and read all the shit they sent me and go back to normal but talking to people and pretending to care about their boyfriends or their shitty bosses or whatever is honestly so exhausting and I wish I could throw my phone into the ocean and never get a new one.
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ikissyuri · 8 months
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Everyday I am one step closer to quitting this job I hate this feeling
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chuluoyi · 3 months
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࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 07:30 P.M 」
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cat anon, i'm holding you responsible for this very domestic and cute idea of indulgence, and ahhhhhh i just need more fluff—
a part of gojo's love entries
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“you’re always, always so messy!”
“you never put the socks where they belong!”
“and lately you stink too!”
you were ranting a whole lot of your grievances to your husband as you munched on chocolate cookies from a jar, your face scrunched up and visibly vexed.
throughout it all, satoru took on your tirade with a very smooth smile, occasionally suppressing his impulse to burst into laughter, because what an adorable sight you were—all pouting with the swell of his child inside you, messing up your hormones.
“i stink?” he tilted his head to the side, blinking innocently, eyes crinkling with such fondness and a visible hint of laugh. “that can’t be—”
“you are! and you are home late too these days!” you puffed your cheeks, now chubbier—and you’re so freaking cute this way, there’s nothing satoru wants more than to smooch you, really.
“is that your way of saying that you missed me, hmm?”
“no! why would i?!”
“because i’m your very good-looking husband?”
“ew! no! you’re just a horny weirdo!”
that finally got him to outwardly snicker. “can’t you see that we’re doing an honorable deed? we’re increasing japan’s birth rate~”
it wasn’t the first time of you suddenly painting him up as the bad guy due to your raging hormones, and satoru was entertained each and every time. he always humored you without fail even when you got mad at him for no reason—in his eyes, you were just the height of cuteness, and he was ever so grateful that you were growing his baby at all.
later at night, after your bath, a softer part of you suddenly felt a tad bit guilty for roasting your husband—the hormones at play, heh—and now, wanted to snuggle up to him instead.
satoru’s eyes lit up in mischief when you got to the bed and pressed yourself to him.
“oh? so the wife now wants cuddles?”
“…can’t i? i’ve done a lot for you—carrying your baby is a job in and of itself.” you pointed at your bump with a pout. “see if you can find another girl who can put up with you and just ask for cuddles in return.”
“ehh? is that what you want me to do? go find another girl and forget you just like that?”
the idea made you frown and satoru immediately barked a laugh, pulling you to sit on his lap.
“aww, look at that cute face,” he tried to appease you, a stupid grin on his face as he poked your cheek, with you still frowning deeply. “no, no. that’s not going to happen~”
you were still giving him a very annoyed look, and satoru knew just what to make you soft for him again, as he pulled you by your chin closer and peppered your face with kisses—
“you’re” kiss “the only girl” kiss “i’ll ever love” kiss —yeah?”
safe to say, you melted into a puddle in his arms, ignoring the searing heat on your cheeks as you pressed your face to his chest, with him chuckling, wrapping one arm around you in a secure hold and roaming his other hand on your tummy, smile widening upon feeling a kick.
“well, kid, mama is such a sweetie, isn’t she?”
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i know a lot of people take ulysses’ words differently, i see a man so deeply hurt by the cruel and random nature of life that symbols - which stand for just one thing, and can change, but not at once - bring him great comfort, and have become essentially what he needs to survive
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lucarioguy15 · 1 year
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