Stormfly stimboard with blue skies, clouds, and birds for anon!!
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He's staring at me forlornly because I forgot to bring him food. Sorry little man I have a meeting and can't go home to get you some
third one of the series
reading on the house hunt (this is d h lawrence’s birds, beasts and flowers which was stunningly beautiful for about 40 pages but has lost it’s touch by now)
its less ‘sception not being a fan of julius’, moreso... not expecting him to be a handful and being a little agent of chaos at the most inopportune times
Back from the dead to share a training win from yesterday that nearly had me in tears from happiness 🥲
Mirage used to be SO reactive to the crate, being so afraid about being in a confined space. Just reaching through the opening and eventually putting one foot on the entrance to collect a reward was a huge hurdle! But then she would bolt in and take one piece and bolt back out instead of staying to collect more rewards, and if the crate door moved like it would be shut the session would be over.
Look at her now!!! Running inside and staying in the crate and not being anxious or panicking about the door closing at all! I’m SO PROUD!! 💕💕💕
Gonna make this girl an ambassador bird yet 💪🏻
Stop referring Behold, A Man every chance you get challenge
When birds literally fall out of the sky onto you and your dogs 😭
one day i will snap and make a juri/shiori amv with sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift please watch me
Photo credits: IMDb.com
If you’ve ever felt like you can’t live up to expectations, have I got the movie for you.
We meet our heroine (Joan Fontaine) in the south of France, working as a companion to an older woman touring Europe. But the highlight of her trip is meeting the dashing Maxim de Winter (Laurence Olivier), who proposes and whisks her to his home in England, Manderley. But the new Mrs. de Winter learns she has glamorous shoes to fill, specifically those of the first Mrs. de Winter. Rebecca, the previous mistress of Manderley, hosted elegant parties, earned the adoration of the staff, and left her husband in a fog upon her death. Maxim’s new bride is competing with Rebecca’s ghost not just for her husband’s affection but for her own happiness.
Here’s the thing about Alfred Hitchcock movies: They don’t age. Like Rebecca, they remain captivating and beautiful for new audiences long after their time has passed. Rebecca may not be a pop culture icon like North by Northwest, Psycho, or Vertigo, but it’s just as well-paced, just as thrilling, and just as accessible. (Or as much as The Birds, Dial M for Murder, Rear Window, Strangers on a Train, To Catch a Thief—wow, I could keep going quite a long time.) While I’ve yet to marry a fancy pants widower with a fancy pants English estate—though I’m happy to report I do still have that option available to me—I still found Mrs. de Winter’s situation relatable. Mrs. de Winter is fighting for her her own slice of identity from the leftovers left of the hostess with the most-ess Rebecca. Wrestling with a queen bee for respect is a contest every woman knows too well—most of us are just lucky we aren’t tussling with a memory in effigy.
Rebecca’s tension doesn’t build thanks to sudden violence like Psycho or the mysterious circumstances of North by Northwest—it’s a slower burn, like Rear Window or Vertigo. The circumstances we watch may not be unusual, but a subtle dread manifests thanks to social anxieties and fears of the unknown. Anyone who has lived through the horrors of middle school knows the isolation that comes with not fitting in your own skin or with the people around you—unfortunately for Mrs. de Winter, she can’t just hold out till graduation. She has married into a world of privilege and into the arms of a man haunted by his past, and our unease grows with every new revelation that builds a new bar on her gilded cage. While I won’t spoil the ending, I will say its most dramatic moments feel entirely earned by then, though you would have never guessed in the first scenes that’s where we were headed.
Bottom line: Rebecca is still a thrill 81 years later.
POPCORN POTENTIAL: 9/10
Sakuya: You were wearing a sombrero. And a crown. And told me to use the Nerf gun to protect your room from the cat. You don't have a cat.
It's not that the treats are big! That's just how their jaws open teehee
One of the perks of practising lucid dreaming is that i get to remember what my subconcious thinks a bird is.
Downside of practising lucid dreaming: I get to remember what my subconcious thinks a bird is.
In the dream it landed on the deck outside my parents home and me and my family snuck up to the kitchen window/door to look at it. It walked at a slow, menacing pace at all times and it was always watching you, even when turned away a bit you could feel its eyes on you.
My mom in the dream cheerfully announced that it was a stork and it’s what’s been stealing our pond fish. It has forwards facing eyes because it is a predator. It can fly. It could probably carry a toddler off if it felt like it. Wether it -would- do that was... unclear. It was heavily suggested that it would if given a chance.
It found a rat trap and somehow pulled the dead rat out of it and gulped it down. My dad in the dream opened the kitchen door a tad as it was walking away for gods know what reason and it turned back around and it started walking towards the door. Always at that slow pace, never hurrying up.
Dad closed the door and it lost interest for a moment, then it started towards the door again. It stopped right in front of the window and just watched us. I knew it in my bones that it was considering the pros and cons of leaping through the window to eat my dad. My dad specifically for some reason.
I woke up before it could decide.
Other highlights of this weird dream was that at one point a turtle walked on its backlegs across the deck. It didn’t see the ‘stork’ at first, but the stork started walking after it, then past it. When the turtle saw it walk past the turtle started running in fright. Bird ignored it.
The bird -was- actually a stork. A kind at least. A shoebill stork to be exact, minus the uh.. alligator looking bill, forwards facing hawk eyes, and the long furry legs. The legs were consistently described with the word “meaty” in the dream.
Fun fact about dreams and signs and stuff: a stork in a dream is usually a good sign, especially if you were afraid of it. Dream logic is wonky as hell but ey, i’ll take a good sign.
So thrilled with how well she's doing on this perch!
the phrase “then you were always a bad friend” has been going around and around in my head since the last ep dropped. maybe he was
(Robin (1993) #100)