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the fundamental tension between wanting to dissociate modes of dress from gender and people wanting to use modes of dress to signify their gender so they don't have to play the Pronoun Game

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Hey guys, I just got back from the flea market and this one jewelry table had some GREAT stuff! Anyone want anything? $5 each or best offer.

#I'll have the globe please so I can look at all the pretty light effects

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read something recently that said a majority of people don’t have a wall clock these days, thought it was interesting since I’ve always considered it an essential and functional piece of home decor.

#yes multiple even #both functional and non functional ones #I have a clock in my kitchen so I know how much time I have for breakfast #I have my grandma's old clock (nonfunctioning) in my living room #and I also have a bunch of weather stations/temperature thingies that also give the time spread around the house #none of my clocks tick though

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Well, this is gonna be interesting next week!

#living with him #kare no iru seikatsu

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If I was slightly better at archery and slightly less afraid of intestinal parasites, Charlie would have been a really excellent hunting dog.

He's a Mdium-sized Rez Dog which is to say he's mostly sighthound and pointer but he's a perfectly classically shaped hunting dog. He looks like he modeled the dogs on grecian pottery or hopped out of one of those 1700's paintings of stags at bay that would hang in the smoking rooms of the guys that funded the pillaging of the Americas but I digress. Sometimes I feel bad that I can't indulge him in what he was bred to do, because he loves scent-tracking and flushing geese and he damn near got me arrested in Grand Teton National park after he chewed through his leash and went haring off after a pronghorn antelope for half a mile at roughly mach fuck before the damn thing finally crossed a river and I was able to grab Charlie because he doesn't like getting his feetsies wet.

But today, we were on a walk in the local open space on a moderately muddy trail with fresh horse tracks in it. As in, we parked next to the horse trailer. The horse itself is actually perfecty visible about half a mile ahead of us.

But Charlie saw the tracks and went "I'm gonna scent-track this shit. I'm gonna hunt this motherfucking ungulate down by smell alone. I am truly the Nimrod of Dogs."

Full Instinct takeover happens. Head down, nose to the ground, pulling on his martingale hard enough that I could have hooked him up to a sled, stopping and dramatically pointing at road apples and bits of nibbled grass until I acknowledge that he has Identified An Article. He is having a GREAT time doing this, so I'm just there, looking at the horse that we are slowly catching up to and going. "Yeah! You got it! Good Job!"

But I'm also walking Herschel, who is a Corgi and he loves Activities, so he sees his big brother doing this and goes "OH BOY! AN ACTIVITY!!" and is trying his darndest to copy what Charlie's doing. Except he doesn't have a damn clue what is happening so he's slapping his livestock-bullying instincts on these horse tracks as hard as he can and just. Barking at horse shit to alert me to it's existence. Stalk-posing at the gras Charlie is pointing at, in case it jumps up and tries to run off. I think he thought perhaps they were herding an Invisible Cow and BY GOD it wasn't gonna run lose on his watch. Wherever it was.

Eventually, we get to about 100 feet behind the horse, which is an older Pinto out for a nice stroll and some fresh air and at this distance, Charlie decides that we're probably close enough for my dumb, relatively sensorily deprived human ass to see the horse, but just to make sure, he POINTS.

He's so fucking good at pointing. Perfectly still. Perfectly straight back and tail. Head up and ears forward. Front paw up and at the ready. Little diamond shape of back hackles up in excitement. Determined, unblinking lazer-eyed stare at the target. He looks like a very carnivorous hood ornament, the distilled essence of Hunting Dog, in a perfect scuptural pose. It's downright artistic. Inspiring even

Herschel is DELIGHTED, because he might not understand scent-tracking but he DID learn how to Point from Charlie and copies his pose exactly.

It has almost exactly the opposite emotional effect.

A Pointing Corgi is the most canine clownshoes nonsense possible. Herschel's pose is flawless of course, he learned from the Master, but the perfectly straight back looks funny as hell with a perfectly straight nub of a tail. His head is up and his gaze is locked but instead of predatory intent his face is EXTREMELY excited about this new Giant Friend and thier giant ankles he can barely wait to launch himself at and his face is about 80% Big Dumb Corgi Grin. Instead of Charlie's minute, even delicate hackles, Herschel has a full-body length doggy mowhawk, which is a good three inches long at the peaks over his shoulders and hips, ruining the sleek image and making him look like he just came out of the dryer and is still full of static electricity.

And, of course.

The Paw.

The Front Paw is up and at the ready- he and Charlie are both right-pawed apparently- and on his little stubby Corgi legs it looks like a toddler trying to use a smartphone. He thinks he's doing exactly what the Big Dogs do, but he only has these tiny feets.

Anyway, that's how they made a Jogger laugh so hard she ran into a garbage can.

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Question: If you could choose only one, what would it be?

Options:

Freeze time long enough for you to rest/catch up on things/get your shit together any time you need to.

Bring a loved one back.

See five years into the future, but just once.

Go back to before the moment you made That mistake.

Meet your soulmate tomorrow.

Get a second chance to apologize properly.

Send a message/word of advice to your past self.

Benevolent curse: if you see a dog (any dog, but it must be in real life) on a Friday morning, your weekend will be excellent.

Wake up in a new life in which you're your parents/guardian's best friend, with your memories intact.

The ability to hear other people's thoughts for 24 hours.

#meet my soulmate tomorrow

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Thelma & Louise (1991) dir. Ridley Scott

#thelma & louise

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Let's not get caught. Let's keep going. Thelma & Louise (1991) dir. Ridley Scott

#thelma and louise

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Hannibal (2013-2015) Thelma & Louise (1991)

#hannibal #thelma and louise #just watched this movie because of this gifset #and I'm gonna have Feelings about this for a while lmao

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I've ordered some rugs for my house which not only do I hope will help a little with the perpetual sound issues from my neighbours, it also makes me feel very adult. Like look at me I do not only just have a couch and a thrifted little table and chair, I also have a RUG.

#yes i am 34 what about it #anyway i found a rug in my favourite colour that was priced down from 150 to 40 euro so hell yeah

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If you guys were on here at 11 years old what would you be posting about

#pokemon and dragonball z probably #then move on to the rasmus and start going into punk/rock music and also gay ships

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"Whats your favorite memory?" questions are such bullshit I literally don't remember that shit it just occasionally comes to me in divine flashes and leaves indefinitely

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#CANDY MOUNTAIN CANDY CAVE CHAAARLIIIEEEEE

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turn up that fucking hurdy gurdy

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Great news everyone. There was a kitten wandering in the drive thru at work and my inner warrior cats kid tried to be a hero and capture him.

I have now suffered multiple puncture wounds and have to go to the emergency room.

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BLACK SAILS ➤ Timestamp Roulette 3x10 | XXVIII. 🧡 @idontwikeit 🧡

#black sails