(okay no, but put in the tags something youre the unofficial influencer of. Like something youve purchased enough, used enough, bragged about and endorsed enough to others that you should be an influencer for)
According to old finnish folklore, having a wild animal wander into your house is an omen of death. The bigger the animal, the more imminent the death. A small bird, like a sparrow or a finch, is a sign that someone who lives in the house will die within the year. If the animal that has somehow made its way inside the house is a small mammal like a hedgehog, or a larger bird like an owl or raven, would mean that death is coming to visit in the next few months.
Massive megafauna, like a fully-grown moose or a bear, is a sign that someone will probably die within the next 20 minutes.
This one doesn’t get to stay hidden in the replies.
your scent processing being so close to memory in your brain is insane sometimes you step outside and take a whiff and go “ah, it smells like playing pokemon emerald in my third grade afterschool program in the crisp september of 2006”
Context for the 19 year olds reading this, September used to be a bit cold
Imagine that one day as you’re walking on a hot sunny path, your hat jumps off your head and lands into a muddy ditch. And you look at your muddy hat and ask it: “What did you do that for?”
“I don’t want to be a burden anymore”, your hat answers. “You are always carrying me around, and I can’t carry you. That’s not fair.”
“I don’t mind carrying you, little idiot”, you tell your hat, “you hardly weight anything at all, and you shelter me from the sun.”
“But that’s different”, your hat protests. “I don’t mind the sun scorching on me. That happens anyway. It’s literally no trouble for me to shade you too.”
“Just the same it’s no trouble for me to carry you. But now, because you wanted to stop inconveniencing and bothering me, I am now hatless and you are in the dirt.”
hello Aesop; how’s the underworld been?
Every day I wake up and Hades kicks me in the nuts.
I don’t like how you put these two photos together, as if to imply that the dumplings with the paw print have anything to do with this sweet, innocent angel who has never done anything wrong.
Maybe the dumpling just did that, we don’t know.
[ID: Two images; the first shows several handmade dumplings, one of which has a clear paw print in it where it possibly has been stepped on. The second image shows a small orange cat sitting on the carpet, looking innocently up past the camera.]
I think possibly the funniest trait to give Dr. Leonard McCoy, the CMO on the One ship in the ‘fleet which has both Vulcan and Terran crewmembers, would be red-green colorblind.
Spock & Kirk both walk into sickbay covered in blood & he squints at them like, “Whose blood is that. Which one of you is dying. Are you BOTH dying?”
it’s important to me that people know the original “he would not fucking say that” was in response to a tiktok where someone said eric cartman would thank you for asking for his pronouns. Like it just doesn’t hit the same without context.
everytime someone uses “he would not fucking say that” for something he would absolutely fucking say given slightly different circumstances or has already fucking said i immediately become indignant cause you can’t waste a joke like this on mild characterisation nitpicks. sorry. it has to be on par with Any Pronouns Cartman.
Today’s highlights in my ongoing project to read through and transcribe the letters of Rachel (a wealthy Victorian girl at boarding school on the East Coast in the 1890s) include…
Rachel’s cousin Will and his Yale roommate Allen both have the measles. Rachel shows limited sympathy (”Poor boy!”), before immediately mocking them and calling them “childish” for getting a disease only little kids get.
Rachel and her roommate “B” (It stands for Bertha!) attempted to steal a sign (what sort idk) from a fair they went to but found they “were carefully guarded”. She wishes Will could have been there to help.
Will has a crush on a girl named Jenny, who Rachel knows, and is constantly asking Rachel if Jenny has mentioned him.
“B” often sits next to Rachel as she writes and suggests things to add to the letter or just generally distracts her.
Will and Jack, who are brothers, don’t write to each other. They write to Rachel and tell her to write to the other and pass on a message for them. Rachel keeps asking why they do this, but goes along with it anyways.
Rachel always explains why there are ink blots or areas of sloppy writing in her letters. Explanations so far include such classics as: the dinner bell just rang, it’s after lights-out and I’m writing this in the dark, “B” is shaking my arm, “B” is kissing me, this pen is broken, the postman is almost here, and there was a bee.
For her 18th birthday Rachel received: a new Kodak camera, eighteen white rosebuds, silver manicure scissors, a pair of shell side combs, a silver pencil, and a vase of pink roses. However her favorite present was from her father who wrote to say she could just buy her own present and he would pay for it.
Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them.
Rachel likes to put question marks in the middle of sentences to denote sarcasm; i.e. “I am very ? sorry for you.” and “Men were not excluded and we had the pleasure ? of meeting several.”
Your 1890s slang word of the day: “squelch” (verb) - to be lectured or punished for something. Example: “I expect to be squelched unmercifully by mama and papa.” Can also be used as a noun as in: “This term we have had nothing but squelches.”
“Rachel is always mentioning the pictures she takes with her Kodak. I wish I knew what happened to them.”
Update: It took eight years, dozens of emails, an unbelievably kind invitation from Rachel’s granddaughter (also named Rachel) and 16 hours of travel but…
