#wild moccasins

[sophiaphile]

Zahira - U&I R EVERYWHERE

[thebotanicalarcade]

Ohio Spring Wildflower Field Guide

[adventuresofalgy]

It was a braw, bright October morning, but with a keen, penetrating wind from the north-east: a day which was undeniably lovely to look at, but not quite so delightful to be out and about in, with the temperature allowing for wind chill only around a raw 5 or 6 degrees celsius…

But if there is one thing that any resident of the Highlands – or indeed the bitter east coast of Scotland – learns before anything else, it is to find themselves a nice wee sheltered spot out of the wind on a day such as this. So Algy did exactly that, tucking himself down comfortably among the fading clumps of heather on the banks of the burn, in the shelter of a gorse thicket which had grown to a consdierable size since he last visited this spot, no doubt owing to an abundance of rain throughout the summer.

Having solved the problem of how to convey the water to those of his friends overseas who were suffering excessive heat and drought, Algy turned his thoughts to other friends, who today were fleeing from the ravages of a hurricane. But alas, there was little that a fluffy bird could do in the face of the wind, as he knew only too well. And although the winds on the wild west coast of the Scottish Highlands were frequently much too strong for comfort, Algy knew that they were nevertheless mild compared with the ferocity of a tropical storm or hurricane which could tear apart any fluffy bird who attempted to stand in its way. He could only hope that the humans who were facing such winds today would manage to find a sheltered spot, just as he had done:

There came a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doors As from an Emerald Ghost - The Doom's electric Moccasin The very instant passed - On a strange Mob of panting Trees And Fences fled away And Rivers where the Houses ran Those looked that lived - that Day - The Bell within the steeple wild The flying tidings told - How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the World!

[Algy is quoting the poem There came a Wind like a Bugle by the 19th century American poet Emily Dickinson.]

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom!

A little blurb I couldn’t get out of my head: 🤷

The stormy night before the mission, after they've just had their last round of mind-blowing reunion sex and Bradley is sleeping soundly against his chest — Jake tells him a story. 

He never talks about where he grew up, about his childhood. He still doesn't, but he shares a tiny piece of himself with a sleeping Bradley, who can't judge him for it.

“My mother’s name was Susie Wind, before she married my father and became a Seresin.” He pauses, biting his lip, because that isn't fair — not to her, not really. “My mother’s name was Beswewe, it means Echo Maker. When she was a baby, as I've been told, she used to mimic the sounds of the sandhill cranes that nested on the lake they lived beside. My grandparents were already elders when they had her, their little miracle. She was born on Gaa-waabaabiganikaag, the White Earth reservation, and my father took her away from them. She thought she loved him, but she was just a girl. By the time she realized the monster he was — there was me.” 

Bradley snuffles in his sleep, squirming closer, as if the pitter-patter of Jake’s tears on the sheets is enough to disturb him. “My grandfather named me, you know. He left the rez one night after I was born, the night of a really bad storm, and he used it as cover to sneak up to our shed. My mother was waiting there, wet and wild in the darkness, certain that my father would be close behind her and she hurriedly gave my grandfather the tobacco he needed to name me. Baashkikwa’am, it means He Who Brings Thunder.” 

The storm outside rages on, not unlike the storm that brought him into the world, and Jake smiles, wobbly and tearful. “When my mother was dying, she told me a story and it means that I'm going to ask you for a favor. I don't expect you to remember any of this, Bradshaw, but I’ll leave a note and if you love me, or if you ever did: bury me with moccasins on my feet. I have them… tucked into a box. I've had them since my first deployment. I need you to bury me as soon as possible in those, if I die tomorrow. So that when I walk through the lands of my ancestors, Gaagige Minawaanigozigiwining: the land of everlasting happiness, they will know my footprints. Then, you have to take the charcoal in the box and smudge it all over your face, so the death doesn't take you too. Sometimes, it gets confused.” 

Jake then curls his body around Bradley’s, dragging up the blankets to cocoon them both in the warmth for as long as he possibly can. 

