@flintsredhair I don’t know why but when I view this post on your blog it shows with gifs of the James/Thomas reunion, with “such a cute ass” below 😀 And since James is obviously ogling Thomas’ ass before Thomas turns, it works!
That’s the best, and also soooooooo accurate – thank you for telling me and that’s wild!
This is that weird abstract millennial humour that we all laugh at and older generations squint at shouting “I don’t understand the joke!! I think I’ve missed something!!”
definitely click through to the “read more”, i laughed so much!
The Black Sails character I empathise with the most is Blackbeard, because just like him, I too looked at Charles Vane and thought to myself “I don’t know what it is about this murderous, growling disaster child, but fuck if he isn’t my dumb alleycat son.”
Guys – friends – people of the internet, my followers all of you and members of the Black Sails fandom –
Look, I just want to say thank you all so much. You’re a good bunch, you know that? I said “hey, life just shat on me,” and over the past two weeks, you’ve stepped up to the plate, given me a shoulder to cry on, a helping hand, and the sense that I’m not alone, and that’s been so, so important. A bunch of you have donated actual money on ko-fi, and for that I’m more grateful than I can possibly say. Things are still rough. I’ve applied to a lot of places, put in more applications than I can even count, drafted probably dozens of cover letters, even had an interview – things are going to get turned around, they’re just not there yet. But with your help and support and love, I think I can do this, where two weeks ago I was reeling and hurting and wondering what the hell the point of the last ten years or so had been. I’m still working on being ok again, and I don’t think I’ll be entirely there until I’ve managed to get hired again, but I’m a lot closer to it and that’s fucking miraculous and in absolutely no small part it’s been down to all of you, so thank you – thank you so, so much.
it’s gardening season! please don’t plant lettuces/greens directly into the ground in an urban area or close to a building without getting a soil test. the risk of lead poisoning is very high. if you can’t afford a soil test and you must plant into the ground, try to grow something where you will only be eating the fruit and not the leaves & stems (i.e. tomatoes, cucumbers, etc) bc there’s less of a chance that heavy metals will migrate to the fruit tissues. better yet, build a raised bed or plant in pots!
#SaveTheExorcist 5/16: HULU TWEETATHON & SOCIAL CAMPAIGN
Thanks to all who have promoted this initiative so far. Can’t wait to work on this with you all! As you know, Week 1 of our #SaveTheExorcist social campaign is
HULU!
On Wednesday, May 16th, from 5:00pm to 7:00pm EST, we will be reaching out to Hulu to #SaveTheExorcist. The streaming service is certainly in the position to do so, as they own the streaming rights to the first two seasons. We want to show them that taking on this show creatively would be a huge benefit for them.
So, in that two-hour timeframe, you can do any (or all) of the following:
Tweet Hulu
Write on Hulu’s Facebook wall
Contact Hulu’s customer service by online chat or phone
Stream an episode or two of the show on Hulu if you have an account
You can also do this all week long, but we want a concentrated time period for everyone to be interacting with Hulu in these two hours on Wednesday.
In your Tweets and Facebook posts, please use the hashtag #HuluSaveTheExorcist for this week. You can share articles, fan art, personal anecdotes—anything that you believe illustrates makes this show great. In terms of subject matter, you might talk about how Fox didn’t promote the show effectively, and that we believe Hulu can do that. Illustrate that there’s a huge international audience for the show, and if you are an international fan, say where you’re from!
I once stayed at a game reserve in South Africa, and they had three cheetahs – two males and one female. The boys stuck together (they were brothers), but female cheetahs are solitary, save for when they are raising cubs. Which is hard work for cheetahs, because they don’t/can’t den, she’s working constantly to protect/move her cubs, as well as feeding both them and herself.
Now, these cheetahs ARE in a private reserve, but they’re still essentially wild. But they are more or less accustomed to the presence of people. And this cheetah, Ketswiri, got very badly injured in her leg one time, which usually would be fatal to a cheetah. The staff at the reserve helped her. Another time, she was starving, and they provided her a fresh antelope carcass. And she remembered this, because the science officer was telling us how one time he was watching Ketswiri and her cubs, and she wandered over and dumped all her cubs at his feet, and walked off. Like “watch my kids, I need some me time.” And he was panicking like COME BACK I CAN’T BABYSIT YOUR KIDS WTF
Half of the comments are about cats giving birth on top of or next to their owners and I’m not crying at all
it’s so funny though because domesticated cats are aggressively social in raising their young so basically op’s cat was like bitchthese are your kids too, where tf you think you’re going???
I once knew a mama cat who had her kittens in our shed. She was really feral, very mistrustful, and the only reason I knew the kittens were there was that the kittens were… less feral, let’s say, and basically just wanted to play. So one day my friend and I went out, picked up these adorable kittens, and brought them into the house for some quality play time (we were young and stupid, don’t judge me, this turned out fine). Anyway – this was all well and good until I spotted Mama Cat coming home and thought – oh shit, if she comes back and her babies are missing she’ll panic. So we went out, kittens in hands, and kind of froze when Mama Cat looked right at us. She honest to gods gave us both a flat stare, and then turned around and walked away a few steps, as if to say, “I’m turning around and pretending I didn’t see that, and when I turn back around those kittens had better be where I left them.” We put the kittens down, they went running to their mother, and from that day on I was the official kitten babysitter, because apparently I’d proved myself or something. One of them still lives at my house, his name is Watson.
me, a canadian, talking to an american who’s sick or hurt: have you tried—no wait that costs money for you… what about—no no, that costs you money too, doesn’t it? …god, that’s absolutely fucking nonsense, eh? what do they expect you to do??? die????????
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