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Just messaging my friend about how The Tortured Poets Department is out tomorrow!! And it made me think that that is defo an album that Joe Al Kaysani would listen to on the title alone. And then when I typed in poets it autocorrected to priests and tbh ‘The Tortured Priests Department’ is probably right up Nicky’s street
Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter featured in The Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Jean Moreau
The cryptids love being brushed, and they've discovered that if they catch me at the sink in the morning, combing my hair, I'll give them a quick comb as well. For several months now I've emerged from the shower every day to two impatient cats yelling for their morning salon styling. I got them a smaller, finer-toothed comb than mine, and they know which one is theirs and get excited when I pick it up.
Polk has also been suffering from dry skin, so I bought a bottle of spray moisturizer for cats, and every morning I spray their comb with moisturizer and then give them a brushing. It does make their coats very soft and Polk is less itchy all the time. But what I've realized is that aside from the shower, combing my hair is really the only morning toilette I do. I don't use product, but my cats do.
Which means, functionally, that my cats now have a more extensive morning beauty routine than I do.
[ID: Two photos; the first shows Dearborn the tortie, lying on the sofa amid heaps of pillows, lit by the sun and looking a little wild. The second shows just the face of Polk the tabby as she crouches on the duvet, peering out from under a pair of grey striped pajamas she has nestled into. They both look like they have very soft, sleek fur, because they do.]
jean being revealed to be the same age as neil should not be as emotionally devastating as it is
How does literally everyone have a complicated and obsessive relationship with Kevin Day??? What is going on here???
Little pianist 🎵
I've been slogging through my very long Watch Later on youtube do you guys wanna see some of my favorites
this one was just. wildly unexpected. impossible to guess where this one's going from the title alone. also why is this child doing investigative journalism he's like 9. I was entertained though.
I looooooved this one I love it I love it so much! great look at how culture informs costuming!
Alexander Avila I am obsessed with you. your mind. I watched so many more of his videos after this.
Khadija's vids tend to be pretty hit or miss for me, but this one makes some really thought-provoking connections!
Yes Neil ordered a hit on Jean's abuser, was a bitch to the FBI but also the little things?? How he deliberately made the FBI wait so that he could finish his drink... It wasn't just to piss them off but to give Jean some time to process his sister's death and he does that so casually, asks if Jean wants to take a way out from the escape exit because obviously he's already noticed all the escapes. When Browning asks about Jean's scars, he says he's French and runs off his mouth, yeah total bitch behaviour but that was also in order to help Jean. On the way back in the car he uses Jean's sister to show him that just because he's a Moreau doesn't mean he deserved how he was treated and he also should be loved, only then did Jean start feeling differently about enduring. Because he is Jean moreau, he will endure. And then finally, how much does he have to?
In the next tsc book, I neeeed an interaction between Jean's mostly normal USC friends and Neil, who just drops by to check on him or smth. Like I want to see Trojans` reaction to Neil whole thing and his brand of caring (verbally eviscerating anyone who hurts his friends and straight up ordering a hit on them)
He's already batshit from Jean's pov and I gotta know what normal ppl think
Fanfiction don't hit the same after watching Neil order a hit on a napkin while eating Thai food
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A facebook post by Tiffany Pitts The text reads:
An Argument In Favor of Video Games From a Quarantined Mother #Quaranteens #WTFparenting My 15 yo son has spent every second of his free time during this pandemic hanging out online, playing video games with his friends. He started by ranking up to the elite tiers of Apex Legends. I am told this is quite a feat. Honestly, I believe it because it took him and his friend 6 hours a day for a week to rank that high. After that came Sea of Thieves. He joined up with more friends and sailed the digital oceans until piracy lost it’s shine. Also, when two friends started arguing in game. 2 nights ago they made a plan to meet up as a big group on Fortnight. None of them really play Fortnight much anymore because the crowd is a little younger. But they didn’t want to work too hard at playing, they just wanted to hang out. Last night, six of them met up again on Fortnight to hang out and play. They were goofing off, doing stupid teenager stuff, when they met a solo player named JamMaster. Sometimes if they meet solo players that are pretty chill, they’ll join forces. JamMaster seemed pretty young but he was by himself and they were having fun showing him what they knew about the game. They invited him to join their crew. Pretty soon they discovered that their first impressions were correct. JamMaster WAS much younger than they were - only 10 years old. They also discovered that it was his birthday in the morning. The boys realized that JamMaster had been hanging out by himself all night, on the eve of his 1 Ith birthday- which he would be spending by himself in quarantine. CLEARLY SOMETHING HAD TO BE DONE. Y'ALL, THEY THREW HIM AN 11TH BIRTHDAY PARTY They took him on a bunch of adventures, gave him all the loot they could, helped him win a few battles, and made his stay up until midnight so they could all sing happy birthday to him. This morning, as my son told me about their adventures and all the fun they had, I started to cry. I was trying to say something like “Oh that’s so nice” but tears just started spilling down my cheeks. He could not understand why. But…but… CAN YOU IMAGINE? The disappointment of being quarantined for your 1 Ith birthday only to be met by a random six-pack of teenage gamers who decide you’re awesome and want to throw you a birthday party? What a roller coaster. What an experience. What an incredible thing to do for a young gamer. In conclusion: video games, hell yeah.
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I think this woman is also a quality mom, because how many moms listen enough to what their kid is interested in to know what game they’re playing and how much time they’ve invested, and to listen to them talk about their game enough to hear a story like this? maybe it’s more common than i expect but this is the kind of engagement with my interests i craved as a kid
Absolutely obsessed with Jean specifically requesting to have to sign a contract saying he has to be nice in order to get himself to do it
let my boy kevin day scrunch his nose in concentration
My absolute hottest take is that, from a culturally relative perspective, no food is bad. None of it. It's an expression of culture, art, history, ecology, material conditions, subjective taste. It's all inedible pap to somebody and the taste of childhood for someone else. Americans be eating cheesed burger. Pea wet is as good as gravy in Wigan. The French eat snails and the Inuit eat seal, the Germans eat sauerkraut and the Russians drink kvass, the Inca ate cavy and the Romans ate flamingo. People around the world have been eagerly awaiting their serving of simple bread or thin porridge or fermented milk product or pickled whatever-the-fuck since we learned to cook food over fire. We all love the slop we grew up eating. Food is a reflection of millennia of culture and loving human artistic expression. Attempting to extrapolate largely harmless online food banter into actual serious comparative rankings or half-baked critical analyses of cultures based on how much you subjectively don't like what they eat is a miserable way to live. Live a little. Peace and love on the only planet with food.
This is a post of critical support for bland English cuisine and unhinged Brazilian pizzas and everything else I don't understand. Turning food, something literally every person on earth enjoys, into a moral or cultural judgement is, well, if it's not full-blown reactionary and parochial... then it's at least kind of nasty, huh?
