I was cleaning out my high school Google drive folders, and I just found my old study group’s guide for the AP US History exam. one of our notes is “if two people are arguing and you can only remember one of their names, the other is Alexander Hamilton.”
I am literally in love with the fact I get to see how my little cousins interact even with a language barrier. On my mom’s side, I have a 3 year old little cousin who only speaks French, and on my dad’s side I have a 2 year old cousin who only speaks Spanish. When they play together it is so funny to see them blabber on and on to each other until one of them hears a word that sounds familiar and then they just repeat that word and nod like they’re totally connecting. Like today the one that speaks Spanish said “Venga a poner los pantalones en la muneca!” and the other heard “pantalones” and was just like “Oui, pantalon!” They’re best friends and it’s the cutest and funniest thing I’ve ever seen.
this bird imitating r2d2 is the cutest thing ive ever seen
What a nerd
He’s even the right colors.
do you realize this bird is a fan of R2D2. this bird heard R2D2′s sounds & decided it sounded like something that should be imitated. this bird is a star wars fan and made the choice to do a bird equivalent of cosplay
Why do they sound like someone’s vehicle has a fucked ignition?
Did someone flood these foxes engines?
^^^ exactly my thoughts
fun fact! red foxes make this sound when they have meet their perfect mate or soul mate would you have it! so basically they’re just screaming for all the other red foxes that they have found their love and for all the others to fuck off
yeah but just imagine an imp or lesser demon who takes pity on a young girl whose life was totally fucked over by overzealous parents, and who was alone because nobody wanted to befriend her.
imagine the demon seeing her crying alone while he’s possessing, like, a neighbor or something, and shambling up in the stiffly-working meat suit and sitting down and asking her what’s wrong. Imagine the little girl being afraid for a moment because people don’t usually walk like that, or talk to her, or ask her what’s wrong, before she just unleashes and lets the floodgates open. The demon is so stricken with grief for this little girl that once he gets over with his possession, he goes in his true form to her and plays whatever game she wants him to play.
Imagine that she’s finally happy and that the demon must go and so while she’s bidding a tearful farewell, the demon teaches her to summon him.
Imagine a little girl with her best friend, the lesser demon.
Now imagine her summoning him again and again through her life. To hang out. To get advice. Whatever. And one day when she summons him she’s crying. Because something bad happened. She won’t tell him what. She just wants his help to make sure nothing like that can ever happen again. She wants to be strong. He can help her with that so he does. Then she uses that power to become a superhero & he has to explain to higher level demons why she can wield brimstone but hasn’t sold her soul.
i really love tumblr sometimes because y’all make something that’s meant to be shitty and awful and horrible such as a demon and turn it into the most humanizing and empathizing piece of shit in the cutest possible way
And one day when the demon answers her summons expecting to hear about her latest exploits, he finds himself not in her house in front of the fireplace, or even in the woods out the back, but in a cold white hospital room.
She’s older now, mid 40s, he’s seen her grow from so small, but she tells him that she’s sick and there’s nothing anyone can do to make it better. That one day she won’t be able to call him anymore.
Her lesser demon is distraught, he knew she was mortal but he never expected this. Her clawless fingers have burrowed into his heart and in all his thousands of years of life he has never thought of what it would be like to lose someone, for real. To lose someone forever.
She tells him it will be ok, that it will stop hurting after a while, but he knows it’s wrong. Maybe for humans who always live with the knoweldge of their mortality, but not for him. He will never stop grieving her death.
He makes her promise to summon him every day from the hospital, and he returns to the planes of hell. He cashes in every single debt he is owed over the past three millenea, ferreting out every favour he can. He makes alliances, promises oaths in blood and barters his precious hoard of souls until finally he returns to her with an offer.
If she wants, she can leave her hospital bed, take his hand and follow him to the deepest circle of the underworld where she can be reforged into a demon too. She can live forever there, and find her own lost children on the surface, and he won’t have to lose his closest friend.
I mean… George could’ve written some kinky stuff to Martha… we don’t know… because SOMEBODY BURNED THEM…
*side eye* MARTHA.
I mean this is pretty much historically accurate according to the Chernow biography.
I will never forget reading the chapter that discussed how George apparently told dirty jokes, ordered known aphrodisiacs at the time, and wrote illusions to sex in letters to a few people that have survived. There is also this line “..J. P. Morgan destroyed some letters by Washington that he owned, claiming they were “smutty.”“ It was like going into this whole other area where I learned things I didn’t want to know about the father of this country.
And here I thought I was just making a joke… and it turns out it was probably true… I love this omg