[miqo-tales]

Glamtober - Match your Mount

Aim For The Heart

Neo Kingdom Chapeau of Aiming (Undyed / Dalamud Red)

Zormor Poncho of Aiming (Dalamud Red / Shadow Blue)

Pagos Field Dressing

Falconer's Bottoms (Mole Brown)

Expeditioner's Moccasins

River's Gear

Wild Ride barding

Isle Pioneer's Barding

Wild Ride Barding

(When I got the Wild Ride barding, I decided it's canon that River kept stealing S'era's hat, so she got one for River to wear.)

[candycryptids]

Glamtober Day 10- Pirates or Cowboys Full prompt list [Here]

Mindy doesn’t like Urianger, because when Urianger is around Mochiie pays less attention to her. And makes her so annoying things, like lean down so he can kiss Urianger’s forehead before leaving on any kinda trip. Also if he’s talking to Urianger he’s not giving her pets OR extra apple snacks but he’s holding the lead so she can’t wander off and steal acquire carrots from his backpack. (She likes Thancred better, who brings delicious pixie apples to crunch on…. Because he’s rifling around Mochiie’s thinfs for a bottle of wine and doesn’t want to ruffle Mindy’s feathers.)

Glam list, filters, Bonuses, and a Full body for Urianger under the cut!

Mindy is sporting- Wild Ride Barding [head] Tuali Barding [body] Yojimbo Barding [legs]

Mochiie is wearing- Anemos Hat - Snow White Holy Rainbow Shirt Of Striking - Honey Yellow Auri Armguard - Cactuar Green Tantalus Breeches Expeditioner's Moccasins Menphina's Earring Goatskin Ring

Urianger is wearing- Turali Traveler's Shirt False Nails - Hunter Green Spring Skirt - Dark Purple Turali Trader's Shoes Azeyma's Earring

Shaders used are [In Living A Lie- Neo Portraiture] , [Fairy- Eat Pray Love], [In Living a Lie- Tuliyollal]

Poor Mindy. She doesn’t love sharing Mochiie’s attention……

You want Pirates? I also have a Pirate post [Here]

[littlefeather-wolf]

In the rugged plains of South Dakota, where the wind carried tales of old and the earth held the memories of ancestors, there lived a girl named Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha. Her name meant Red Rose, a testament to her Lakota heritage passed down from her mother, who herself was a daughter of the plains.

Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha's story began at a crossroads of cultures. Her father, a white man of European descent, had come to the territory seeking adventure and fortune. It was during his travels that he met her mother, a woman of grace and resilience, who captured his heart with her wisdom and deep connection to the land ...

From a young age, Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha embraced both sides of her lineage. Her father taught her the ways of the settlers: reading from books, navigating the world of letters and numbers, and sharing stories of distant lands beyond the horizon. Her mother, on the other hand, instilled in her the traditions of the Lakota people: the art of storytelling, the reverence for nature, and the songs that echoed through the ages ...

As Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha grew, so did her curiosity about her dual heritage. She loved to roam the plains, feeling the pulse of the earth beneath her moccasins, and listening to the whispers of the wind that carried the spirits of her ancestors. Her mother taught her the language of the Lakota, and together they would gather herbs and berries, weaving them into baskets adorned with intricate patterns that told stories of abundance and gratitude.

One fateful day, a scout from Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show stumbled upon their camp. Intrigued by Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha's striking features and her natural grace, he invited her to join the spectacle that toured the country, showcasing the life and culture of the frontier. Despite initial hesitation, her mother saw an opportunity for her daughter to bridge the gap between worlds, to share the beauty and resilience of their people with those who knew little of their ways.

Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha's debut was met with awe and admiration. Dressed in traditional regalia adorned with beads and feathers, she danced with the spirit of her ancestors, her movements telling stories of hunting buffalo on the plains, of celebrating victories and mourning losses. Her voice carried melodies that spoke of love and longing, of hope and resilience.

As she traveled with the Wild West Show, Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha became a symbol of cultural pride and unity. Audiences marveled at her performances, not just for their entertainment value but for the deeper understanding they imparted about the Lakota way of life. Through her, they saw the strength and dignity of a people who had endured adversity and continued to thrive.

Yet, amid the applause and admiration, Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha remained grounded in her roots. She wrote letters to her mother in their native tongue, sharing stories of the places they visited and the people they met. She spoke of the challenges of being caught between two worlds, of the longing to belong fully to both yet realizing the beauty in her unique identity.

