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May the Fourth be with you

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If you want to use a non sketchy youtube downloading site I just spent some time making a really simple one here: https://y23.cmder.tech/

It lets you download the video or just the audio of a youtube video

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It’s Showtime! #inktober

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tumblr: that thing you like is Problematic and you should feel bad for liking it

me, an adult capable of critical thinking and criticizing things while still wholeheartedly enjoying them: please get out of my living room

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The most relatable tweet

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“hairless cats are disgusting!”

“hairy women are disgusting!“ 

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(Not my own work!)

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yknow if romeo had just Cried on juliets corpse for a couple hours instead of drinking poison Right Then they would have been Fine

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Amutumn blessings 🍂

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loving this layout 🙌🏻

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And on the topic of Cary Elwes... (Iocane Powder in The Princess Bride)

Remember that scene in The Princess Bride where Westley challenges Vizzini to a battle of the wits—you know, the one with the iocane powder?

The last few times I watched the movie, something about that scene didn’t set quite right with me, and I’ve been developing a theory about what’s really going on.

Westley was involved in a battle of wits against Vizzini, a battle which, necessarily, involves a certain amount of deception. I think that Westley was deceiving Vizzini about his use of the iocane powder.

Westley describes iocane powder to Vizzini as being “odorless, tasteless, dissolves instantly in liquid, and is among the more deadly poisons known to man.” 

When presenting the poison to Vizzini, Westley also gives him the explicit instructions “Inhale this, but do not touch.”

While I believe Westley may truthfully have spent several years building up a resistance to the effects of iocane powder, I propose that rather than poisoning both goblets as he claimed to have done, Westley didn’t pour the iocane powder into either cup of wine!

Especially since the iocane was in powder form, I suspect that rather than being an ingested poison, it was an inhalation poison!

Vizzini wasn’t poisoned when Westley poured (or didn’t pour) iocane powder into the wine goblets, but when Westley told him to waft the vial of iocane powder. Since iocane powder is odorless, Vizzini wouldn’t have noticed that trace amounts of one of  the “more deadly poisons known to man” had been introduced into his system…trace amounts that were still enough to kill a man within minutes.

And since iocane powder came from Australia, and it’s well documented that Australia is home to some of the most venomous species of plants and animals on earth, there’s no reason not to believe that such a small quantity iocane powder could have killed a man of Vizzini’s stature.

Westley had already won the battle of wits before it had begun, and was simply stalling for time until the poison took it’s effect.

All quotes from the script accessed from this site: [X]

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Equinox

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I had a dream that I was living in colonial times and wearing colonial American clothes. I was walking down the street and the weather was really nice. There was nobody else on the street because it was Sunday and everyone else was at Church. In the dream I thought to myself “I’m so glad I don’t go to church, I am a witch.” Once a witch always a witch right?

Past life or just an awesome dream?

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Moths of November by LiigaKlavina

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Also whoever made these should probably be my therapist from now on??

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Test your colour vision

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Do You Think that Donald Duck and Darkwing

Ever just sit and have coffee and discuss parenting.

Especially in terms of adopted children and the struggles with that?

“Sometimes I just stare at the ceiling and realize two people had to abuse a kid and three people had to die just so I could be happy.” Darkwing would swish his beer can around before taking a swig.

Donald would snort. “I can’t even take care of all three all the time. My uncle has to help-”

“I can barely take care of one. I’m waiting for the day I screw up past the point of no return.”

“Aren’t we all,” Donald mumbles, before the two clink beer cans in solidarity.

But at the end of the day, there’s something to be said of how the kids latch hold of the both of them. They’ll give each other a look (maybe we’ve got a chance) before corralling their kids to bed, the complaints of “I’m not tired!” echoing through the halls.