"excited about new kitchen knives" this, "posting about housework" that. whatever. for me the REAL sign that the tumblr userbase is aging has been the gradual uptick in people admitting that one or both of Calvin's parents are gender goals
Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies
[description: a forty second trail cam video of a baby deer bounding around the forest with its mother calmly watching and sitting down in the background. the fawn pauses every so often, tongue out panting and tail wagging before leaping off again, running and jumping in and out of frame. end description.]
advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
[big crashing sound] Did anyone else hear that!? I think God fell from the Kingdom of Heaven! Come on everyone, let's feast on his corpse until something bad happens!
something about needless tragedy when its effectively written and how it works SO well. boromir taking like seven arrows to the chest and continuing to fight and it doesnt save merry and pippin. the fact that merry and pippin were needlessly taken bc the uruks thought they had the ring, which they didnt. there are people in this war willingly sacrificing themselves to distract sauron from frodo and then there are people given no time to think through a plan, doing the best with the few seconds they have and dying with the hope that their actions will protect the people they love. and sometimes it doesnt. boromirs epic final stand did not actually matter, did not give the hobbits a chance to escape. but his final breaths were given with love nonetheless.
sometimes heroism is not in whether or not your actions actually save people, sometimes the glory is simply in the desperate and heartfelt trying
living with a cat is such a trial sometimes like. he wants company while he eats. walk with him to the kitchen and he will look longingly at his dish but not eat from it. I already had breakfast earlier while he wasn't in the room. I wash out my coffee cup while he watches, hoping that convincing him I mean to linger here will give him permission to start eating. he doesn't eat. I move to make myself a cup of tea since I had coffee already. The Very Second I press the button on the Keurig machine, his face is in his dish happily crunching up his kibble, because he doesn't just want company he wants us to eat together, and apparently making myself a hot drink counts well enough in kitty brain logic. I love this stupid, illogical, picky creature with my entire heart.