Years passed, and Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha's fame spread far and wide. She became an ambassador of peace and understanding, using her platform to advocate for the rights of Native peoples and to bridge the gap between cultures. Her performances continued to inspire generations, reminding them of the importance of respecting and preserving diverse traditions.

Wa-Ka-Cha-Sha, Red Rose of the plains, lived a life that bloomed with courage and compassion. Her legacy, like the petals of a red rose unfurling in the morning sun, continues to touch hearts and minds, reminding us of the power of embracing our differences and celebrating our shared humanity.

[torif0xx]

Sims 4 Infant CC Clothes

Hey peeps, so I compiled all my fav infant cc clothes, shoes, hats and socks.

Watch the video here: https://youtu.be/YfXUVgHu5uc

Infant Sweater and Rain Or Shine Tank by @storysims

Cheez Rompers + socks and Logan Onesies by @onyxsims

Graphics Pyjama Conversion by @toxxicsims

Little Onesies, Funfetti Onesies and Bonnets by @plumbaleena

Rainbow Joy Onesie, Care Bear Onesies, Floral Set and Cow Onesie by @thesimallie

Infant Onesie Recolor by @pinksimz

Infant Socks and Teddy Bear Onesies by @pinkglacierz

Trillyke Teddy Slipper Conversion, Animal Socks and Moccasins by @simiracle

Unicorn Bow Hat and Pom Pom Hat by @theseprettylittlepixels

Squiggle Dress by @dudleystrailer

Pastel Romper Set, Quilted Sleeper Set and Quilted Floral Infant Sleeper by @simbeeez

Sparkly Cowprint Onesie Recolor and Cowprint Overalls by @ellieandra

Dino PJs by @lukewalegames

Lily Romper and Top @simplystefi

Puzzle Overalls and Dreamy PJs Set by @superflare

Wild Onesie by @strawberrylattesims

Woodland Critter Set by @jujuawesomebeans

Bebe dress by @thesimbiote

Unquilted Onesie by @spacecasesimmies

Quilted Onesie Recolour by @candlelightsimmer

Snowsuit Recolor by @aurora-borealis514

I’m a Wolfy Sweater and Hat by @tinysimmer

Hello Kitty Onesies by @cinnasims

Hattie Romper, Rosie Shoes and Bo Shoes by @georgiaglm

Crochet Hats by @feralpoodles

[josephquinnstyle]

Joseph Quinn is wearing Charles Jeffrey Loverboy's Mocassin Moggies in Black

PRICE:£759/$953

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION

Watch out, these Moccasin Moggies leave quite a scratch! Trust LOVERBOY to put the classic slip-on loafer in touch with its wild side. Crafted in Italy from leather and featuring fearsome claw detailing, nobody will mess with you in these.

[melmac78]

@katblu42 wrote: “I know practically nothing about Texas, other than it is big, and in the South of the USA. It seems to be portrayed as having fairly warm weather . . . but as large as it is, does it have regions of varying weather patterns? And in a similar vein, are there various areas of diverse vegetation/fauna?”

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In short, yes. I live in West Texas and mom in Southeast (about 500 or so miles apart), and we can have essentially two seasons. It can rain there and be bone dry here, and sometimes in the winter she asks me the temp so she can prepare the next day.

And it’s no exaggeration some parts of the state you can experience at least 3 seasons in the same day. I’m personally lucky in that I seem to have adapted to this particularly go here, which it’s frequent 2 seasons a day right now, but I get funny looks being in short sleeves in cooler weather because of it.

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Vegetation/fauna is definitely diverse. If I travel from home to Mom’s, in that 8 hour drive I go from:

• a flat area where most trees that aren’t mesquite were planted by settlers (you can tell where a house is/was based on clusters of trees), that grows cotton and feed if they aren’t an oil town

• area with mesas and wind turbines after leaving the Caprock, another ironically heavier oil area. The turbines are increasing to the point I joke they’re “Don Quixote’s nightmare.

• areas with thicker areas of trees that are shorter, oddly at times more prickly pear cactus, and bigger cities,

(This varies if I take the longer route - uncommon but I will in December to run a different St. Jude race - through Boerne/San Antonio where you go through the mesas and rolling plains again in the middle of the state, and unfortunately experience 40 mins. of cell phone dead zone. It’s bad to the point it’s LEGAL to go 80 mph to get through it)

• heavily wooded area and gentle hills.

