RIP Christopher Plummer š¢š
You will be missed
Took my phone to the shop, itās fixed and my pictures saved, which is good because i nearly had a breakdown in the office of the IT guy at work when he said i might not be able to get them back
Oh and also I somehow managed to misplace/lose both copies of my scooter keys and whule itās not exactly hard to replace here the one place i know that does that is a solid 30mn walk away, while pushing the scooter
I think my phone might be dead in which case Iāve just lost most pictures I took of Pouet
maybe things will get better but at least weāve got each other
and if you donāt have anyone now you have me :)
me: iām hungry
mom: huh?
me: Iām Hungryā¦
mom: huh?
me: IM HUNGRY
mom: WHO ARE YOU YELLING AT?!?!
okay so iām taking a class on gender in religions right. and for the first third of the semester weāre learning about women in oglala culture right. and for my midterm, today, i have to write an essay on a quote from our main reading. and i have to read 100 pages of this text and the more i read, the more iām PRETTY sure (completely sure) someone tried to slip 1970ā²s white american second-wave feminism into their reporting on oglala cultural norms and so i google the author and, sure enough. white woman. and on the FIRST PAGE of the google search thereās an article cowritten by an oglala woman activist criticizing the author for being unable to separate her white feminist perspective from her research so now thatās what iām writing about xoxo get fucked
tw under cut for covid mention
READING IS ON AND THE LINE-UP LOOKS SO GOOD MKJSGHDKSHGKSDHGSJKDGHKSJH
Ayo what do you guys think abt me making a sidelong for reblogging fics?? Iām kinda worried abt spamming but idk if anyone actually cares
got a rant about how the same coworker who endorses āget out and take a walk on your lunch if you can!ā (something I would not enjoy at the moment and would actually make me feel worse) messaging said āoh, thatās a lot of exposureā to me when I mentioned being able to swim & start rehabbing my foot more. thank you yes I have a traumatic injury and have been agonizing over the best way to deal with it during a pandemic, if Iāve decided on this please trust me that Iām doing it as safely as I can and that itās this or nothing (because hey! it is!).
(I stopped leaving the house at all. No corner grocery store/bodega runs, no short walks, nothing. I have to continue to heal and this aināt the way.)
same coworker misunderstood something I spelled out for her three times, confusing everyone involved until I was finally allowed to actually speak for my damn self and explain it.
but Iām saving the full rant because I won a huge victory yesterday (cleared up the misunderstanding and guess what I was right) and Iām so vindicated over it that I can kind of let it slide.
kind of.
long story short, people 1) really think they know whatās best for you, and yet 2) do not take anything into your situation into account, even the most blatantly obvious shit, when they give ~suggestions and ~feedback.
I donāt want this to consume anyone elseās life as much as it consumes mine but like. god damn.
Its so fucking weird seeing people justify productions resuming filming and shit and having their reasoning be āpeople are stuck at home!! They need content or else they will die!!! They need entertainment!!!!!!!!!!ā
First of all there is welllllllll over enough content in this vast digital Blockbuster-esque world we live in today. Youāre telling me you canāt find anythinggggg at all to watch?! The Criterion Channel has shit from the early 1900s to now and you canāt find ANYTHING?! Give me a break.
And even if by some unseen force all of the watchable content were to disappear you know what else you can do? Go outside. Read a book. Play games. Talk to people. You know, shit people did before the internet and TV?!
And never have I ever heard of someone actually dying of boredom or lack of content but you know what 500,000 people in this country alone have died of in the past year with the help of inconsiderate pieces of shit who refuse to follow safety regulations because theyāre āboredā?
Covid!
And how do you spread covid?
By being in large groups of people.
And whats it take to make a production???
LARGE GROUPS OF PEOPLE.
People are really dramatic acting like life is just so *hand on forhead* !UGH insufferable! without their second season of Euphoria or whatever the fuck.
Fuck off.
I never thought Iād be living in a world where someoneās fucking fictional content had a higher rank in priority than the lives of real living, breathing, human beings.
Iāll say it once and Iāll say it a hundred thousand times: get me the actual fuckity fuck off this planet.
Donātā come back.
Donāt Come bACk.
DONāT EVER COME BACK HERE.
You are not welcome.
My world is not for you.
My life is not for you.
Gucci Pre-Fall 2021 Ready-to-Wear
Photos byĀ Gus Van Sant / Courtesy of Gucci
for someone that writes 1000 word fics pretty regularly I sure am bad at coming up with captions for instagram
ā THOSE IN TENāS WEDDING PARTY:
BEST MEN: jung taeyong & xiao dejun (@tcevong & @xicojvn).
MAID OF HONOR: tenās sister, kulisara leechaiyapornkul (tern).
GROOMSMAID: dove cameron (@dovescamrns)
ā THOSE IN JACKSONāS WEDDING PARTY:
BEST MEN: henry cheung, lucas wong (@yxkhei), jacksonās brother winston, & kim namjoon (@rapmonsterjoonie).
ā EXTRA INFO:
the wedding party enters first to an instrumental version ofĀ āI Love You 3000ā³ by Stephanie Poetri.
Jacksonās niece Aimee is the ring bearer / flower girl.
tenās walking down the aisle with both his mother and father toĀ āI Love You 3000 IIā by 88rising, Stephanie Poetri & Jackson Wang.
Hoo boy my fingers are cold. Happy Ice Day! I hope yāall are staying chilly, and hereās to more pain! And as for this oneā¦itās a lot of pain (āĖā)
Oh also because I donāt have a place for this information but I feel like you should know before you read so when it comes up you get what I mean: I imagine a Quibhassian accent sounds quite similar to an Icelandic one.
Ingredients: self-amputation, suicide for convenience (immortal), self-harm to escape danger, stabbing, body horror, implied suffocation
Why was Castys somehow always in the wrong place at the wrong time? Seriously, he had the worst luck. Unless you counted accidentally witnessing a murder as lucky. Well, maybe it was lucky for the person getting murdered because then they could get justice or whatever. Except Castys didnāt really care about justice and never reported that sort of thing to the authorities. So, in conclusion, CastysĀ witnessing your murder was unlucky for you and for him. Unlucky for you because he wasnāt going to tattle on the murderer, and unlucky for him because he was currently being chased through a forest by some murderer lady.
He was never a fan of running, and certainly not running through the snow while all bundled up because it was coldĀ but running makes you hotĀ so thereās no temperature happiness there. He was debating just giving up and trying to reason with the lady when he tripped over some hidden mystery object and landed face first in the snow, making that decision for him. A boot kicked his shoulder and turned him over before planting itself firmly on his chest. The woman attached to it was glaring down at him, holding a large icy spear-type-thing to his neck, which would be threatening if he could actually die. Well, maybe he could talk his way out before she decided to hurt him. Because heād rather she didnāt.