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Members of carnivora paired with their common ancestor, a miacid. 

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someone in the UK threw eggs at Charles and was arrested and has been banned from openly carrying eggs in public and has since been sent death threats but their statement on the matter was so fucking good

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Bugs when you lift up a rock

He looks so good here like faaqwwkkkk hes so worm

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when you think about it…tintin was the first male Mary Sue

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if you shot me with a gun id pribably be pretty mad but due to my laconic and forgetful nature i bet we could still be friends

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my favorite part of beach boys lore is that the beatles are the villains

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I genuinely really enjoy the slightly religious ring that the music in gallifrey has. there's no separation of church and state, because they say they are not religious, but their rituals and mythology have a decidedly religious flavour to them. their warning system in their timeships is literally a cloister bell - a warning that could be said to be an omen that the inhabitants of said timeship will soon pass on to the afterlife. humans, too, used to ring church bells as a warning of fire or death - there's a long-standing tradition of it.

their robes, their title of "cardinal", all have a religious tinge. they say they're "more advanced" than the more "superstitious" species that they observe, but religion and mythology is more entwined in their world than it is in almost any other. the only difference is that eventually, it turns out that their gods are real. but that doesn't change the fact that they believed in them even before that.

the rest of the universe sees them as gods. would you believe that your deities have deities of their own? if you know your gods exist, how terrified would you be to find out that theirs do, too?

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post-conclave i think aldo bellini should get to do something drastic. like understated but drastic.

hit the club. go axe-throwing. drive an old man vespa down curlicue lanes and steep hills. black cassock billowing. gravel grinding against a sharp drop. teeth gritted. jump naked into the burano and fling around handful of mud while yelling at god.

take a tiny plane to malta and go cruising for like three days and have extraordinary sex and middling sex and hilariously bad sex on the beach and connect with kind strangers and sail a tiny boat and refuse invitations to escape his life with a self-deprecating self-destructive self-hating little smile. get into a screaming row with an asshole in one of those village cafés that are uniquely peopled by the most reactionary old men you ever did meet.

someone tries to rob him and he turns around, ends up grasping the knife himself white-knuckled and watching the would-be thief flee at whatever he saw in the whites of his eyes. hunch cold and exhausted against an alley wall and consider the knife. its sharp end like teeth like the worst sort of possible miracle. throw it down a canal and watch it sink noiselessly and then go back into the main thoroughfares. shoulders strengthening the way they always do when there's people around. eyes watching.

he should get to throw his inherited chess set against a wall and cry real tears. i feel like throwing the inherited chess set against a wall is the given for whatever happened in his room after thomas walked out, tremblay papers in hand, but like. he should get to do it many times. and than maybe that would fix him.

comes back to the vatican after five days. a bit of sand inside one shoe, a bit of gravel. no bruises where anyone can see. back to work. hurried steps beneath an archway, a call of his name almost like a call of relief.

a kiss of peace from cardinal lawrence, maybe. the way old priests get, chaste and dry. hand on cheek, and no excuses, really: he did not know if he was coming back either. or: he could never have gone away for very long. either way not a lie. either way he came back.

and then. back to work. still. three days four five days. the chess set waiting in his room. some rooks chipped. some knights missing halberds; the queen cracking in half. ready and waiting still. he had put it back together before leaving so it was ready to be packed or ready to be used. knelt on the cold stone and picked them up one by one. that's the kind of man aldo bellini is you see.

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Wizards! my sister made some coloring things for me, hehehe this was such a fun to color! - I’m learning to use new watercolors :3

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Saul Leiter Shoeshine, New York City Undated

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nice pair of characters who trust each other more than anyone else in the whole entire world it would sure be a shame if one of them betrayed that trust for the sake of trying to keep the other alive. it would sure be a shame to love someone so much you destroy them

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Christopher Eccleston & Billie Piper Behind The Scenes for S01 - Doctor Who: Unleashed, 20 Years in Wales

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Sergio Castellitto in Pezzi Unici S1E1 (2019)

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u know we have really good coverage on classic who male companions being bisexual in the EU. we got uhhh 5 men who are bisexual in the EU 5 who (to my knowledge) are not? that's like 50%. keep the ball rolling. we can get them all.