alternatively phil can get the condiments shirt and dan can get the pigeon one and they'll fit their own aesthetics while both looking like they're extremely unsubtly trying to seduce the other by wearing a massive fuckoff picture of something they love on their tits

need to beam this tweet directly into everyone's minds right now

nimble, a border collie-papillon mix, wins the 12” class in the 2024 masters agility championship. the first time a mixed breed has won at westminster ever.

context explaining why the announcer is screaming, this is supposed to take a high level competitive agility dog 40 seconds

Like the dog doesn’t even know it’s a competition and she’s made history. She(?) just is happy and knows she made her owner happy too.

The face of a being with only a wind storm between their ears, moments before unleashing it unto the world

always a pleasure to see this girl on my dashboard

Some excellent comments here. The problem isn’t the factories that make manufacturing more efficient, it’s that the people working there often have poor working conditions, are only there because they have no better options, and don’t get any real benefit out of their employers’ success. Fix that, and we can absolutely keep the freedom that comes from having people specialise in specific skills, instead of having to do everything needed for individual survival ourselves

We are part of nature. And we are uniquely equipped, in many ways, to help heal the planet we are part of - so long as we keep choosing to help, and to heal, this planet of which we are a part

something something your partner being able to see parts of yourself you can't

I'm fairly confident the doctors vetoed that one (thank god) but it really says a lot about how caregivers will bulldoze the rights of developmentally disabled people when those rights are inconvenient to them.

De verkar tro att regionerna delar ut mastektomier hux flux vilket inte stämmer överens med verkligheten jag levt i.

After a long illness, my beloved laptop, 3, while surrounded by family and tech support, succumbed in the night to an internal error. My laptop leaves behind one bereaved admin (me), an estranged guest user, an elderly warranty and a large extended family of synced mobile devices and browser bookmarks. Friends, we are gathered in this subdomain today to honor the memory, both RAM and hard drive, volatile and non-volatile, and mourn the data loss of a beloved digital companion. Caches to caches, rust to rust. Though its hard drive may be wiped, its chassis refurbished, and its processor sold for scrap, its torrent downloads and browser history will live on in our hearts, and eventually come back to haunt me.

It must have been a lot to process.

don’t for a second think i’d reblog this without letting my followers know that

I don't see what the-- oh gosh