Is it bad that I headcanon this?
jesUS CHRIST JUST CLICK LISTEN
YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT
I AM ROLLING ON THE GROUND IN SILENT LAUGHTER WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME
THE GIF FITS
THIS IS THE BAT-CAT AUDIO [X]
I PRESSED PLAY JUST AS I WAS TAKING A DRINK AND DIET COKE JUST SHOT OUT MY NOSE. I FEEL LIKE I JUST VOMITED
there are so many layers of humor to appreciate here
the disruption of pleasant relaxing music
the word “sail” being yelled slightly off-beat as if the person filming was planning this and got a little eager
the small child’s laughter in the background
the pianist whispering “shit” to himself as if he only dropped an m&m or something
the foot appearing seemingly out of nowhere
the dedicated pianist falling down with his piano
it’s all so beautiful
Women’s Halloween costumes make me mad.
look at the names of the luigi one
The War Horse stage! The show was absolutely stunning, and one day I’d love to go back! #warhorse #thelowry
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Dad has just come back from the vet, and apparently Molly has passed away. I still can’t quite get my head around it, and even though I’ve had a feeling and have been expecting it all day, it’s still a shock. Everything feels like it’s in a haze now, and it all feels a little surreal. I keep swinging between oddly lighthearted as I remember the good times with her (or get distracted - having both ADD and problems with memory loss means that it doesn’t take much for me to suddenly forget that I’m sad and go back to things like cleaning out my tablet drive) then hollow, then really upset, and nothing seems to stick. I had a complete anxiety attack when Dad first told me, too, and while I managed to suppress it for a while, now it’s just making me feel completely shaky.
Hopefully I’ll be able to at least hold it together tomorrow, when I take my sister to Manchester to see War Horse. If nothing else, she had a good, long life (she lived to be 18!) and we had a lot of fun with her. She was a loveable, bonkers dog who would bark at strangers then promptly get bored and just sniff them to death instead, and she would cuddle up to me and then lean into me until I fell over. She was known for headbutting people, wiping her nose on jeans the world over and shedding everywhere she went (she could go from freshly groomed to covering an entire sofa in ten seconds flat) and in her younger years she was probably the world’s biggest fan of muddy puddles (complete with mischievous “I’m gonna do it and you can’t stop me!” stares at whoever happened to be walking with her at the time). She ate everything in sight - satsumas were her favourites - and she once ate through a door. She even demolished an entire selection box full of dark chocolates and lived to tell the tale, or at least pant about it. There’ll never be another dog quite like her, and I’m so thankful to have had the privilege to grow up alongside her.
Molly, have an awesome time in dog heaven. May there be endless cushions for you to lie on, all the butts you could ever hope to sniff and muddy puddles galore, you beautiful lunatic.
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I think I’m feeling worse today than I have in a long time. I just wish someone would give me an update on Molly. I’m fearing the worst, but it’s harder not knowing her condition than it would be getting bad news about her. She’s practically Schrödinger’s dog at this point, and it feels horrible.
the future is here and it’s horrible
#embarrassing baby photos of the future robotic rulers of the planet
Friendly reminder that Discworld is a lot more important than people give it credit.
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Well, there’s a chance I’ll be dog-less fairly soon. A few days ago I heard Molly struggling to get through the dogflap (an increasingly common occurrence with her arthritis) and came downstairs to let her in. When I opened the door, I found her panting heavily, standing on the wrist joint of her left leg as if it had gone completely lame. With some effort I managed to get her in, and found that she was also drooling excessively, and her front legs were soaked. Even now, I’ve no idea what happened to her.
As it was late in the evening, mum had to take her to the emergency vet. They couldn’t find anything immediately wrong with her, and recommended an x-ray. We’ve had to wait until today for our main veterinary clinic to be open for that, and in that time Molly has worsened. She’s regained her appetite, at least (on the night that it happened, she refused both food and water) and she’s no longer so obviously upset, but her hind legs seem to have stopped working completely, and she’s become incontinent. I have my suspicions that it may have been a stroke, although I can’t be sure. It would certainly explain why she went from being fine to being lame on one side with no signs of an accident or any injury.
She’s at the vet’s clinic now, and while I want them to call and say that it’s fine, that it was a break or torn ligament or something and she just needs a few weeks in a cast, the more I think about it, the less likely it sounds. It’s clear that she was suffering, and at nearly 18 years old, is there really all that much that they could do? For now, the best I can do is keep that old saying in mind: “Hope for the best, expect the worst.” All well and good, although the “hope” bit is easier said than done right now.
Still. We’ll see.
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This is probably the first time I’ve drawn something truly metaphorical. Ten points if you can guess what it’s about! :P #art #drawing #sketch #doodle #robot #inktense #kuretake #scifi #metaphor
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