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HEY FUCKERS I HAVENT BEEN ON TUMBLR IN 4 YEARS BUT
I CAME BACK BECAUSE FUCK IT I WAS RIGHT AHAHDJFNNSN
Righto so we finally got to see decent murals of the Diamond Authority. Save for the pink, of course.
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We know these murals are going to be accurate, especially for the Diamonds. So we can confirm White Diamond’s is on her forehead, and both Yellow and Blue Diamond have their gems on their chests.
Turns out! They’ve been pointing to that all along. Here is the current Diamond Authority symbol:
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White is at the head, which even though a lot seem to assume she’s in charge but what if its literal? Her diamond is literally ON her head!
So with that, I’d like to point out though, the structure of the old Diamond Authority symbol:
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Same kind of deal!… So then it would mean Pink Diamond’s would be lower than the chest area? And guess who that means
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vines that i haven’t seen in any compilations yet
part 2 | part 3 | animal vines
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I think my favorite cr1tikal exclamation of surprise is “you’ve gotta be putting my groceries away”
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You’ve heard of Old Friends Senior Dog Sanctuary. Now get ready for New Enemies Junior Cat Battleground.
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things i appreciate: Acerola’s lil’ dance in the background during battle
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rowlet w/ ditto rowlet?
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vine
rest in fucking pieces
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then there’s this dude,
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valadilenne:
I’ve been thinking a lot about the meeting between Trump and Obama at the White House, and here’s the thing.
Obama used to be a law professor. This is key.
Law school is so, so different from college. 
In college, everyone expects there to be a “syllabus day,” kind of a grace period where they can show up and get the lay of the land, figure out the bare minimum that they can get away with, the TA gives everyone their office hours, there’s an introductory lecture, and everybody leaves a few minutes early to go take a nap or something. You do the bullshit assignments, you say something in class now and then to get your participation check mark, and figure out how badly you can do on the final and still pass. 
But see, in law school, all the methodologies you’ve spent the last 17 years operating under go out the window. Day one of law school is you being thrown into the deep end of the pool—you’ve had a homework assignment for two weeks now, and it’s to read the first 200 pages of your casebook. And now it’s you and the teacher (who is usually as smug as Alex Trebek) gauging and assessing what you managed to absorb while you skimmed through all those pages of reading so you could hurry up and get to the other 150 pages of reading for your next period class, in front of 50 people who are all smarter than you. And if you fuck up, or you didn’t do the reading, you are at the mercies of not just the professor, but the silent satisfied judgment of your peers. 
Law school is hard, and it will make you feel stupid and tongue-tied and like you don’t know anything and can’t form an argument—because you don’t, and you can’t. Everybody there has had a 4.0 since birth. Everybody there was the smartest kid in their class, and you’re all rabidly competing for a sliver of a chance at something down the road. It’s petty, and savage, fiercely entrenched in a culture of formalities and ceremony, and exactly like Washington DC. 
Yesterday when I was driving home, the NPR reporter talking about the Oval Office meeting mentioned that Trump had thought it was going to be a “getting to know you” type meeting, but that he was surprised when Obama stretched their talk out to 90 minutes before sending him along to the Capitol building where he met with congressional leaders for more lengthy meetings and stuff he didn’t want to do.
And he hasn’t even gotten to the actual job yet. 
So think about that as we go into this. 
Trump walked into the Oval Office like a two-pump-chump freshman thinking it was syllabus day, and what he got was the first day of law school, and he hadn’t done the reading like everyone else had, and Professor Obama decided to put him in the hot seat. 
This was Obama’s chance for the most perfect revenge that would never be picked up on as revenge at all. He was gracious, polite—everything he needed to be for a peaceful transition and a good review from the press. And that would continue when the doors were closed, because that’s the key. Not a Come to Jesus meeting, oh no. If Obama were smart—and he is very smart—he would have treated Trump like an equal, and brought the discussion to a level that assumes far more of Trump than anyone has so far. Assumes that he’s an adult who’s been paying attention. Statistics, esoteric minutiae about the executive branch procedure, economic growth numbers, labor figures, domestic policies, countries Trump has never even heard of, shit that would never in a million years have been in Trump’s campaign soundbites or digestible summaries. 
No way to escape. No aides to remember any of it for him. Just the two of them. 
Because that’s what would strike a precise chill into Trump. The thundering realization that he’s woefully unprepared for the hard, boring, thankless reality of this, and Obama’s version of a smooth transition won’t and shouldn’t include remedial civics. 
That’s what I saw when they shook hands and Trump stared at the floor instead of looking back into Obama’s face. He’s just figured out how little he knows about any of this. 
And that should give you a small glow of satisfaction, because after those meetings, Trump definitely has the 1L Terror Shits. In January, the night sweats and insomnia will show up, but for these first few weeks—nothing but diarrhea and self-doubt.  
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This is the best thing I’ve seen here this year.
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I HEAR THOSE SLEIGH BELLS JINGLING
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RING TING TINGLING TOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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COME ON IT’S LOVELY WEATHER
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FOR A SLEIGH RIDE TOGETHER WITH YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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amaranthine
(æm əˈræn θɪn, adjective) 1. A rare and ancient word, amaranthine is defined as an eternal, undying and immortal beauty, particularly that of a flower. 2. a purplish-red color. (via nepetastuck)
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the 2020s are also going to be called the “roaring 20s” but this time its because everyone will always be in a fursuit the whole time
the rawring twenties ^w^
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i love airports and packing and the smell of a new city and hotel breakfasts and doing cute touristy stuff, man i love traveling
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