How does anything get done on the set of Good Omens when David Tennant look like THAT
We keep him in a box until we're ready to shoot.
:D :D :D
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How does anything get done on the set of Good Omens when David Tennant look like THAT
We keep him in a box until we're ready to shoot.
:D :D :D
There you are, innocently eating tapas at a restaurant, when you hear boss fight music behind you:
(He'll have the Caesar salad, gracias.)
This 10 meter tall statue of Augustus looms over Puerta Cinegia Gastronómica, a dining/shopping mall in Zaragoza, Spain. Augustus founded the town as Caesaraugusta (hence Zara-agoza) over 2000 years ago as a colony for veterans of the Cantabrian Wars, and many Roman ruins are still visible. I now want to visit Zaragoza.
Everyone commenting "This is terrifying":
A) You are 100% correct!
B) This is only the top half of the statue. He has feet!
And C) they had to take apart and reassemble him to fit him inside the building! Ever wanted to see a Roman emperor topless?
He's just standing there. Menacingly. Ruining people's lunches.
I was about to make a post about like… how my family has this lemon tree out front, and one of the funniest things about having a lemon tree is occasionally I’ll be out in front doing whatever and I’ll see someone walking past and quickly grab a lemon off the tree and stuff it in their pockets as quick as they can like they’re shoplifting.
I was about to make a post about how that’s funny and how, y’know people can have our lemons, it’s not a big deal because the tree pumps them out like gangbusters, but I really can’t make that post without thinking of… them…
I’ll admit it, OP. As soon as you mentioned your family had a lemon tree in their yard I wanted to ask you how they were dealing with the whore infestation.
I did this with a fig tree once while hungover as shit and on a walk of shame. Best damn figs I ever ate in my LIFE.
when i was a teenager in san diego i was an absolutely unrepentant orange thief. climbed a fence to reach a particularly good pomegranate too. scrumping is a noble tradition of whores stretching back centuries and i won’t hear a word against it
I understood what it meant from the context, but I had to look it up cuz no fucking way is that a real word. And
It is. Scrumping.
The three kinds of bird species name
1. God’s Specialist Little Boy
2. Hot Breasted Milf
3. Grey Bird With Brown Head
4. Walter’s Fingernail
The Bearded Vulture is the only known animal whose diet is almost exclusively bone.
The bone-eating giant bird which coats itself minerals like copper to get its rusty hue for unknown cosmetic reasons, most likely to show dominance. The brighter the hue, the more dominant the male.
They probably need the copper because its anti-bacterial properties. useful if you’re a carrion eater.
The bird has a 9 ft wingspan.
Bearded Vultures provide an indispensable service to the ecosystem, checking the spread of disease by consuming corpses. But the bearded’s diet is 95 percent bone. It can wait for the other scavengers to strip the body clean, then stroll in at its leisure to take its fill.
so, i live on the fourth floor of an apartment building that faces a fairly busy street; it’s on a hill so car noises are pretty regular over the course of the day. because i’m high above the street, you obviously can’t see the cars unless you look out the window, right? but sometimes the sun reflects off the car roofs or whatever, and so there’ll be a light on my ceiling as a car passes by.
so my cat? whenever he hears a loud engine, day or night, he looks at my ceiling. even if there is no refraction going on. to him, those are the sounds of light on the ceiling. sometimes the light appears and there is a loud noise. it’s 8pm and a truck just passed and he watched the ceiling as the car moved past my windows – no reflection this time of night, but trucks are ceiling creatures and i just think that’s such a like – it’s a good correlation, buddy!! you figured it out!! you’re wrong but you’re so smart!!
this is NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING FROM THIS POST but anyway here’s my cat stalking trucks (on the ceiling)
25 hours later and rip my phone battery and i’m thinking i should’ve named my cat plato….or y’know……….at all
response to some common tags on this post:
Everyone agrees! Your intestines squirming around like eels in your belly is horrifying!
The racks even have hooks to keep them from squirming right off and onto the floor apparently. They desperately want to escape our bodies
Intestines are muscles, and function involuntarily. If your muscles did not squirm around, then they wouldn’t be able to move food through them, thus you wouldn’t gain any nutrients from anything you eat, and the food would spoil and make you sick. I agree the squirmy wormies are a bit unsettling, but hey it’s actually really good for you! Your intestines work so hard for it! Please give them a little love.
I don’t like that get them out
Okay…this is unsettling.
This post is actually my nightmare
Breaking News! You are full of eels!
Thanks, I hate it!
ok now lets hear from the people who think this fucks and is cool as hell
As someone who’s had my guts taken out and rearranged, can I split the difference and say both?
The squirming didn’t bother me much, until they chopped out the bad bits and accidentally sewed one of the good bits back *backwards*. It took a week for that segment to sort itself out and stop twitching THE WRONG WAY, but I’m happy to assure you that much like wearing vision inverting glasses, it *did* recalibrate itself eventually.
But when they restuffed me, obviously since it was a solid two foot shorter if nothing else, nothing was where it used to be, *and somehow I can tell*.
It’s been a decade now, but it *still* bothers me, that the digestion path is Wrong. God even knows how I can even tell, but God abandonned us a long time ago.
if you're just joining us, george takei is having to educate jk rowling on holocaust denial
She could have easily looked this up before replying, but no, in her mind, trans people- trans women especially- are new, recent, an invention of modern times that are simply whining about failure to receive special, preferential treatments
In this reality, it would be so ludicrous to imply otherwise- that trans people have ALWAYS BEEN HERE, and have faced genuine oppression, not just 'not getting extra priveleges', but real, actual, systemic violence and destruction- is such a ridiculous concept, the possibility that it was true didn't even cross her mind.
Like finding out your "dramatic, lazy" coworker always "faking sick" was just diagnosed with cancer.
She isn't open to receiving new information and growing as a person because she's already decided what she wants to believe. She doesn't WANT to learn otherwise. She just wants to hate trans women
"Costume party at the Institute for Sexual Research in Berlin, date and photographer unknown. Magnus Hirschfeld (in glasses) holds hands with his partner, Karl Giese (center). Credit: Magnus-Hirschfeld-Gesellschaft e.V., Berlin"
The Forgotten History of the World's First Trans Clinic by Brandy Schillace for Scientific American
cats would be so fucking upset if they understood they were missing out on the ability to lie verbally
Frank Paton - Witness my Act and Deed (1882)
Absolutely fucking dying over the name of this painting. We've had cats figured out since day fucking one
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm
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“But you dont seem like someone with depression”
Sorry, let me just:
Stańczyk by Jan Matejko, 1862
in a medieval groupchat nobody would make fun of your typo they would just assume that its a new spelling youre going with and roll with it
I will not be silenced.
On this, the anniversary of the lunar landing, let us also celebrate the greatest post-mission achievement by a crewman.
I refer, of course, to the time Buzz Aldrin (age 72 at the time) cold-cocked a moon landing conspiracy theorist straight in his smug face after being accused of being a coward, liar, and thief.
Yes, someone was indeed dumb enough to tell a man so unafraid of death that he was willing to go into the void on a fragile explosive rocket, a coward.
Said dumbass was filming this confrontation as some sort of proof of moon fraud, but has instead captured this glorious moment of near-cosmic justice for us to loop for all time.
Aldrin was not charged with any crime. He should have been given another medal for public service.