Jean Hersholt had many talents including sketching as this image shows. He is working on a sketch of Greta Garbo, with images of Lewis Stone, John Barrymore, and Wallace Beery in the background. All were co-stars of Hersholt in GRAND HOTEL (1932).
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Jean Hersholt had many talents including sketching as this image shows. He is working on a sketch of Greta Garbo, with images of Lewis Stone, John Barrymore, and Wallace Beery in the background. All were co-stars of Hersholt in GRAND HOTEL (1932).

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When Korben was a kitten and Iād had him around a week he jumped up onto my keyboard. I scooped him up and set him back on the ground because kitties who walk on keyboards donāt get desk privileges.
When I looked at the screen heād perfectly typed ālokiā. I know those letters are all right next to each other but it still seemed portentous as fuck.
I looked down at him and said, āI will call you Loki over my dead body, youāre Korben and youāll like it.ā Heās been the most troublesome and mischievous cat Iāve ever owned but I refuse to cave to omens.
personally if robin williams and nathan lane were my eccentric but loving gay dads i would simply love and cherish them and not be a homophobic little bitch. rip to val from the birdcage but i'm different.

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something i really liked about project hail mary is that Rocky and Grace are both equally out of their depth and about as competent as the other. theyre both the smart one. theyre both total dumbasses. neither knows whats going on. they both think the other is an idiot baby. they both admire the other's intelligence so much.
this is one of my favorite reddit posts of all time
God forbid Chippy do anything
You absolutely must unmute this video.
I thought there was a siren going off in the background
have you guys been on the rest of the internet? because as bad as this, that shit is terrible.
tumblr is reduced harm internet.
We can't even call this a hellsite anymore because hell apparently migrated
Fucking pathetic. We used to be the feared side of the internet, now we're just here
The phrase "hell apparently migrated" made me snort juice out my fucking nose oh my god thank you tumblr user introvertathome you just made my entire day I'm so serious
awww the like button turns into a rainbow when you press it! that's so cute...hey staff what's with all the trans women you keep nuking?
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
would be remiss not to mention that the rainbow notably straight up just removed the trans flag colors from it. like theyāre gone. itās the progress flag minus the trans flag colors.
thatās not the whole flag, now is it
hey staff what the fuck
hey staff don't you think you're being too on-the-nose
HEY STAFF DONT YOU THINK YOU'RE BEING TOO ON-THE-NOSE
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[Description: a looping bouncy animation of grace and Rocky from project hail mary. Grace throws himself onto rocky for a hug, smiling and nuzzling his face to the top of Rocky's xenonite covered carapace. Rocky brings a claw up to ruffle Grace's hair and grace throws himself even more on top of rocky, rocky wrapping his arms around grace. End description.]
One of the reasons people headcanon Grace as aromantic is the unfortunately realistic scene where they go "you don't have a family or a loved one" as if that's enough of a justification to send him on a suicide mission. As if not having a family makes Grace inherently less valuable and means he should be more willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good.
Grace wasn't sad and lonely, he was happy, he had a good life, he very much did not want to die. They have to do a looney tunes chase sequence and drug him because Grace was *very* unwilling to be the sacrificial lamb. Humanity's savior was dragged kicking and screaming into the role and called selfish for daring to be a coward, as if most of us wouldn't be.
And then he befriends Rocky, who never demands a sacrifice from him, who willingly prolongs his journey home so Grace can go back to his. Rocky has a mate back home and his species depends on his return, and still risks his life to save his squishy human friend. And Grace returns the favor.
And thus the power of friendship saves two planets.
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Fancy and I lay in the grass near the neighbor's yard at 2:00 a.m. The grass is wet, the insects are loud. I sing a sad song to her but change the words at the last minute.
I try to show her the double rainbow halo around the moon. She tries to show me all the night smells. I bring you bad images of both. We all miss part of the experience, yet have a lovely experience nevertheless.
Go explore the front yard with a friend! It can be an adventure if you let it! Night sniffs!
Can we not be one beast?
I'm somewhat hard of hearing. She responds to the sound of a bird's feet as it hops up a branch. I thrive on color, work with it every day, and there's a lot of it she cannot see. Her eyes detect motion faster than the refresh rate of my TV. I can taste sweetness better than she can, but she has a whole wilderness of umami open to her that I can't even imagine. She reads the past with her nose, myriad detailed stories unfold for her in a form of chronological and spatial storytelling I will never experience. I can just ask where Daddy has been. I feel and grasp with my sensitive hands, my skin senses temperature everywhere, but through whiskers and fur, she feels the motion of the air across her entire body.
I can see the birds on the power lines at the end of the street clearly.
When she looks up at night, though they are blurry and soft, she can see forty thousand brilliant stars.
Twenty thousand, only half are visible.
I'm guessing wildly at this, but this is the Large Magellanic Cloud, the best photo I could find showing visibility up to magnitude 8.
Then my approximation of a human view at magnitude 6 from a dark sky site.
Then the same for a cat with blurry vision who can't see all the colors.
Worse than napkin math, but resources for this were strangely hard to find, and I'm not an expert, so don't take any of this as accurate.
But any way you cut it, her sky is so bright and everything is soft and blurred together, like trying to concentrate on something in a dream.
The stars don't move or smell like anything. She doesn't look up while we are outside. I'd be kind of spooked if she did. Instead of stargazing, she spends half an hour cataloging various pisses from the strays and listening to what I think is the sound of the geckos that live in the stonework and creepers.
I cannot perceive these things, but they matter to her, and from the way she lies on the needlework I'm trying to finish, I know she cares about my interests also. The geckos, the pissing, the sewing, the stars, it is all equally important. It all merges in a soft, blurry, bright mass.
We sit in the grass and I get bitten by mosquitoes while she peeps and trills at me in the dark that isn't dark at all.
My beloved wife @aorryn47 is giggling like a gremlin as they affix a pride flag to the front door.
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