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Who’s this? Meet Mosi, a floppy-eared okapi calf born at the San Diego Zoo. What’s an okapi? It’s not a zebra, antelope or any other species. It’s just an okapi, the only living relative of the giraffe and an endangered species. Learn more about Mosi here.
“Why I hate straight men,” a thread by me. Congrats, you assholes. You just scared me to fucking death. You know what’s the worse bit? Feeling helpless because you know that you can’t risk angering them. That’s it. That’s the worst fucking part.
“I remember, Sam. I still remember.” He was not making sense. “Remember what?” “Dragons,” Aemon whispered. “The grief and glory of my House, they were.”
Game of Thrones S7 + The Onion Headlines: Part 2
ASOIAF Houses - House Stark
House Stark of Winterfell is a Great House of Westeros, ruling over the vast region known as the North and the Vale as Kings in the North from their seat in Winterfell, recently retaken by the Starks from House Bolton. It is by far one of the oldest lines of Westerosi nobility, claiming a line of descent stretching back over eight thousand years. The head of the house is the Lord of Winterfell.
For centuries our families fought together, against their common enemy. Despite their differences, together. We need to do the same if we’re gonna survive. Because the enemy is real. It’s always been real.
The flames on our banner have forged new blades. Bigger and stronger, we’re cubs no longer.
WE’RE WOLVES OF THE NORTH
Wolves of the North — Karliene
ALEXANDER POHL
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HOLY
Tell them winter has come.
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oh my god last thing i swear but something else I love is how fucking dramatic and Extra™ the Starklings all are.
Jon is just out there clanging the bells, doing his whole speech any time someone even remotely mentions “winter”. “It’s a little chilly in here” everyone within a 5 mile radius groans because then comes Jon Snow bounding into the room like “heard you were cold. It may be because it’s winter. Winter is here. The long night is coming. The darkness is coming for us all. Enemies surround us,” he really might as well start wearing an apocalypse sign and invest in a megaphone
And then Sansa???? Homegirl really pulls out Arya and makes a big deal of making it looking like she’s gonna kill her and then she pauses and goes “Lord Baelish” I bet she mentally thought “fuck yeah” when she saw his face she deserves like 10 Oscars for playing him girl’s been planning his death ever since he sold her out to the Boltons lmao
And A r y a lmao look at her going really big into Creep Mode to fool Baelish too. “Hey Arya we kind of need to figure out how to trick Baelish maybe we can-” “Say no more I’ll threaten you in private, want me to caress your face with a knife or something?” “well you don’t need to be so hardcore about it maybe just-” “no, no, anyway, go to my room tonight and look into my bag that totally doesn’t have faces in it, wink wink.” And even besides that we got our girl being such a grudge holder that she repeats her list of names to kill each night and tells the people she wants to kill that they’re on her list
And hooooooooooooooo my god Bran. At this point I’m just headcanoning that he’s intentionally fucking with people. Gives Arya the dagger and doesn’t tell her what to do with it yet because he lives for the #drama of it all. He sets the drama in motion, takes time out of his day to interrupt conversations with random receipts just to watch people freak the fuck out, will have a 30 minute spiel on how he can see literally everything only to go “lol nah man chill i just googled it” when someone asks how he knew something
We don’t get to choose who we love.
This guy is a living saint. Without being asked, he turned his furniture stores into shelters for people who were flooded out of their homes by Hurricane Harvey. His employees used his delivery trucks to drive through flooding neighborhoods, rescue people, and take them to the stores. He set up showers, gave people clothing, and allowed them to rest on his showroom furniture–and it’s not cheap stuff, either. He’s also been feeding them three meals a day. On his own dime!
When the city of Houston and the Red Cross finally organized enough to open up some official shelters, some of the people sheltering in Gallery Furniture stores moved there and Mack was able to bring even more hurricane evacuees into his stores to shelter. He’s also sheltering members of the National Guard who have arrived to help.
Now he’s collecting donations–cash, cleaning supplies, and volunteered time–to help people clean out their homes.
A petition is going around on change.org to make August 26 Mattress Mack Day in Houston. Frankly, I think they should name a street after him. This isn’t the first time Mack has stepped up to support his community–and even people outside his community. He sheltered Katrina victims in 2005. Almost every year he buys animals at the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, which provides college scholarships to high school students. He gives and gives and gives, and has done so for the 35 years that he’s been doing business in Houston. Now he’s asking the community to dig deep and help him give a little more.
If you’ve been thinking about supporting the people in the Houston area, this would be an excellent place to give your time or money. I will definitely be making a donation to Mattress Mack, and I’ll probably stop by Gallery Furniture on my next trip back to Texas.