And then if we go to Galveston or Corpus Christi there’s some marshy areas and then the coast.

The marshiest area is around La Porte I think, which is where the battle of San Jacinto was and the Texas fighters used this to an advantage.

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Wildlife varies. I see more wild turkey and pheasant here than east coast. I’ve seen a few roadrunners but they seem more prevalent in the Palo Duro Canyon.

Prairie dogs are far more common in west Texas. Amarillo’s minor league team’s mascot is Sodpoodles (a nickname) and Lubbock has one park dedicated to the black tail prairie dogs.

Anyone watching them I’d say don’t walk close: their town system underground makes it dangerous to walk lest you fall through a hole.

I definitely see more deer near moms along with raccoons. Skunks more often here: in the summer I must walk the cemetery in full daylight, not dusk as they seem to like living there more. (Just clarifying for folks: where I am the cemetery is the safest place to walk due to bad traffic and has a very high visibility).

Snakes are definitely a big issue all around. For the poisonous ones, West Texas more rattlers and coral while East copperheads and water moccasins (though up here we’ll see some copperheads).

Coast we see a lot of sea turtles nest there, particularly Kemp Ridley. There’s a lot of hatching ceremonies in the year where the state protects the turtles until they waddle into the Gulf to give them a fighting chance to survive.

I’m sure there’s even more than this, but it’s more of I’ve experienced here

Thanks for the ask.

[tanya-shiza]

Is it cold outside? // LMK Animatic

Yay! I did it! New animatic slide-show 😘😘😘 I already have an animatic with Behemoth, but I decided to slightly change my hairstyle (and boots. I love moccasins so much). Now, I don't have slicked back hair, but... I don't know, a mushroom hairstyle? 😄😄

Context:

On their next trip outside the Megalopolis, the Monkey Kid team stops at some temple to rest. While everyone is making themselves more comfortable, TanyaG decides that taking walk through dangerous mountains where demons may be hiding is a great idea. As a result, she falls into some cave right into the lair of the Behemoth. After the death of Lady Bone Demon, the Mystic Mayor went a bit wild and became a restless soul (obviously losing his humanity).

Few of my favorite footage(?):

Yes, it's myself. And you can't stop me. 😈

[kemetic-dreams]

Traditionally, the people now known as Cherokee refer to themselves as Aniyunwiya (ah nee yun wee yah), a name usually translated as "the Real People," sometimes "the Original People."

▪The Cherokee never had princesses. This is a concept based on European folktales and has no reality in Cherokee history and culture. In fact, Cherokee women were very powerful. They owned all the houses and fields, and they could marry and divorce as they pleased. Kinship was determined through the mother's line.

Clan mothers administered justice in many matters. Beloved women were very special women chosen for their outstanding qualities. As in other aspects of Cherokee culture, there was a balance of power between men and women. Although they had different roles, they both were valued.

▪The Cherokee never lived in tipis. Only the nomadic Plains tribes did. The Cherokee were southeastern woodland natives, and in the winter they lived in houses made of woven saplings, plastered with mud and roofed with poplar bark. In the summer they lived in open-air dwellings roofed with bark.

▪The Cherokee have never worn feathered headdresses except to please tourists. These long headdresses were worn by Plains Natives and were made popular through Wild West shows and Hollywood movies. Cherokee men traditionally wore a feather or two tied at the crown of the head. In the early 18th century, Cherokee men wore cotton trade shirts, loincloths, leggings, front-seam moccasins, finger-woven or beaded belts, multiple pierced earrings around the rim of the ear, and a blanket over one shoulder. At that time, Cherokee women wore mantles of leather or feathers, skirts of leather or woven mulberry bark, front-seam moccasins, and earrings pierced through the earlobe only. By the end of the 18th century, Cherokee men were dressing much like their white neighbors. Men were wearing shirts, pants, and trade coats, with a distinctly Cherokee turban. Women were wearing calico skirts, blouses, and shawls. Today Cherokee people dress like other Americans, except for special occasions, when the men wear ribbon shirts with jeans and moccasins, and the women wear tear dresses with corn beads, woven belts, and moccasins.

