OMG!!! There Is A Four-leaved Clover.

SKU:PID Episode 2 - Necromantic Parody Utena

A photo I took two weeks ago of the first coltsfoot I found this spring

I had such a nice evening on the first of November. I was at one of the local cemeteries and watched as families lit the grave candles for their loved ones or placed grave candles in the remembrance garden. The sky was clear and as it got dark it went really quiet, you could see some flowers softly lit by burning candles. This peaceful atmosphere was perfect for remembering so that's what I did and then then I just watched, every one of those candles was a person once a person someone cares about. People create beautiful things when they care enough to remember so I hope everyone has someone to remember and someone who will remember them.

I would like to direct some attention to cgp grey's video this video will make you angry witch expresses this argument and expands it a bit. You can easily find it by searching for "cgp grey this video will make you angry" I would give you a link but I don't know how.

In case many of you are wondering why so much of social media has degenerated into a collection of emotionally charged political tirades, the algorithms typically elevate posts based on user engagement, such as what a controversial, dramatic statement or accusation might incur.

This formula makes sense from a business standpoint because highlighting posts that demand attention creates a user experience that ensures you’re getting bombarded with plenty of ads, but it also creates an artificial, exaggerated sense of turmoil and division that’s capable of instigating a kind of social panic, similar to how news stations do.

It will often appear that everybody is becoming increasingly neurotic, delusional, and unstable, because it’s all you see online, despite stemming from a severe minority of people. It’s important to remember though, that these posts receive attention and provoke scrutiny precisely because they’re outliers, not because they represent everyone everywhere.

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Dick Grayson loves his siblings, but he's never quite sure to what degree that love is returned.

It would be fair for them not to love him. He has messed up more than his fair share over the years, spectacularly shattering trust, destroying bridges, and failing to make amends. He sees his mistakes reflected in their eyes every time they back away from a hug.

It kills him a little, feeling them pull away from him.

Each of his siblings has had a point where he was their favorite. They would gravitate to him at family gatherings, linger with him during team-ups, and turn his apartment into a pillow fort. He should've held on tighter during those times, should've never let them slip away.

He spends weeks planning their Christmas presents. They have to be perfect- it took guilt and outright bribery to ensure everyone would be at the Manor. It stung when Stephanie and Tim ignored his calls, almost as much as Jason slamming the door in his face. They all came around eventually, and Dick had to show them all how much he cared.

He started with Damian, simply because the boy never left his mind these days. It had been hard to walk away when Bruce came back, even harder not to run back and snatch up the kid every day since. Dick found the newspaper from the first night they went out as a duo, complete with a glossy picture of them on a rooftop. It was carefully framed and placed on top of a small stack of sketchbooks and watercolors. Dick tried to forget all of the art shows he had missed recently.

Duke received a new pack of trading cards and every article that spoke positively of the "We Are Robin" movement. In a moment of extreme sentimentality, he wrote a letter explaining what Robin meant to his family and just how proud he was of Duke for turning a family name into a wave of change for the city. Dick tried to forget how angry he had once been to see the child army running the streets.

Stephanie was easy enough, he interfered as Detective Grayson and got rid of her parking tickets. Well, that, and he interviewed people that had come forward after being saved by Spoiler, and recorded all of them explaining how they would never forget their hero. He compiled all of the recordings onto a modified comm, so if she ever felt doubt on patrol, she could be reminded of all the good she has done. Dick tried to forget how he had joined Bruce in trying to run her off when she briefly took up the Robin mantle.

Cass received new pointe shoes, complete with shiny pink ribbon, and a stack of cards Dick had collected from the Gotham Center for Deaf Children. Before Orphan and Black Bat, there had never really been a signing hero in Gotham. She gave them someone to admire, and Dick thought she should know. He placed the delicate shoes on top of the cards, and tried to forget how many of her performances he had skipped.

Tim... Dick could never apologize in any way that would matter to him. He stared at a row of cameras in a store and wondered when was the last time he had actually seen Tim take a picture. It had been his passion for so long... Had the boy outgrown it or had their lifestyle forced him to abandon it? Dick was determined that either way, his brother deserved joy, so he picked one Wally recommended and carefully stenciled the Red Robin logo onto the lens cover. Dick tried to forget how Tim couldn't stand to be in a room alone with him anymore.

Jason. His Little Wing made him want to weep. He went through hours of footage from his old camera, videos of the first time they went train surfing together, when he taught Jason to fly, when Jason taught him to skateboard- all from years ago. He sat in his apartment for hours, hating himself for realizing he doesn't truly know his brother anymore. He ends up breaking into Jason's place. The day after that, he has a large box filled with leather bound versions of all the paperbacks Jason had lying around. He attempted to read some of them, but landed on making little bookmarks for his brother, each with some little inside joke on it. Dick did all of that and tried to forget that his brother didn't think they were family anymore.

December 23rd, he loads all of the gifts into his shitty truck and wonders if any of them will get him anything.

It would be fair if they didn't, though.

Lovelace and Eiffel are so good together!

As good good friends

at Trosa, Sweden

twenty reblogs and i will make the wolf 359 characters in the sims 3

“are you trying to get stuck in the martian desert, detective?” “i’d say i was succeeding”

this ending made me so sad *still crying*

*ENDLESS GROSS SOBBING AND WAILING FOREVER!*