Tha Akris Fall 2026 collection at Paris Fashion Week (click for more)
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Tha Akris Fall 2026 collection at Paris Fashion Week (click for more)
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hi yes this is god's assistant, let me give you darwin's number
This is delightful which of course it is because it’s Tim Curry dammit but it contains two earth shattering revelations for the Curryverse and they are
1) he was considered for Ian Malcolm in Jurassic Park
2) he read the screenplay for Silence of the Lambs and wanted to be cast as Hannibal Lector
Both sides! BOTH SIDES !!!! BOTH SIIIIIII *men with butterfly nets come out and lead me away*
Can't Quit The Blues Album Cover Buddy Guy
Mustang Sally (feat. Jeff Beck)
-Buddy Guy🎸🎶
Jeff Beck🎸🎶
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>Iran has some Tomahawks.
does every gop moc need rehab?
this dialogue makes clancy's sound like shakespeare
I passed along what yall have given so far. One family, who are in a very difficult situation, used some of what I sent them to buy food for someone else who is in great need. These are such good people.
$4100 to go.
a comic panel that has a man (who is leaving) saying to a crying woman what makes you happy and she says i don't remember
today's assignment for everyone is to try and remember because we need it more than ever 💜
what has been making me very happy lately is listening to eps of springsteen's radio show my home to yours that include little stevie and southside johnny because hearing those 3 talk about the old days is magical to me
I like how Aragorn has different names for himself in different places in Middle Earth because he bounces checks or something
we call patrick guantanamo because of the torture
pork chop motherfucker
may you find your joy all day long buddy
its colts neck and it hasn't gone beyond the proposal stage and someone got all the attention he wanted
Steve Emt and Laura Dwyer have different paths to wheelchair curling, but together they could give the U.S. its first Paralympic medal in the sport.
For Dwyer, the journey to the Paralympics has been guided by a simple mantra.
All of Republican politics is a war of the unemployable on the employed.
*IRAN'S IRIB: EXPLOSION OF AN OIL TANKER NEAR ABU DHABI
Penny died on November 9. She was 16 years old. How lucky I feel to have shared a life with her. She was a comedian and a hellraiser. She’d do something silly and then give you a look to make sure you were in on the joke. She tore through old dirt bike tires and horse balls. When we moved into our house in 2019, she ran across the bridge over the creek a few times and then realized she could just jump straight over the creek, so she’d go tearing after her ball and just blast herself into the air. She could jump high enough to see over the 6 foot fence and she’d scare the shit out of people when her head popped up. She loved getting comfy. She’d sleep on as many pillows as possible, her whole body curled up next to my head. She had a special spot on the east side of the house where she’d lay in the morning sun and bake her belly until she was practically overheating. When we went camping, she’d slowly shove me off my sleeping pad and take over. She was too independent to cuddle for long, but after breakfast in the mornings, she would get back in bed with me and let me hold her for a while. She loved ear rubs and forehead kisses. She ran miles and miles. She loved to sprint up and down the beach, racing past the waves. You could see her eyes go peaceful as her body picked up speed. She eagerly chased Nate on his mountain bike and challenged me to keep up. She ran through the woods alongside us when we snowshoed the PCT, crashing through the crusted snow and paddling in the powder underneath. She hated rain and would lay her ears out sideways to try to keep water from dripping in. Afterward, she would scrub her whole body up and down the couch, grunting and wiggling to get her ears dry. She begrudgingly learned to swim after anxiously watching me jump in an alpine lake, and learned to love it when she realized she could fetch sticks out of the water. She ruined every fishing trip she went on after that, thinking the lures cast into the water were for her to chas…
She obsessed over seeing unusual animals. Her favorite were deer, and she had a special sort of yodeling cry I only ever heard her make for them. When one of our neighbors got a goat, she’d eagerly go up to the fence and marvel at him. On one of our last walks around Lake Merritt, she met a horse and just stared and stared. Penny was my best friend. We resembled each other in so many ways — both fiery, stubborn, fiercely loving and loyal but quick to lash out. I trusted her taste in people, and she trusted me. We could be gentle with each other, even when we struggled to be soft with others. Loving her — and I think loving any being deeply — held up a mirror to all my flaws. I had to look at my laziness on the days I didn’t feel like walking her, at my impatience when we wanted conflicting things, at my inattentiveness when I took my eye off her and she escaped down the storm drain, and I had to go crawling through the drains of Oakland with a flashlight to fish her out. She forced me to grow, but I also ache at all the big and small ways I let her down. She was by my side for the very best and worst moments of my life. When I met her, I felt this little wisp of flame inside me that was the start of a family, and I kept it so secret for fear of extinguishing it. She was Nate’s little girl before she was mine, and when I came along, she begrudgingly gave up her seat in the truck and then sat on the floor glowering at me. Together, we set off on the adventure of being a family and it felt so fragile I could barely breathe — the terror of the hope to be loved. When we split up, Nate gave Penny and I the kindness of allowing us to stay together, a huge self-sacrifice. I will always be grateful for that. In her later years, Penny kept learning. She picked up new commands without me even knowing it. She learned what free boxes were and how to dig in them to find a new stuffy to carry home with her. She made a fast friend in Luna, whose easy, gentle presence comple…
I truly don’t know how this is the case, but my cutie little medical foster I posted a while ago is still up for adoption at East Bay SPCA. Someone go snap Cerulean up!
Musk's tweets/retweets about the trial have been an issue for the judge in this case. In court this morning, Justice Breyer raised the issue that these kinds of posts could bias the jury if they inadvertently came across them. Today he asked jurors if they had seen any publicity related to the case.
Last week, a trial began to determine whether Elon Musk misled Twitter shareholders over his 2022 purchase of the co.
On X, he's been posting his contempt for the trial and praise from followers that "he lost billions of his own money so they internet could stay free."
(Twitter was alway free.)
Fool California once, shame on, shame on you. Fool California twice, shame on, shame on you. Fool California three times, shame on, shame on you. Fool California four times--can't get fooled again!
In Gavin Newsom's California?! Unpossible!
"Kyle Langford, a far-right Republican candidate best known for inflammatory antisemitic comments praising Nazis. Langford has since dropped out and launched a campaign styled as a progressive Democrat in California’s 26th district."
a comic panel that has a man (who is leaving) saying to a crying woman what makes you happy and she says i don't remember
today's assignment for everyone is to try and remember because we need it more than ever 💜
he only assaults young men, he has no use for girls 😑
