Thinking of the larger context of LOTR and like, the fellowship swapping old war stories and shit and Sam just says “Yeah I killed a huge spider…Shelob, I think?”

And Gandalf just blinks and is like, “You what now?”

“Yeah, killed it. Had to save Frodo”

Gandalf elects not to tell Sam that he killed the spawn of a primordial demon.

the daughter of the embodiment of darkness which ate the original sun and moon and almost ate the devil.

That's not important. What is important is that it was a danger to Mister Frodo.

You were the caretaker for the mythical beasts of the royal family. Yesterday they decided to replace you with some incompetent noble, before kicking you out of the castle. You then spent the night in a nearby forest. However today you were awakened by the beasts who chose to follow you.

I’m not good with people.

I never have been. I’ve tried, but I’ve never been good with people. I’m always saying the wrong thing, and usually I don’t know what the wrong thing was until a lot later, until I’m thinking about what I said. In the town I grew up in, I was known for being simple.

I don’t think I am, but I understand why they think that- I’m not good at making the words in my head match the words I say.

But I am good with animals. Always have been. Lots of people are, I’m not special, or anything. Mam taught me.

Animals speak their own language, and it’s a lot simpler to figure out. They’re not people, they don’t understand us. A lot of people who are bad at animals expect that. They think an animal should understand them perfectly. They think animals have human impulses, human urges, a human understanding of the world.

And they don’t.

sure, i'll drink the pink swirly potion that released a little heart shaped cloud when you uncorked it. what's the worst that could happen

Jonathan's slow evolution from mild mannered cinnamon roll to white haired murder eyed baddass whilst somehow not only remaining the ultimate Wifeguy but levelling up in both wifeguy and baddass simultaneously is one of the worst losses from all the adaptations.

The grip he had on that leaf... he wanted to go up

This video reads like a Calvin and Hobbs comic

That strangled "let go off the leaf" cracks me up each time

The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner

Life hack: if you can't find canon blorbo-stabbing, homemade is fine

literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified ‘that girl’ in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro

op managed to swing a bat at 2 hornets nests in one go

best season finale ever go watch this show

I’m gnashing my teeth like a child of Cain

If this is a prison I’m willing to bite my own chain

if you like a piece of media that is good eventually youll more or less run out of things to say about how good it is but if you like a piece of media that is objectively pretty mediocre but also somehow deeply compelling thats how the demons get you

the fight is harder each year.

gotta keep going because nothing ever stops.

you deserve to be new and whole.

apparently one whale years ago was observed doing this for hours and now more and more whales in the area are seen copying it so we think it’s a whole new behavior and it seems to be a response to shrinking food sources.

Instead of expending any energy actively hunting, the whale just holds its mouth open wherever fish are being hunted by birds. To escape the birds, the fish try to hide in the whale’s mouth because it’s a darker area that looks like shelter. …They’re turning into giant, sea-mammal pitcher plants.

https://onlinelibrary.wiley.com/doi/epdf/10.1111/mms.12557?referrer_access_token=bXLTS5BeSw_vlIKHkM0bYIta6bR2k8jH0KrdpFOxC654HjreJ8D19K86UreR5JPsSRb0CuGhiJSV1L1ht-N1Gf_K_1a9MREFzQGU9oJDNctsKDin_HXcYEdsLg3EbcTl

Yeah little creatures love to hide so a number of predators have taken advantage of that and what’s EXTRA fucked up is that another example includes a starfish:

the Ambush Star, pretending to be a shrimp gazebo

THE GAZEBO HUNGERS…

Sweet Dreams

Goodnight, my little dulcet one, And sail through a starry sea. Your dreams have only just begun.

In waking life, you cannot run; But when you sleep, your wings are free. Goodnight, my little dulcet one.

And who'd stop you from soaring? None! They can't, when your mind holds the key. Your dreams have only just begun.

So dream the fantasies I've spun! Let fade the squawking birds of three. Goodnight, my little dulcet one.

A dreamer's work is never done, And you're as busy as a bee. Your dreams have only just begun.

So sleep, my pet, for everyone— And dream a honey dream for me. Goodnight, my little dulcet one. Your dreams have only just begun.