it's gonna be alright

“the recording is of a blackbird in my garden in the north of scotland. the idea of the piece is that it's a letter home from a migrated bird, telling the family of its new life and making the connection between the migrant and the homeland.” - jennifer cantwell

(Getting swindled by a genie) it’s like talking to a fucking tumblr user with you

the genie: how dare you say I'm fucking a tumblr user

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

I love eating palak paneer. It’s one of my favorite foods now. #MyGreenSludge

It's called a sneasuring tape, get it right.

Today round ass puppy revealed to me, exhausted, at the end of my rope, that her training wasn't working not because she didn't understand, she did, she did, but instead because treats, chicken, turkey and pork apparently weren't enough motivation. She began obeying every word with startling accuracy as soon as she was offered something else. Doing backflips and stunts with pyrotechnics as prompted for the promise of a pea. A pea. She's a dog. A pea. A pea. A pea. I have to carry peas around now. On my person. Personal peas. 🫛 peas

Dunno how to put it properly into words but lately I find myself thinking more about that particular innocence of fairy tales, for lack of better word. Where a traveller in the middle of a field comes across an old woman with a scythe who is very clearly Death, but he treats her as any other auntie from the village. Or meeting a strange green-skinned man by the lake and sharing your loaf of bread with him when he asks because even though he's clearly not human, your mother's last words before you left home were to be kind to everyone. Where the old man in the forest rewards you for your help with nothing but a dove feather, and when you accept even such a seemingly useless reward with gratitude, on your way home you learn that it's turned to solid gold. Where supernatural beings never harm a person directly and every action against humans is a test of character, and every supernatural punishment is the result of a person bringing on their own demise through their own actions they could have avoided had they changed their ways. Where the hero wins for no other reason than that they were a good person. I don't have the braincells to describe this better right now but I wish modern fairy tales did this more instead of trying to be fantasy action movies.

always forget how much eames and arthur literally carry the fischer job on their backs. killing dozens of men in impossible conditions while yusuf Drives a Normal Van and cobb and ariadne Have a Loud Conversation. saito innocent he got shot in the damn chest. everyone else ASLEEP on the job. WAKE UP!

eames is james bonding it down a fucking mountain. getting avalanched. ripping men off snowmobiles. arthur's doing fucking judo holds in zero gravity. throwing men off paradox steps. shooting guys on the damn ceiling. and doing MATH on top of it all!!! meanwhile cobb is just Yelling Exposition while ariadne Asks Questions. i'd like to negotiate the fact that everyone's getting an equal share here. i'm contacting the fucking union

i know eames was sitting in arthur's alarmingly minimalist LA penthouse that night absolutely demolishing a $3,000 bottle of scotch telling arthur i'm sorry darling i know you've got an unaccountable soft spot but i'm never working with that layabout cunt again. he insists somehow he's sore from all that tumbling down a mountain even though it wasn't real. if he ever hears ariadne urgently yell EAMES!! over a comm like there's no one else on the bloody job he won't be legally responsible for his actions. arthur meanwhile spent so long in zero g he keeps falling down stairs. it's not because he drank half the $3,000 bottle. it's not. shut up, mr. eames. you've never had a hallway decide to turn into a fucking washing machine. you've never had to float in a goddamn elevator shaft. and eames is like mmm i'll float in your elevator shaft, darling, which makes no sense but it works on arthur anyways. he's easy except when he decides to be difficult. but i digress