▪The Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians (EBCI) are descended from Cherokee people who had taken land under the Treaty of 1819 and were allowed to remain in North Carolina; from those who hid in the woods and mountains until the U.S. Army left; and from those who turned around and walked back from Oklahoma. By 1850 they numbered almost a thousand. Today the Eastern Band includes about 11,000 members, while the Cherokee Nation in Oklahoma claims more than 100,000 members, making the Cherokee the largest tribe in the United States.

▪Cherokee arts and crafts are still practiced: basket-weaving, pottery, carving, finger-weaving, and beadwork.

▪The Cherokee language is spoken as a first language by fewer than a thousand people and has declined rapidly because of the policies of federally operated schools. However, since the tribe has begun operation of their own schools, Cherokee language is being systematically taught in the schools.

▪Traditional Cherokee medicine, religion, and dance are practiced privately.

▪There have never been Cherokee shamans. Shamanism is a foreign concept to North America. The Cherokee have medicine men and women.

▪"aho" is not a Cherokee word and Cherokee speakers never use it. Most are actually offended by the misuse of this word. It's not some kind of universal Native word used by all tribes, as many believe. Each individual tribe have their own languages. We can respect these languages by using them correctly or not at all.

▪In order to belong to one of the seven Cherokee clans, your mother had to have been/be Cherokee and her clan is passed on to you. If the maternal line has been broken by a non Cherokee or someone had all sons, you have no clan, which is the case with many today.

▪There is only one Cherokee tribe that consist of three bands. The Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, United Keetoowah Band of Oklahoma and the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians of North Carolina. All others who claim a different band than one of the three above are not considered Cherokee and are a direct threat to Cherokee tribal sovereignty. In fact, to be Cherokee, one must be registered with the tribe, as Cherokee is a citizenship granted through documentation. One can have Native DNA but is not considered Cherokee until they are a registered tribal citizen.

Via N. Bear

Cherokee man

North Carolina

[fibula-rasa]

Would never describe myself as "a bright little patriot" but an all-black outfit with a grape-colored bag absolutely sounds like something I would wear

What are you wearing?

Transcription:

Photoplay, December 1941

Be a bright little patriot and take your color cue from your state flower for the gayest-hued season that's ever dazzled America

BY MARIAN H. QUINN

Alabama…goldenrod

A bright gold wool furless coat with a taupe belt

Arizona…saguaro cactus

Be as draught-resistant and as showy in the Lasso boots on page 60* — maybe a pair of red ones

Arkansas…apple blossom

The apple-blossom pink and blue wool striped collars and cuffs on your wool dress

California…golden poppy

The gold buttons you'll wear on anything; maybe they'll be massive carved ones for your suit

Colorado…columbine

A purple crepe lining for your black day suit

Connecticut…mountain laurel

The new plaid combination — purple with mountain-laurel pink, navy blue and white

Delaware…peach blossom

A wool dress the color of peach blossoms under your dark coat.

Florida…orange blossom

A needlepoint purse worked in orange-blossom pattern

Georgia…cherokee rose

A simple white crepe dinner skirt; a sweater of yellow pailettes

Idaho…syringa

White or cream rayon slipper satin waltz dress; wear a black snood and black gloves with it

Illinois…wood violet

Violet silk stockings (honest!) with your violet evening dress

Indiana…zinnia

Be as vivid in a bright orange or red hat worn with black

Iowa…wild rose

Sequins forming a pattern of roses all over your evening bag

Kansas…sunflower

Bright woolen jacket of orange; matching orange gloves

Kentucky…goldenrod

Circular yoke of gold crocheted yarn topping a black wool

Louisiana…magnolia

Magnolia-pink rose on the big pillow muff of black lace you'll carry with your chemise dress

Maine…pine cone

New combination of pine-cone brown with baroque pink

Maryland…black-eyed susan

Smart suit: A black jacket with a yellow skirt

Massachusetts…mayflower

Interpret it broadly; be shipshape in a wine middy-top dress

Michigan…apple blossom

Pale pink crepe blouse; deeper pink jacket; black skirt

Minnesota…moccasin flower

Soft-soled moccasins of gold-trimmed white kid for dancing

Mississippi…magnolia

Pink velvet piping on your black dress

Missouri…hawthorn

A waist-length red velvet cape trimmed with jet for evening

Montana…bitterroot

A whole suit of peachy pink for the tea-dancing hour

Nebraska…goldenrod

The gold service insignia of your beau on the left-hand (nearest the heart) glove

