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I printed out this article about horses in black and white and somehow it made this picture of a blue eyed horse look even scarier

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Personal hype song ranking:

1. Pale, Pale Moon

2. Rocky Road to Dublin

3. I Lied to You

Watched Sinners holy fucking shit

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ik it doesnt seem like it but have you ever played the death mark games? :>>

No what are those

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#shootersforAnnie

Watched Sinners holy fucking shit

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Watched Sinners holy fucking shit

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Amazing digital circus seems to be indicating a dangerous trend that today's young fandom denizens are referring to Jax as a "Tumblr sexy man" when in truth he is a far more universally beloved and historied archetype: the vile venomous twink who is just generally intolerable to be around yet just subtly tragic enough to still have hope for a redemption arc

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Not necessarily a discipline but since it happened recently it's on my mind and I wanted to share: there's a festival in Iwate prefecture, Japan called Chagu Chagu Umako (チャグチャグ馬コ) where about a hundred horses are dressed in elaborate regalia and bells and paraded from one nearby shrine to another, often with children on their backs. The sound of the bells is one of the top 100 soundscapes of Japan and it's an intangible folk culture property.

Anyway this year pics of it went super viral because of this adorable foal who was following Mommy with a Winnie the Pooh plushie on its back and I think everyone should see this image

Odd question, does your horsey knowledge extend well into other cultures? I'm not a big horse expert I just think they're cute, but I could see the interest expanding into niche cultures' uses. Like, heritage breeds, unique disciplines that aren't part of the popular interest, and certain cultures' views on horses themselves?

I know more than the average person, but I'm by no means an expert! Here's some starting points:

Wikipedia has a really extensive list of riding disciplines:

And there's a couple agricultural organizations with lists of heritage breeds:

I love ethnozoology, but I don't actually know that much about horses, outside of their role in Danish society. Since ethnozoology is so geographically distinct, and a lot of research is never published in English, it's hard to get in-depth reliable information. Like, every dreamy horsekid knows the supposedly Arabic saying that "the winds of heaven flow between the ears of a horse" (i.e., the most heavenly experience is to gallop on a horse), but I don't speak Arabic, I have no idea what the original saying might be or where it came from. Many such cases with ethnozoology.

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kagefuture kanoshin comic... sketchy.. fast... i have to study can these 2 leave me ALONE

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naruto boys react to you having a tapeworm

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Scary horror game mother and her Latino son do we fw it

Does she adequately read as horror game yokai or does my hypercritical voice have a point in calling her budget vivziepop

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Does she adequately read as horror game yokai or does my hypercritical voice have a point in calling her budget vivziepop

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Gaza: The City of the Flour Zombies

My brother and I went out after midnight, like the rest of the starving souls in Gaza. Our first stop was at the General Security intersection, trying to figure out where the flour trucks might pass. Then we moved north, toward Al-Helou Station and Badri & Hania Company, only to find hungry people sleeping in the streets — unconscious, or so it seemed. We had to step over them, stumble among them. There was no light but that of the full moon, which occasionally vanished behind drifting clouds.

We found a somewhat safe spot near Al-Andalus Tower and sat down briefly. Then we decided to move closer to a metal shack known as “Ma’rouf’s Bricks,” across from a bombed-out building with a canopy. We stayed there for a while, talking quietly about how far we’ve fallen and the state we’re living in. We hadn’t even noticed there was someone sleeping right beside us until he stirred, mumbled a few words, and drifted back into sleep.

With no signal and barely a working phone call, someone on the other end said, “Move to the Al-Tawam intersection.” We knew this place well — or so we thought. When we reached it, we didn’t recognize it anymore. We looked east and were stunned to see lights on the border — something once impossible to see.

A sudden explosion in the eastern area, behind a thick smoke cloud, shook us. We tried to see the people around us, but their faces were covered. They were sleeping on the ground, on the ruins of demolished buildings. People were lying everywhere.

We sat on a small hill, trying to map out the path: would the aid trucks come from the west or the north? Would we even be able to get anything? Should we split or stay together? After some discussion, we made a pact — to stick together. If one of us could get something, he would go directly home. We picked a few backup meeting spots, but in the end, we agreed: head home after securing something.

Around 2 AM, we saw people suddenly moving west toward the sea, hoping the aid would enter from there. We didn’t move — nothing seemed certain yet. But five minutes later, thousands started rushing back from the west shouting, “They’ve arrived! They’ve arrived!” We realized the trucks had come from the north instead.

The once-sleeping masses rose in chaos — sprinting like zombies, possessed, desperate. It felt like a scene from an end-of-times movie. But it wasn’t a movie. We were in it.

We moved quickly — half-running, half-stumbling over the rubble, iron rods, and sharp stones left by the bombardment. You couldn’t even walk safely, let alone run. At the far end of the street, lights appeared. People raced toward them. Then, we heard someone yell, “Tank! A tank is coming!” Panic spread — those who thought it was aid now feared it was death.

We froze in place, not knowing what to believe. Then we saw two trucks from the World Food Programme… and behind them, more trucks! They were real — the aid had arrived. We sprinted faster than ever before. My brother and I got separated in the chaos. My heart whispered a prayer: “God, please protect him. Let him get his share.”

The trucks advanced toward us. People surged like a flood. And there, for a brief moment, I was lucky. I managed to grab a sack of flour, threw it on my shoulder, and ran as far as I could from the moving trucks — they didn’t stop for anyone. It wasn’t courage that drove me. It wasn’t recklessness. It was hunger, fear, humiliation, and a desperate unknown that pushed me forward.

Thousands were still arriving, begging, “Is there anything left for us?” But the trucks were emptied in seconds. People searched for scraps. I held onto the flour like it was my own child, refusing to let anything happen to it, dodging looters and thieves, desperate to get to a safe place.

By the grace of God, I made it back to my tent. We had agreed: if one of us gets something, go home — don’t wait.

Another night ended, another nightmare survived. We keep waking up, hoping this nightmare will end… but we don’t know how.

From Gaza — the city of the flour zombies

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Oh the things I would do for an Almond Tenku fig

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Slowly working on the apartment build for my little disciples + sha hualing household 😊 shl/yang yixuan/ning yingying. I actually did nyy's first because she's my favorite and I lovee decorating for her and also playing as her I just think she's so fun. Yyx I didn't have last time (just like lqg am I right) and I also don't know a ton about him so I gave him a male living space gym rat adjacent apartment + elaborate weapon displays. Shl is awful to find decor for because for whatever reason all the torture device and murder cc on the net was made only for Sims 2 or 3 so instead I just have to rely on gothic deco but I don't think it's totally her vibe. Last time I gave her room more of a strip club / bdsm dungeon feel and I think I liked that better so I might go back to that instead. Ming fan I always leave for the end because he's just not very fun to decorate for. I think I'll try to go for a "gaudy new money fuckboy" aesthetic if that makes sense

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Hot enough to wear my beloved cork platforms again and I cannot overstate how much I love these because I think they're truly the closest a human can get to having hooves they're so light and comfortable it feels like you're not wearing heels at all but also cushiony and thick and elevated at the same time & they make the most divine trotting noise when you walk. If you're in the market for sandals and want to be a horse I have a shoe for you

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I just found out that the snowy escape dlc adds a feature that lets you set lots so that Sims automatically take their shoes off in the house and omg this should be a base game feature too why did that take so long to add . are you telling me that up until 2020 every EA employee wore their fucking shoes in the house

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