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Looking forward to longer days, but enjoying these beautiful nights. Happy solstice!

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if you see this post you are obligated to reblog and tell me something good that happened to you this year

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Do you like fairytales 🧚?

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Car accents 🐈😺

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I spoke briefly at my grandparents’ funeral, a short memory about my grandmother, in her 80’s, blowing her straw wrapper at my grandfather with a sly grin and him laughing and doing it right back. That we were all so lucky to see the second chance at love and happiness growing up. It was off the cuff, but included her, in a service that was mostly about him.

What I should have said was this:

I am the only grandchild who can’t operate a bobcat (a small excavator). I was, and am, an incurable girlie-girl. My grandfather didn’t quite know what to make of me, given all my other cousins were happy to go to the farm and get in the dirt.

He still gave me a frog sticker (pocketknife), just like everyone else, with the advice “you never know when you’ll need one.” and I carry one in my purse to this day.

I never heard the man say “I love you.” but for my 16th birthday he gave me a string of pearls, my birthstone, with the note that “every woman should have nice jewelry”. I wore them at the funeral.

When I moved into my first apartment, he gave me a rolling pin, “for making pies and keeping the boys in line” he said. It’s the only rolling pin I use when rolling out pie crust. It’s kept a few boys in line along the way too.

When we’d visit, I would more likely be found with my grandmother; in the craft room, baking, shopping. She quilted, gardened, painted, invented recipes, cross-stitched, made an entire wardrobe of clothes for my American Girl doll. I bake, I paint, I embroider, I can fix a seam and resew a button. I can grow my own vegetables and I carry a frog sticker. I wear my pearls. I hate cherry pie but I would give anything to bake him one more. I’ll even use the terrible canned cherries he loved instead of fresh ones.

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For Christmas this year, I got a Jurassic Park Velociraptor toy, and even though it’s now a few days past Christmas, I decided to make this stopmotion video because I couldn’t stop laughing at the idea. Enjoy!

Animated with Stop Motion Studio Pro app on my iPad.

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Morfydd Clark on playing Galadriel

(requested by anon)

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Can your spice tolerance be described as stereotypically "white "?

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You know if I was a full time weaver I would stand ominously over people

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It's very funny to me that the stereotypical gelatinous cube is bright fucking green when the monster itself is almost perfectly transparent. Like its gimmick is that it's a monster that imitates an empty 10x10 hallway. How many people have fallen victim to gelatinous cubes because they "know" that the ooze is bright green and so don't bother to check the suspiciously clean corridor in front of them.

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christian looking at satine <3 MOULIN ROUGE! (2001) dir. BAZ LUHRMANN

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Accidentally created a ballet au with doodling. Also a cuddle

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and the force is with me

happy 8th anniversary, rogue one! 💕

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every single photo I see of Kirby, the baby Asian elephant born at Houston Zoo, is absolutely killing me

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The world premiere of the film "Rogue One: A Star Wars Story" in Hollywood, California, U.S.

December 10, 2016.

🎇🎇🎇

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I witnessed something wonderful on my walk today.

We went down to the park, where the lake drains under a footbridge into a stone-lined gully that someone generous might call a creek. Usually it’s a trickle at best, but it poured last night, and the water was still moving pretty briskly. 

As we got closer, I heard kids yelling, so we went over to have a look. I was nervous, because earlier this summer we’d seen a mother cat and her kittens hanging out a few times in the (then bone dry) spillway. We hadn’t seen them in over a month, but I didn’t want to think of them being there when the water started coming down.

Instead, when I looked over the side of the bridge, I saw a skinny kid (maybe 8-10 years old) carrying an enormous catfish clasped in both arms.

The catfish had to be the length of this kid’s torso, and it was flopping around trying to escape, but the kid doggedly kept climbing over mud and slippery rocks until he reached the lake and chucked the fish in. And behind him came… another kid, holding a fish.

When the lake flooded, it must’ve washed a bunch of these catfish downstream, where they collected in pools. Now the water levels are starting to go down, and the fish are trapped, doomed to dry up and die. Not on these kids’ watch. As we watched, they rescued four fish, and one of the adults present said there were at least six left. The kids showed no sign of stopping. This is the kind of thing you love as a kid, a life or death mission you can throw your heart and soul into while getting gleefully covered in muck and slime. I was tempted to offer my assistance, but this was their Quest, and I did not want to impose.

When we continued on, the Great Fish Rescue was still going strong. Godspeed, kids. In a time of such great discord and meanspirited behavior, you will live on in my memory as a beacon of goodwill.