Nevada…sagebrush

Sage-green shoes to go with a sage-green monotone costume

New Hampshire…purple lilac

Clogs of purple satin for your purple dance dress

New Jersey…violet

A purple felt hat with your dark blue wool suit

New Mexico…yucca

A creamy white dog collar of pearls to make you as imposing

New York…rose

Red-as-the-rose red with black; perhaps knitted red gloves

North Carolina…oxeye daisy

A snow-white angora felt cloche with a yellow grosgrain band

North Dakota…wild prairie rose

Belt with a buckle that's made of a cowhide prairie-wagon wheel

Ohio…scarlet carnation

Carnation-red wool jacket piped in black to wear with a black skirt

Oklahoma…mistletoe

The dress on page 63**; wear it and see what happens

Oregon…Oregon grape

A grape-colored suede bag, only contrast to an all-black outfit

Pennsylvania…mountain laurel

Pink brushed-wool hat for your dark suit

Rhode Island…violet

A violet plaid tweed coat

South Carolina…jessamine

Over your black dress wear a tight-waisted tunic of yellow wool

South Dakota…pasqueflower

A purple wool suit and its surefire accessory—a yellow sweater or blouse

Tennessee…iris

The lining of the black peplum on your black wool, a blue as deep as the iris

Texas…bluebonnet

Blue suede gloves, blue velvet bag as an accessory team

Utah…sego lily

The white and orange cockade of finely pleated ribbon on your red velour hat

Vermont…red clover

A clover-red corduroy dress

Virginia…dogwood

A creamy satin waistcoat to wear over a black-velvet skirt

Washington…rhododendron

Deep pink snakeskin gloves to match the belt on a black dress

W. Virginia…great rhododendron

Combine a pale pink with Dublin green in a jacket; wear it over a nut-brown dress

Wisconsin…violet

Dog collar of purple velvet on your beige dress

Wyoming…Indian paintbrush

A harlequin necklace; one side orange-red, one side green

*aforementioned boots for Arizona:

**aforementioned dress for Oklahoma:

[agro-carnist]

This isn't like, in support of outdoor cats or anything, but I once saw a stray cat kill a fucking water moccasin. Was wild, a surprisingly one sided fight. Again, not like a message in this or anything, just a crazy thing that I saw happen once.

Cats are ballsy fuckers, they'll pick a fight with bear if they're tenacious enough

[ineffable-monster-romancer]

Glass Onion Things 3rd Rewatch

Blanc on the discord call: "The last thing I need is a vacation" Blanc to Miles when he offers him Jared Leto's Hard Kombucha: "Well I AM on vacation"

I'm sorry I know it's old news, but everyone falling about coughing and spluttering with the shot and Blanc's polite "ahem". I would say Whiskey is the most subdued next to Blanc?

"The question isn't why did he invite her, it's why did she show up?" Noooo, I really think the question is why was she sent an invite.

The joke "piceshite" about the docks I don't know if people picked up on it immediately and that was the joke that it went right over their heads but as a Scottish gal Piece eh shite had me absolutely in stitches

Also why would he assume it was a Banksy? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't Banksy famously very anti-capatalist? Like didn't he have one of his most famous paintings shredded immediately after auction or something?

Someone find that tweet that talks about how rich people are more likely to pursue the arts because they have the liberty of time because they're fuckin rich, and apply that to Miles knowing how to play guitar (or at least a bit of it).

WHY IS THE GUITAR THE ONLY MOMENT WE SEE THE BIRDIE FACADE TRULY DROP? Is it an acting choice? Is it a gag? Also when he drops the guitar that Paul wrote blackbird onto the sand (scratches, bumps, dings omfg) nobody says anything, but when Helen takes that fuck off mace to the piano the first comment is "that belonged to Liberace". Shows they don't care about the origins really, just who does what with it

Watching Claire be soooo uncomfortable with that Miles hug, watching Miles be soooo uncomfortable with that Duke hug, watching Duke be soooo uncomfortable with that Whiskey hug, watching Miles and Lionel both be uncomfortable in their strange 4 millisecond greeting.