I totally understand if you can’t afford to donate, or if you just don’t wish to do so, but please reblog and share! I’d like to see him reach his goal.
mom, do you have any favourite recipes?
Hello, dear! 💛🍯I’m gonna recite one of my favorite kinds of cookie recipes to make!They’re creamy, delicious, fluffy, chocolatey cookies! 🍪
💛 Ingredients 💛~ – ~🍪 2 cups flour 🍪 ½ tablespoon of baking soda🍪 ½ teaspoon of salt 🍪 ¾ cup of melted butter🍪 1 cup of brown sugar 🍪 ½ cup of honey *my special ingredient*!🍪 ½ cup white sugar🍪 1 tablespoon of vanilla extract 🍪 1 egg🍪 1 egg yolk 🍪 2 cups of chocolate chips *or more if you like!*~ – ~
💛 Directions 💛~ – ~🍪 Preheat oven to 325° F, grease cookie sheets🍪 In a separate bowl, sift the flour, baking soda, and salt together, and set it aside 🍪 In another bowl, cream the melted butter, brown sugar, and white sugar 🍪 Beat/whisk in vanilla, egg, and egg yolk into the same bowl until mixture is light and creamy🍪 Then, mix in the sifted ingredients until it is well blended🍪 Stir in chocolate chips using a spoon🍪 Drop cookie dough ¼ cup at a time onto prepared cookie sheets. Cookies should be about 3 inches apart🍪 Bake 15-17 minutes in the preheated oven, cool on baking trays for a few minutes before transferring the cookies elsewhere to further cool!!🍪 Finally, eat up!! Lots of yummy cookies for your tummy!! ~ – ~If you make these, please show me how they turn out!! I would love to see, dear! I’m probably going to make some soon, too!! 💛🍪💛
Something to make you smile
Azuma Makoto, a 38-year-old artist based in Tokyo, launched two botanical arrangements into orbit: “Shiki 1,” a Japanese white pine bonsai tree suspended from a metal frame, and an untitled arrangement of orchids, lilies, hydrangeas, and irises.
Two ingredients cake 😱 📷: @buzzfeedtasty
Last night my husband showed me a local Beaumont news story about a woman died in my hometown as she tried to stay afloat in the floodwaters of Hurricane Harvey. The little girl was rescued alive, but the mother was unresponsive. I shook my head. The next morning, I saw a post in the Facebook group for my high school senior class about the tragedy. Photos appeared in the comments and that’s when I fell apart: police had identified the woman who died as my friend Collette.
Articles about her death were published all over the country. The LA Times called her death “a true testament to a mother’s will.” The NY Times headlined her as “Drowning Mama.” I don’t mention these descriptions because they’re wrong, they’re all true, but because it felt strange to read about someone I knew described as a near-anonymous victim.
Many people in my senior class had trouble remembering her. They dug up old yearbook photos and confirmed she did indeed graduate with us at West Brook Senior High School. That’s understandable, you can’t know everyone you went to high school with. But I knew her, and I’d like to write down what I remember about her before she becomes another Facebook profile memorial.
I don’t remember how I met Collette. It must have been soon after I moved back to Texas, and we were friends from middle school until we graduated from high school. We ate lunch together when we had matching lunch periods, went to the movies, showed up at each other’s parties, had sleepovers and hung out at the mall. I can see her sitting on my couch, or my bedroom floor, chatting the night away about nothing in particular. One night, just for fun, I recorded our voices and played it back.
“Turn it off,” she said. “That conversation was boring the first time.”
One day I took a plastic frog to school and pretended to pick it up from the ground. I told her I’d caught a real frog and when I tried to show it to her, she backed away. I tossed it at her and she squealed and ran off. When she came back I admitted it was plastic and she gave me that smile and rolled her eyes. At lunch, I left the frog on my soda can while we went to the food line and when we came back, a group of kids were circling it. Thinking they were crushing a real frog, they smacked the can and spilled soda all over Collette’s food. She was very forgiving.
She was late for every movie. All of them. Not “missed the previews” late, not even “thirty minutes in” late. She would show up a full hour into every show. I usually let her pick the film and she’s the reason I saw Curly Sue and Threesome in the theater. Threesome was so bad, I leaned over near the end and whispered, “This is awful, let’s just go.”
She folded her arms and clenched her teeth. “I paid to see this movie,” she said, “and I’m gonna’ watch it.”
I didn’t argue with her, she’d paid full price to see half a movie. I sat back and watched Stephen Baldwin have an awkward sex scene because fair was fair.
People gave her a hard time about her weight. “You have such a pretty face, they tell me,” she said once. “You would be so pretty if you lost weight. That just, uch…” She didn’t need to put into words how vicious and useless it was to say things like that. Collette was tougher than the people who tried to define her by her body.
Collette and her mother were close. One year her mother rented a hotel room for her daughter’s birthday and invited a group of us to stay. We watched Single White Female and scared ourselves to death. There was cake and a sparkly chandelier from Party City and we stayed up too late and it was one of the best nights of my life. Collette loved parties.
Dooney and Burke handbags were a must-have among affluent girls at my high school. We weren’t affluent girls, but Collette’s mom gave her the money to buy one anyway. There was only one store that sold them at Parkdale Mall and they had a reputation for using saleswomen to intimidate teens into leaving the store. I didn’t want to shop in a store like that but she wanted me to go along so I went with her for support. She marched right up to the counter and picked out a purse without paying any attention to how the saleswomen were looking at her. Collette was fearless.
I tried to find pictures, but I haven’t yet. Pictures were physical back then. I did find the note she wrote me in our senior yearbook. It read:
Hi Georgia,
Well, it’s four years later and soon we’ll be off to college. I can’t believe we’re SENIORS. We’ve had a lot of fun over the years but it seems like we’re always busy. Good luck in college and the future. Have fun and remember you only live once.
Love,
Collette Sulcer
Ps. Stay in touch.
We didn’t. Every graduate in 1994 knew how hard it would be to stay in touch in a world that had stopped writing letters but hadn’t yet discovered cellphones, Facebook and e-mail. I went out of state and she went to Lamar. She became the kind of medical technician her co-workers can’t stop raving about. An entire hospital of medical professionals in Port Arthur, Texas is grieving her tonight.
When Facebook took off, we found each other again and I followed her life from a distance. She had a baby and I thought, “We’re both mothers now, look at us.” On August 27, I was working late and I saw a Facebook notification pop up that read, “Collette Sulcer has marked herself safe from Hurricane Harvey.”
“That’s nice,” I thought. She was in Beaumont, not Corpus or Houston. She was safe.
Except a few hours later, she wasn’t.
I’d been thinking about Collette a lot lately because I’ve been writing about her. I’ve often written about her, under different names and characters. She exemplified how to be a friend, and I admired her honesty, her positivity, her support and her compassion. Collette was someone I wished I could be more like.
I hope Jordyn reads this someday, when she’s older. I’d like her to know what her mother was like when she was young, that she was a hero who loved her more than her own life, but that she was also a person worth knowing who uplifted everybody who knew her. They deserved more time together.
From a comrade:
You know, I’m pretty much 1000% OK with anyone in Houston jacking a flat screen.
I mean, you’re gonna have multinationals rip rare Earth metals out of Africa at gun point and ship ‘em to China to be assembled into a TV in some factory where they got nets on the roof to stop 'em from jumping off. You’re gonna put it on a boat crewed by a bunch of Filipinos who are gonna find out when they get to port that the boat owner defaulted and isn’t paying 'em, and if they complain they’ll get blacklisted. Slap that shipping container onto a truck where the trucker is in debt and working at almost no profit margin, from an owner-operator scheme, and can’t even unionize because he’s “not a worker”. Slap the TV into some big box store where an 80 year old woman whose benefits got cut is working the register because her son can’t support her any more because his factory job got “outsourced” to prison labor and now he works at a burger joint while pundits shout that if burger flippers wanted better wages they should have learned to work in manufacturing. Now, have a hurricane run through town and flood the place, after fossil fuel companies spent decades paying politicians to ignore the warnings while they rip up the mountains and the prairies, poison the water and the air, and hot-box the whole planet, so we’ve got “100 year” and “500 year” storms happening every couple years.
THEN, you take some guy whose farm went belly up because US government-subsidized corn flooded into Mexico, and whose hometown got overrun by cartel fueled by US drug money, so he ran across a border to make a living in Texas, and he and his family decided not to run from the storm because ICE is deporting every undocumented worker they catch back to God knows what future.
- and THAT motherfucker decides, once the whole city is flooded and everything is hell, “Fuck it, at least I can watch Game of Thrones in HD next season!”.
THAT’S where you draw the line?
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![Guy Tries To Make His Neighbors Smile During Hurricane Harvey. [full Video]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/3ed1d333b60d2d6c68117da977f7a849/tumblr_ovh3fyvSNV1vb46leo2_400.gif)
Guy tries to make his neighbors smile during Hurricane Harvey. [full video]
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