The Five things you need to know about Eurovison.
1. The good song, almost never wins. However, there are exceptions. Like in 2006 when we had Lordi.
The rockalipse, is an actual line from their song. Awesome.
Or that time we got Fairytale Alexander Rybak
But that’s about it.
2. There is always a joke entry, that is usually the best. Like that time Russia entered a bunch of old grannys baking cookies, and it was pretty damn awesome.
Oh man I love those grannys.
Sometimes we get just funny entries.
Jedward performed twice in a row for Ireland. Sorry Jedward. I love you though, you know that right?
3. My country sucks at Eurovision. Now, I’m from the U.K. And there a little something you should know about my country and it’s entries. They are always embarrassing…
2006: Middle aged white guy rapping.
2007: I don’t even really know what this was.
2011: A boy band from ten years ago.
Looking good boys.
4. Cyprus is so bias.
Then we come to the voting. The voting is broken down into a basic set of numbers for every country. After a country awards the small set of numbers. They move on to the big three. 10, 11, and 12. The person in the lead is almost always the boring pop song. But with Cyprus it doesn’t matter, they always give their 12 points to Greece.
Just make out already guys.
5. You need to be a little drunk.
I love Eurovison, not because it’s good, but because it’s a tradition. I sit down with humus, taramasalata, and some bread, maybe some crisps. and sit through all the crappy music Europe puts out. I support my country, even though it kind of sucks some times. and I get excited, because it’s fun. Over all Eurovision is fun, but not necessarily good. None the less I look forward to may 10th 2014. For the next chance for every country in Europe to make a fool of them selves.
Here are some extra gifs.
That’s right, epic sax guy was from Eurovison. You’re welcome.
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"The Favorite" by Omar Rayyan
Favorite what? Demon?!
Loving the fact that whatever it is is wearing a matching flower.
George R. R. Martin is a terrible wedding planner.
Not according to the Dothraki.
so Charlotte Bronte read Emma by Jane Austen and was really interested in this minor character named Jane Fairfax who was poor and would have been a governess had she not married well and then Bronte wrote her own novel exploring the plight of the poor governess who married this guy named Edward Fairfax Rochester in a novel called Jane Eyre and my point is don’t let anyone tell you shit about fanfiction.
What’s even better is that Jean Rhys was so intrigued by the story of the mad woman in the attic from Jane Eyre—Bertha—that she wrote Wide Sargasso Sea, which gives Bertha’s backstory, how she grew up in Jamaica, the mental illness that plagued her family, the shitty postcolonial patriarchy of the time, and her arranged marriage to Rochester, who had her shipped off to England. And that fanfiction is considered one of the best modern novels of all time.
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
IM CRYING I LOVE CATS FUUUUCK
This is beautiful ❤️
All of my pets are shelter pets. 3 out of the 6 cats I’ve owned were “less-adoptable” because they were scared and anti-social or semi-feral. One was the semi-feral mother of 5 kittens who we fostered and raised until they were adopted out (we kept 2, one was killed by a car in 2002. The other is still alive), one was part of trio of cats we fostered and I personally socialized him and he is my baby, and the third was a feral kitten a coworker of mine trapped that I took in. All three of them are/were still very skittish even years after we first got them. But they all grew out of it, and when there wasn’t tons of loud noise and action happening, they are all really affectionate. Plus, the great thing about shelter pets vs breeder pets is that shelter pets are guaranteed to have a unique personality, whereas in my experience sometimes breeder pets can be sort of dull personality-wise. Also, a lot of times shelter animals seem to be very aware of the plight their adopters saved them from and form really strong attachments to their owners.
IT TOOK ME TOO LONG TO GET THIS AND WHEN I DID I CRIED. NO. DO NOT DO THAT TO ME.
What does this mean I don’t get it at all o.O
If you’re sick of Clara Oswald being reduced to a romantic interest for the doctor clap your hands
If you’re sick of Clara Oswald receiving less character development in half a series than a cyber man head got in one episode clap your hands
If you’re sick of Clara Oswald being pushed into the same stereotypical female character mold and not being allowed to shine or develop independently of the doctor clap your hands
Work in progress of a sculpture of Leetah the sunfolk healer from the comic Elfquest.
I baked and painted her with two coats of white.