Someone said in the tags of one of my other posts that Derol represents Covid and I'm just OBSESSED with that. BUT more obsessed with the thought that Derol is the epitome of lockdown. He's what normal, everyday fuckers like you n me went through. Drinking, smoking, "going through some stuff", being alone. Sometimes we would comment on what the elite were up to, but mostly we were in the background to their extravagant parties. But in the end, when the Glass Onion is exploding, Blanc sits and smokes with him, because they're just two dudes who went through hell in lockdown, watching something funny.

Miles walking away from the bags, shoves between Duke and Whiskey, putting his arm over Dukes shoulders (hilarious because the size difference) and an arm round Whiskey's waist, but Birdie then jumps between Miles and Whiskey and bumps her out of the way

Why when Whiskey is walking along the slats is she purposely walking on the gravel between the wood? Why does she give Duke into trouble for also standing on the wood? Why does Duke then correct his feet to stand on the gravel?

The Chakra that we can see are absolutely wild, like holy shit

Birdie - Sacral - Sexuality and creativity

Whiskey - Heart - Love and healing

Andi - Root - Basic Trust - Survival

Blanc's bumbling Southern gentleman fool act is AMAZING. They all KNOW he's the world's greatest detective. But while he's bumbling up and down "oh my word it's full of stars!" He's being his own Glass Onion! He's hiding directly in plain sight

"Simple Children's Puzzles" MILES FACE babe he's the world's greatest detective

PREDEFINITE DETECTIVE. Prerequisite maybe? But even that doesn't make sense? Prominent?

BIRDIE GIVING IT THE SEXIEST CATWALK OF THE WORLD YES GIRL HOLY SHIT

Lionel and Claire 😏 you know? The fact that he's leaning right over her to see the laptop, and her dressing gown is off her shoulder but as soon as Birdie shows up they're leaving six feet for god

Benoit Blanc's little bathing suit with his little matching ascot and his little moccasins and it HAS POCKETS shut up he's the new Poirot shut up he's the new Sherlock that's fuckin Fred Jones.

PANCAKED. He's the only one to say pancaked, it intentionally sticks in your brain

DONG.

Claire and Lionel are the only "intellects" in the friend group. Like Claire is a politician and Lionel is a scientist, a lot more hangs on their words than Model and Twitch Streamer

Duke leaving his shit in the pool, firing his gun, wearing his speedos and throwing his macho man facade about. It's so gross it's amazing.

You never know when shits gonna go down is such a red herring in dukes relationship to the gun. It immediately made me think DUKE is going to shoot someone, or DUKE is going to be shot. Didn't realise that what Duke really needed was an Epipen

Peg why do you have a switchblade

Whiskey yawning while they talk about Birdie's accomplishments

"SOCCER MOM IN BEIGE" just kill her it's kinder holy shit

It's dangerous to mistake speaking without thought to speaking the truth, don't you think? TATTOO THIS ON MY BODY PLEASE

I'm assuming that Peg has been around for a while, seeing as Claire knows to say hello to her and that this meet up is an annual thing and what not, so the fact that Miles doesn't remember her name is hilarious. Also, THE RED SOLO CUP. Man took one look at Peg and thought "Freshman, beer pong"

SOCCER MOM IN BEIGE DRINKS ROOM TEMP WHITE HOLY SHIT MILES JUST KILL HER ITS KINDER

Benoit has some fucking incredible hand eye coordination, him catching the Klear was some spiderman shit

Blanc is the perfect POV to have the first half of Glass Onion play through. He doesn't have a clue. He's along for the ride, what he sees, we have seen. He asks questions and points out things that we would also want to know, like yeah, what is Klear and do we win a prize and why is the car on the roof?

I fully believe when Blanc left the room with the magazine of Birdie way way back in that scene, THATS when he solved Miles murder mystery.

Also his friends kinda seem to be having a great time watching Benoit fucking decimating Miles good time 😂

"I hired Gillian Flynn to write the whole thing -" "OooOoh she's quite gooood"

THE COIN! HE GOT THE COIN OUT