It’s Cool It’s Cool. There’s A Monte Cristo Eventually

"Your coverage of this event has been completely out of touch and an insult to the intelligence of the American people and their lived experience"

Being able to see the part that the media cut out in the beginning makes a huge difference in understanding the context and message luigi mangione was trying to get across. Media manipulation at its finest.

Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore

I don't know if this is a thing but...

I can't stop thinking about Dark Cottagecore...

Consider:

Milk swirling into your tea reflects the stormclouds in the darkened sky as rain pelts at your window. It is trying to get in.

You sleep wrapped up in the quilt your grandmother made you. The pictures she sewed into it show scenes from the stories she whispered in your ear as a child. Sometimes, you swear the monsters on it move.

The warm, freshly baked bread is made to show hospitality to any visitors. The kindness you show them binds them into their visiting form and stops them from stealing you away at night.

Beautiful picture books you had as a child, all lined up on your bookshelf. At least three of them intone the dark rituals you know like the back of your hand.

You braid her hair, weaving wards into the plaits so you know she'll remain safe even after she crosses the threshold out of your home.

Your cat is soft as he purrs and leans into you. He is satisfied that he stopped the Things disguised as rats from getting into your home.

I'm of the opinion that Martin always found Jon attractive, but didn't develop a full crush until after he let him stay in the Archives to hide from Prentiss. I don't have any evidence for this, I just want it to be true because comedic potential.

Imagine with me the hilarity that would ensue after Sasha outs Jon as a decade younger than he claims and Martin has to entirely recalibrate his whole view of the guy. Cause he *thought* he was fantasizing about a workplace fling with an older coworker but this bastard is literally his age, he's just got a grandpa personality. Tim would laugh so hard he would choke

Shocking to me that the Caspava fans don’t understand that this isn’t the slow burn part anymore. they’re being in love currently. They both know how the other feels and know that the other person knows. and for the pace of their lives that’s enough.

they’re also super sappy romantic all the time in fun weird ways. Casper was all horny when Ava talked in his head! Ava—smarter than everyone, breaking down the spirits and minds of anyone who stands in her way—lets him care about her and allows brain power to eat the sandwiches he brings her. That crossword scene was CUTE.

like they’re meeting one another exactly where they’re at, and taking gestures and overtures at face value even though they’re both skeptical people who historically have seen making other people pull away from them as a sport.

dark academia but you live in the countryside

wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pockets… you can carry so many books in a poacher’s pocket

battered leather boots that were smart once

walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning

always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)

tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)

sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room

collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes

finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home

wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm

stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows

taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun

riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon

paddling barefoot down freezing streams, trousers rolled to your knees, cutting your feet on the rocks and feeling alive

I'm emotional ok