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bidoctor:Yes, of course, I forgive you.That’s my heart...

bidoctor:

Yes, of course, I forgive you.

That’s my heart you just heard breaking at Sherlock’s face in the last one

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Can’t risk it

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

G I V E M E U R WISDOM D U C K Y

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Oh God, better reblog!!

silentauroriamthereal:So my best friend and his husband recently got a house and there are a lot of...

silentauroriamthereal:

So my best friend and his husband recently got a house and there are a lot of rabbits in their area. My bestie is trying to show them that he’s a friend, and currently he’s been waiting for ages for this one rabbit to move so that he can water the garden, but this little guy is just hunkered right down there:

So now my bestie is trying to tempt him with carrots and his FACE, omg!

headspace-hotel:people in hunter-gatherer societies, so people for most of human history, spent ~15...

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people in hunter-gatherer societies, so people for most of human history, spent ~15 hours a week directly attending to their needs through work, this was discussed in the book Tribe by Sebastian Junger!

Also, “no weekends?” Having a sabbath day was a practice for hundreds and hundreds of years

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This seems really whiny to me. Like, I agree with you, work sucks, but our ancestors didn’t get to browse tumblr at their desks or have the option to gleefully spend their ENTIRE WEEKENDS horizontal on the couch stuffing their faces/watching tv/playing video games/wacking off.  They didn’t have weekends. They just slaved away as fucking peasants from dawn to dusk until they died in childbirth or got the consumption.

I am perfectly happy working 8 hrs a day because I don’t have to:

grow my own food

find my own clean water

heat my house

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averagefairy:

working full time is terrible why do we just accept that having 8 days off a month is normal and okay…….. being alive could be cool but we waste it at our JOBS…. sorry i’m just heated about capitalism again i’ll be fine

8 days….never thought about it like that

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replied to your post “Watching The Old Guard and my need to marry Charlize Theron is rising…”

well then, lucky for her, she’s single….time to make your move. ��

I know!!! We could lift weights together or something! It could be amazing! I’m sure Ben wouldn’t mind… 

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the funniest thing in the entire pirates of the caribbean series is definitely that one scene in At World’s End where they have parlay but davy jones is part of it, and rather than have him stand in the shallows or something they get a big bucket of water and have in stand on it on shore

who thought of that idea? who thought “put davy jones in a bucket of water” and had the guts to suggest it aloud? and then who went “hey that sounds like a great idea!”

at some point someone told davy jones their idea was for him to stand in a bucket of water and he agreed to it

*stands majestically in a bucket*

ok but notice the trail of buckets behind him meaning he walked from the ocean through three other buckets of water before he got into the one hes standing in

It’s even funnier when you consider how he must have figured all this out in the first place.

Some folks are asking “well, if he can avoid the no-dry-land curse simply by standing in a bucket, doesn’t that ruin his whole motivation?”, but he’s not on dry land here.

The parley takes place on a sandbar - which, for the unfamiliar, is a temporary “island” of sand deposited by breaking waves, unconnected with the shore, that spends most of its time submerged, being exposed only at low tide.

What Jones is doing here is rules-lawyering his curse. Can you imagine the trial and error he must have gone through in order to determine that this would actually work?

“Okay, do islands count as dry land? How about parts of the shore below the high tide mark? Reefs? Shoals? What if I stand in a pool of water on a shoal? Does it have to be seawater, or will any water do? Does it have to be a natural tidepool, or can it be something artificial, like a bucket?”

What I am saying is that there must have been a process.

Pretty sure that this implies that the reverse - a bucket of sand, floating on the water (big bucket with just a bit of sand), would qualify as dry land. That’s absurd, so I’m pretty sure that his lawyer pulled a fast one over the curse governor.

It may be absurd, but the text of the film bears it out. Davy Jones can sense the presence of his heart while it’s at sea, but not while it’s on land (indeed, that’s why he buried it on land in the first place: to break his connection with it) - yet placing the heart in a simple jar of dirt conceals it from Jones’ awareness just as surely as burial on land does, even if the jar is on a boat at the time. Suitably prepared vessels filled with dirt absolutely count as dry land for the purpose of Jones’ curse.

Then the reverse should also be true. If he buried it in a jar of water, no matter how far inland it is, he would be able to sense it. So by this logic, any container of seawater counts as not dry land, ergo, the bucket is a perfectly viable loophole.

Not necessarily. It’s traditionally a lot easier to accidentally get whammied by a curse than it is to weasel around it - I figure that’s why he’s using multiple layers of indirection here. He’s forbidden to set foot on dry land, but it’s technically not dry land (it’s a sandbar, a non-permanent landform exposed only at low tide) and he technically didn’t set foot on it (he’s standing in a bucket of water). It’s entirely possible that either one of those things alone wouldn’t make the grade.

okay but this all raises one further, very important question: if it’s specifically “dry land” he’s forbidden from, what about wetlands.

can Davy Jones fight you in salt marshes? can he throw down in a peat bog?Swamp Battle?

This is the quality content I come to Tumblr for.

could he step on land if his shoes are wet?

No matter how ridiculous PotC gets I will love it. Especially when it results in conversations like this

What if he crawls around on his hands and knees, with his feet raised slightly into the air? Can he walk on his hands? Can he ride around in a litter or a wheelchair?

can he be in a wheelbarrow?

What if he flies over dry land? Like in a hot air balloon, or in the claws of a giant bird?

What if he’s carried by two swallows using a strand of creeper?

European swallows or African swallows?

this whole thread reads like a conversation between these two:

In fact im not entirely sure that it wasn’t their idea in the first place

Or like they can carry him around in that giant salt water container they used for the Mermaid…..
Or he can opt for something like this

Honestly, Pintel and Ragetti are probably the two who came up with this

Watching The Old Guard and my need to marry Charlize Theron is rising exponentially by the minute

Watching The Old Guard and my need to marry Charlize Theron is rising exponentially by the minute

floweryshell:Problem?This is such a smooth mofo move on...

floweryshell:

Problem?

This is such a smooth mofo move on Sherlock’s part. He’s just successfully convinced John to move in with him; now he’s asked him out on a working date, to be immediately followed by a straight up dinner date. Beautiful. Smooth af!

there are only two genders

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I laughed harder than I meant to at this

silentauroriamthereal:Friendly reminder that John was so desperate to get some space from his...

silentauroriamthereal:

Friendly reminder that John was so desperate to get some space from his gaslighting, manipulative, controlling wife that he would literally ride his bike to the same place she was driving to every day, with his clothes neatly folded and 1000% ready to pack. 

Ha! I love that this post is making the rounds again…