HAPPY FIRST CONTACT DAY !!! don’t worry guys only 39 more years until we meet the vulcans 🖖
Godzilla Minus One Visual Effects Team Wins Best Visual Effects (with their Godzilla action figures) | 96th Academy Awards
Ryan Gosling performing “I’m Just Ken” at the Oscars 2024
i’ve been using your skinny boyfriend as a bookmark lately when you’re gone and Um well I hate to tell you this but he fell out of my book at the library and I can’t find him
claimed by the sea 🔱
Sitting down to watch godzilla minus 1: aw fuck yeah, super awesome giant monster
Godzilla minus 1: Your past burdens aren't yours to bear alone. Leaning on the help of others is what allows you to move forward. You don't have to sacrifice yourself for the future, the future is something we all build together.
Me, quietly sobbing: what t he fuck
Sally: Percy, remember the stories I’ve told you - the Greek myths - I’ve been preparing you for the day when you have to grapple with what you are. Hold on to those stories. Be strong. Brave the storm.
Grover: Percy. Listen. I have been prepping you for your destiny via Mythomagic cards. The Minotaur will be wearing tighty-whities. Remember this it will be important.
all the pjo stuff is makin me nostalgic
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS
I Accidentally Vaporize My Pre-Algebra Teacher (1x01)
any concern about the show not being an accurate portrayal of the characters and specifically percy jackson evaporated the minute he asked his mom if she fell in love with jesus. they understand percy on a spiritual level
bottling some more assorted things for patreon last month
anyways, happy out of touch Thursday/21st night of September crossover event everyone.
never gonna shut up about this i'm sorry
POV: Your Master's thesis on the quantum mechanics of space cat is due in an hour but it's also nap time.
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy