“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are…Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.”
Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and I pay visit. I am independent. I am content.
The real reason Poison Ivy hasn’t destroyed the earth and let the plants take over is that Harley once told her a horrible pun about it, and every time she gets the energy to do it, she thinks of that pun and is just knocked right back to not wanting to do it anymore again
That or she’s determined to not give Harley the oppurtunity to make a terrible pun about the extinction of mankind at the tendrils of her plant monsters O.O
Ivy: That’s it. I’m destroying mankind and letting the plants take over. Harley: Who’d be-leaf we’re en root to that? Makes everything else look like mulch ado about nothing. Ivy: Dammit, Harley, knock it off. Harley: You don’t like it when I s-talk like that? Okay, I seed you’re upset. Ivy: Don’t, Harley. Just…don’t. Harley: …if you’re gonna be that way, vine.
Ivy: Harley you are ruining this moment
Harley: What? But I think my commentary is tree-mendous fun!
If you don’t play bassoon reblog this because it applies to you too
THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE REBLOGGING SAYING THEY DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT A BASSOON IS MAKES ME HAPPY. NON MUSICIANS SPREAD THIS SHIT. DON’T KNOW WHAT A BASSOON IS? GOOD!
I know what a bassoon is. I can’t play one worth a damn. And yet here I am
Man wild animals must have flipped their shit when humans first started petting them. Like the first wolves would talk about it, “look I know it’s crazy but if you don’t eat the humans they’ll do this weird thing to your neck and it just…. it’s so…. I dunno man but it’s fucking amazing.”
okay but do you think the other wild animals kink shamed them
America is about to be that part in the lion king where where pride rock became all shitty bc Scar became king
have yet to see a better analogy
Are you implying Hilary Clinton’s daughter will assassinate Donald Trump because I’m okay with this
Actually, if we follow the narrative, I think it would be the Obama daughters. Which would be even MORE awesome.
Malia’s gonna fight Trump on the roof of the Whitehouse while it’s on fire.
Didn’t Scar get killed by the hyenas, who turned against him when he tried to throw blame at them while begging for his life?
The equivalent would be Trump cornered by both Obama sisters on the White House roof (yes, while it’s on fire, I can totally believe that Trump will somehow lead to the White House catching fire at some point) insisting that “we’re all friends against the Republican establishment, it’s their fault” and Sasha and Malia quote one of Trump’s tweets back at him to tell him to get the fuck out; Trump scurries away and runs right into Pence and Cruz.
“Our fault, is it, Donald?”
Alternatively, since Scar originally gained the support of the hyenas by promising them a better life with lots of food, Trump is clearly going to fall off the roof of the White House into the arms of the Republican base that voted for him because he promised them a better economy.
Okay but then who’s going to dress in drag and do the hula?
so my dad fixes hot tubs for a living which means he goes to people’s houses and has all these crazy stories, but he has some regular customers that really like him. he’s also basically a dog whisperer, so every customer’s dog loves him (even ones that are usually “dangerous”). recently, my family’s little poodle elphie died from breast cancer, and it really hit my dad hard. he doesn’t show his emotions outwardly but it’s been really tough for him lately. apparently, he went to this one regular customer’s house that has a big black lab, a pedigree dog that they use for breeding. usually the dog is really friendly with him, but this time he got there and the dog was howling and whimpering, and ran right up to him and started nuzzling into his lap. he started talking to her owner, and she talked about how the dog just had puppies, and because she’s a regular customer she knew my family had a dog, too, so she asked about elphie. my dad had to tell her that elphie just died, and he got a little choked up. as he talked about our dog, the lab noticed and started to nuzzle and push him, and him and the owner were really confused, so he let the dog push him. she ended up leading him to her newborn puppies and pushing him to hold them. the owner was really surprised because the dog wouldn’t even let HER near the puppies, let alone touch them. somehow this dog knew my dad was hurting for our dog and wanted to make him feel better by being with other dogs. i’ve just…never heard of anything so pure in my life.
Fun fact: According to Greek legend there was a famous prostitute who managed to avoid a death sentence by showing the judges her boobs and arguing that it would be a crime against the Gods to destroy something so beautiful.
Before you ask, yes there are paintings of this. And yes, they’re amazing.
No, but this is one of my absolute favorite bits of history!
The courtesan named was named Phryne and she was indeed a renowned beauty, and was indeed was put on trial for a capital crime. And yes, the sum of her defense consisted of her stripping in court (helped by her lover/defendant) and asking the jury (all males) if they were prepared to destroy this.
But this is actually a very interesting case of Values Dissonance - the capital crime she was accused of was blasphemy. In Ancient Greek society, exceptional beauty was a sign of favor from the gods, and they took the idea that beauty indicated goodness with great seriousness. They even called their nobles Kaloi k'Agathoi, “the Beautiful and the Good.”
So by showing off her great physical beauty, Phryne was being very clever indeed, her argument essentially being “How could I possibly commit blasphemy if the gods have given me this body?“
