i don't say this very often so you can trust me when i say for the love of god please unmute

Audio description: Very loud trilling purrring.

Very important kitty noises

I think your cat is probably a dove

The cat is ringing, pick up!

....PURRGLING!!!

i try to be nonchalant but i've only ever known being dramatic

I finished the Star Trek Doorway quilt. It turned out lovely. I know it looks simple but this was a complicated build. I honestly don’t know how I managed to get the height and width to line up with the outer blocks. #startrek #quilt #handquilting

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

favourite additions

You cannot hide this in the tags, bestie. This is too lovely to keep a secret.

Theodor would approve.

My fav whaling logbook phenomenon is when their keeper opts NOT to use whale stamps and instead hand-draws very ornate whales to indicate when he sees them, but then as time goes on the whales get progressively shittier looking because that’s too much work. I know how it feels to get locked into an artistic bit later regretted, man.

E.g.

[ID: Detailed drawing of a sperm whale with shading, eyes, and a spout]

[ID: Wobblier drawing of a whale with no shading and no detailed features]

[ID: The vague blurry notion of a whale]

Maybe he kept encountering shittier whales

It is still wild to me that I legitimately have to research in a bikini in order to effectively collect data.

And the reason being is that people (of all genders equally) perceive me as a threat otherwise.

Like

Threat vs not a threat

People have said before that they are concerned I’m gonna get them in trouble, but I think the real reason folks get mean is that tourists effectively enter a liminal space when they go on vacations (especially American tourists on tropical vacations) and they don’t want anything to pull them out of that mindset.

So when I show up with a clipboard and wanting to talk while wearing an outfit that clearly says “I’m working, but not in any sort of position that exists in your vacation fantasy,” that pulls them out of the fantasy and they react negatively.

Meanwhile, if I’m dressed the same way everyone else is, even if I have a clipboard and want to talk about the same thing, I automatically become a wacky NPC who is part of the fantasy.

I no longer hear “It’s really weird that you’re just out here watching people” but instead “You get to lay on the beach all day and call it “work?” Hell yeah! Living the dream!”

Yes I study raccoons. The critically endangered pygmy raccoons like to live at beach clubs. My current study is looking at interactions between tourists and/or tourism industry staff and the raccoons.

Surely this is just environmental camouflage that let's you get closer to your subjects?

It's just as valid as when wildlife photographers cover themselves in netting with twigs and leaves attached or hide inside a fake rock right?

I love how we all glossed over the idea of a pygmy raccoon

Yeah, this is Mama, a full grown pygmy raccoon. They are a completely separate species than common raccoons. Their scientific name is Procyon pygmaeus and they are a critically endangered species. There are only around 120 left in the world and they are only found in the island of Cozumel in Mexico. I, tumblr user raccoonmilf and the creator of Dashcon, am the only United States citizen legally allowed to research them. I am currently studying how pygmy raccoons are impacted by direct human activity within the tourism industry.

tragedy enjoyers when a character upholds the system that they themselves were a victim of

Absolutely love Hamlet Act 4 Scene 5 where Horatio enters the room along with the Queen and the Gentleman who explains about Ophelias madness, stands there for a while without saying anything, then leaves right after Ophelia. Horatio, why are you even there? What’s going through your mind? Why does everyone who isn’t named Hamlet literally ignore you in every scene? Why didn’t you mention Ophelia’s madness to Hamlet when you guys met up in Act 5? I have so many questions.

What I find so fascinating about Horatio is how he seems to act merely as Hamlet’s shadow for most of the play. There’s one line in Act 5 where Claudius addresses Horatio directly*, but other than that, all the major characters except Hamlet act as though he doesn’t exist. He’s present when Rosencrantz and Guildenstern speak to Hamlet after the play-within-a-play, but his presence isn’t acknowledged by either of them. He is present in the above mentioned scene with Ophelia, but nobody acknowledges the fact that he’s there. In the gravedigger scene, there is no actual dialogue between him and the Gravedigger. It’s the same with the Osric scene, where Osric only ever seems to acknowledge and reply to Hamlet’s remarks, and during the duel where nobody except Hamlet talks to him.

Then there’s the dialogue between Horatio and Fortinbras at the end. Now that Hamlet is dead, it’s Horatios turn to step out of the shadows and finally take the centre stage.

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* «I pray thee, good Horatio, wait upon him»

I’m not saying it’s possible to do a staging of Hamlet where Horatio is Hamlet’s imaginary friend, but I’m also not saying it isn’t possible.

… there is an idea of a Horatio, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.

There's also the equally devastating possibility of Horatio being a ghost that only Hamlet can see (and the guards and Fortimbras?), and Claudius' line could be read as a prayer to Hamlet's departed friend, unaware that he's right there.

the self-indulgent fanfiction will continue until morale improves