“The time of hot chocolaty mornings and toasty marshmallow evenings.”
Pooh’s Grand Adventure: The Search for Christopher Robin (1997) dir. Karl Geurs
Do you ever think about how staggeringly in bad taste it is that Gandalf brought a firework that turns into Smaug to Bilbo’s birthday party
Like how were you hoping that would go
*gandalf voice* so bilbo lived to be 111 huh? it would be a shame if someone or something caused him to go into c a r d i a c a r r e s t
Gandalf: I’m still not a hundred percent sure that magic ring is artificially extending Bilbo’s life, so let’s run some tests.
i would note that bilbo was the only person at the party not even slightly alarmed, so possibly gandalf just knows him well
“You know what would be the greatest gift I could give Bilbo on his 111th birthday? Making Lobelia and Otho Sacksville-Baggins shit their pants at the party.”
I like how everyone on this post just rolls with the assumption that Bilbo Baggins, well known local eccentric, didn’t request the dragon himself specifically for this reason.
If the local eccentric plans to make an eccentric speech that concludes with an eccentric disappearance, a deliberate deployment of eccentric fireworks is not beyond the bounds of possibility.
Tybalt (who has had a dislike for animals the entire campaign) decided that now that he’s a captain, it was time to get himself a parrot. So far he has been loving his brand new head empty side-kick Hamlet! He’s espeically enjoying holding him like a banana with no understanding of how birds work. The rest of the party are taking a little longer to warm up to Hamlet…
Circus Kids Week
Day 3 : AU (Pokemon) / Beach
Okay hear me out: I know Molly is more cat-coded, but Lycanroc has 2 forms…and I love the idea of Molly being day form while Lucien is night.
Yeah that’s not how lycanroc works I don’t care.
And Yasha as a Dubwool is just me projecting my love of Dubwool onto her.
NASA Turned a Star’s Corpse into Sound — and It’s Magical
We all know that there’s no sound in space. However, one project from NASA is turning that fact on its head by transforming images of space objects into beautiful music.
(It sounds like a meditation guide music with chimes and bells)
in much more interesting news, today at work I got to explore an abandoned 500-year-old castle, seized by the state because of the owner’s massive tax evasion
we spent an hour and half going all over the grounds, I’d never felt so #urbex
just want to point out that we found this door at one point
seeing this door makes me feel like i have never truly contemplated the possibilities of doors as a concept, as though a new understanding of what it means to be a door has been forced upon me
Imagine going to a party and the white suburban stay at home mom with two overachiever kids and white dad who barbeques but doesn’t know how to barbeque and yet is always surrounded by other white Dads who compliment his barbqeuing even though they’re just store bought preshaped frozen patties from Ralph’s or Food 4 Less and while he’s cooking those the white mom comes out and says “okay kids, here’s some pizza!” And she pulls this out and starts telling the kids why its a “fun pizza” and then cries in her master bedroom when no one likes it or finishes it and the white dad is then consoling her why she sobs that she’s a terrible mother and ruined her fourth grade straight B+ sons birthday and thinks her kids hate her but they don’t care but she continues crying softly into her pillow while the children eat poorly cooked burgers with unmelted kraft singles and too much mayonnaise and the only other condiments are two pickles and pepper because the dad calls it his special burger with a secret spice but the spice was just pepper and the kids just keep playing E rated games on their Nintendo Wii while the 17 year old older sister starts cleaning the tragedy up and throwing away uneaten “fun pizza” and whole burgers dejected from the start while she dials Pizza Hut to get these kids an actual birthday lunch and the mother then throws a fit because the daughter did something the kids liked and she didn’t and was the only one making a huge deal out of it and the daughter was then grounded from her TV in her room for only two days and the son went to blow out the candles in his standard birthday cake from food 4 less the mom added strawberries to so she could feel she did something but was still slightly teary and sad because her day was ruined by no one wanting to eat her “fun pizza”
i think about this post so often
Circus Kids Week
Day 2 : Storms / Flowers
Both the daisy and sunflower represent loyalty and happiness in some fashion. Also, I just like sketching those particular flowers.
here u go anon
Caption: [Yesterday I went bowling. Uh we’re getting ready to bowl and they need your shoe size to give you the correct bowling shoes. The person turns to me and in this very strange way is like “Okay, and what men’s shoe size for you?”.
And I panicked, so I said “A woman’s size seven” because I wear a woman’s size seven. And uh the person gets the shoes out and goes “You know, these are a men’s five and a half” and like, I’m aware that a woman’s seven is a men’s five and a half.
But most places if you go up and you ask “Can I have a men’s five and a half?” they send you to the children’s section and that’s a little harrowing for me. But its like, I’ve never been so savagely like correctly gendered in my life. Like, you know what king? Just because you have delicate little fairy feet does not mean you have to ask for women’s size. You’re still a man even if you have tiny little baby feet.]
This should be good for a high five from dad when he catches up with you.
Can you believe she committed patricide on camera
It’s the near IMMEDIATE suspicion. That initial checking and looking for traps, an instinct that proves to have been OH SO CORRECT and clearly honed from experience, and yet FAILS him. That’s what gets me. A love language of expected deviousness.
/Wakes up at 3:21 AM unexpectedly. HEY KIDS IT’S @circuskidsweek !!!
I’m gonna be posting these outside of my usual monthly masterlist so they go in the tag and show up for the maintainer, etc., so bear with me as I go off script for a tic.
DAY ONE- FIRST MEETING JOURNEY
Yasha had never seen so much green in her life as she emerged from the Ashkeeper Peaks and stepped into the light of an Empire morning. All around her grass grew in thick patches, so intense a green it almost hurt her eyes to look at.
And then it hurt her heart- Zuala would have loved this.
Without warning and simply because her legs no longer felt inclined to support her, she dropped down onto her knees upon it, aware she probably looked a sight- dirty with tangled hair and dried blood in patches that she hadn’t scratched away. It would be something to follow where the Stormlord beckoned her and then immediately be set upon by enemies in this strange, verdant land who would see her as a wild thing that needed to be put down, but probably no less than she deserved.
She didn’t believe in luck, but somehow she felt that if she did, that would be about how hers would turn.
There was nothing of note civilization-wise as far as she could tell, and for all that there was color, it seemed to trend towards sameness after awhile. Empty fields, a road that cut a ribbon through the grass, and more of the same stretching endlessly. She realized that the gray world she was used to had become one of greens and browns and blue sky and very little else. Maybe there just weren’t that many colors in the world after all.
(Maybe she took all the color with her when she died. When she was killed.
When you let her get killed, while you ran, ran, ran like the coward you are.
Maybe she took the colors with her to punish you.)
Circus Kids Week
Day One: First Meeting / Journey
I feel like Molly’s first interaction with Yasha was just him telling a bunch of tall tales to make her feel safe in a new place. No time to be self-deprecating if Molly’s there to drag you into a rainbow of stories.