POV: you walked into the wrong alleyway

the beejcage...

"Motto" by Bertolt Brecht // "A War for All Seasons" // "Aid Station" // "George" // "Change of Command" // "A War for All Seasons" // "Dear Sis" // "Dear Uncle Abdul" // "Movie Tonight"

raaadaaarrrrr. radar wake up its 3:29 am. can yuo call the president of france.we have something to say to him. While youre at it we have this great idea for a prank can you get us some flammable liquids for it. dont worry about it

Fuck, this may very well be the end of Eurovision as a cultural force in Europe.

What’s going on:

The Dutch artist have been showing some mild unease at the Israel presence there this year during the past week. The Irish ones have been forced to change their looks because it included the words “ceasefire” and “freedom for Palestine” in ancient gaelic script.

Yesterday, someone from the Israel delegation joked about the dutch artist’s father death (the Dutch song is dedicated to him) and there was “an incident” (undisclosed, but the rumor-mill says the Dutch guy may have punched the jokester)

Eurovision have disqualified the Netherlands from today’s final.

The Dutch broadcaster association (those who pick who to send to EV) posted this a few hours ago:

There has been protest within the Finnish public broadcaster asking for Finland withdrawal

The head of the political party who is the junior partner in the government of Spain is also calling for our withdrawal.

The Israeli delegation seem to have spent the week literally harassing anyone they perceive as critical, with several complains about their behavior already being published.

The Israeli song is one of the favorites to win, and if they do, next year Eurovision would be organized by them. If that happen, there is no way several countries wouldn’t just refuse to take part.

So yeah, there is a chance this may be it for the festival. Good job, Eurovision. Great fucking job.

Roberta Gregory (1984)

Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.

I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.

Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.

And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!

Is that not just the coolest shit ever????

Margaret and Hawkeye are so.... they're so similar and they both hate themselves and they're both assholes anyway so they're so unbelievably cruel to each other in a way that really only they understand how deep it cuts but they also offer each other comfort in a way no one else can for the same reason. They hate each other. They love each other. They're mlm/wlw solidarity. They're mlm/wlw hostility. They so desperately want to reach out to someone who understands but are both so terrified of any kind of intimacy that they won't ever do it. They both have no idea how to express their emotions and think the only thing they can offer someone else is sex so they fuck about it even though it just makes both of them feel worse. They're best friends. They're worst enemies. They're in a lavender marriage

May I present our beloved late LTC Henry Blake to you

father mulcahy has gotta be one of my favorite fictional characters of all time. just imagine. you're a priest in the middle of a war. you're surrounded by doctors and nurses working day and night to patch up hordes of wounded soldiers. everyone knows how futile it is - at the end of the day, these soldiers, these children, are just being fixed up so they can be sent right back into combat again. and what is your place in all this? you were sent here to heal the soul rather than the body, but few people in camp attend your sunday services, and confessions are sparse. the doctors have a nice clear number to tell them how good they're doing - 97.8%, the highest survival rate of any army hospital in the country. but there's no such way to measure spiritual healing, and so your invisible work weighs on you. you question whether you're even helping at all. and you become so lost in your feelings of inadequacy that you can't see the good you're doing. you can't see how much everyone depends on you. you can't see that in the middle of this violent, nonsensical theatre, your soft words, open ear, and quiet optimism are what gives everyone the strength to make it through each day. your mere presence has shaped this mess of a camp into a brilliant parish, and you're too humble to ever realize it.

god i'm so tired of everybody's bad faith interpretations of everything. where's the trust. where's the forgiveness. where's the understanding that most things are complex and most people have many layers. and like the black eyed peas once said. where is the love

Bruce Springsteen (Detail 1), 1992 - Ph. Herb Ritts

"I'd certainly like to know why it's so all-fired important for you two to see the file on Captain Tuttle."

Tuttle || Episode fifteen || Season One