why does this have 32k notes? it’s just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. it’s just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
wouldn't it be great to fall in love with someone like that? someone who's larger than life itself. so when they offer themselves to you, you will have something so big that you can never run out of it. and who would ever want to run out of love from their dearest?
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
As an aspiring student of magic, you are trying to get into a magic school, but so far every school has rejected you, claiming that they only accept human students. Time to finally ask your father who your mother really was.
Hey, the first rejection didn't sting so bad. I had only applied to the national academy as a joke. However there was one line that did seem rather odd: "I regret to inform you that in accordance with the new law: we can only admit human students to the academy"
I disregarded the statement because I was always told the nature of my magic had a more ancient flavour to it, so I assumed that I had somehow been misread by whatever magical instrument was used to verify my race. I simply wrote an appeal letter and sent it off before the deadline.
But then the second letter came, from the school that was actually my first option. Stating the same thing. Now, I might not be the brightest flame on the altar but I could tell something was up. Nevertheless, I sent the appeal letter and went on with my day helpig my father tend to the plants.
But as the days pass, the amount of rejection letters on the kitchen table began to stack. All with the same damning line: "We can only admit human students".
This was getting riduculous and this whole time my father was rather ambivalent and just gave a soft "Hmmm" whenever I brought this up to him. And I used the one thing ot get my father to sit down and talk; food.
With a steaming bowl of his favourite stew, I had him at the kitchen table in no time. What he didn't know, was that I also managed to find a recipe that was mild truth-serum, and acted more like a relaxer and made people a bit more talkative.
With how strong the stew's flavours were, the bitterness of the potion were hidden. I had my chance.
'So father, doesn't seem weird that all these magic schools are rejecting me on the basis that I'm not human?"
"No, not really. To be honest, I didn't think you would ever need to know. And then that royal prick had to go and declare new law"
I paused. So there was something to hide from me. Choosing my next word s carefully as not to break whatever trance my father seemed to be in, I asked him "What, exactly, did I have no need to ever need?"
"That you're not human"
"Yes, dad. I gathered as much. But what is "not human" about me."
"Well, I don't exactly know. Your mother was very pretty though"
Not this again I thought. My father was known to gush over my mother at great lengths whenever I prompted him to tell me about her. He always described her as elegant as ever, a goddes on earth, with the most beautiul eyes - the colour of the golden sun. My mother, according to him, was so beautiful that flowers bloomed at her feet, and the sun seemed to alwasy be glowing right behind her.
But hearing my father talked about her under the effects of the potion hit me, hard. Was he not embelishing before this? Did literal flowers bloom at her feet?
Then a thought, a thought so absurd and improbable struck me.
"Dad, was mom a god?"
He looked at me with the face of pure absurdity, the face you give a person who doesn't know that fireballe needs sulphur. I sighed a breath " Oh thank the blessed mother. For a moment ther I thought"--
funniest thing happened, a bunch of men accidentally rang our bell but they had to meet the person livin' on the floor above mine. i confirmed the name of the one above and that their bell isn't working so the group does have to climb up (it was literally just second floor, why are these young men so lazy). and as they were going up, I had my door half open, a grown ass man from the group asked me, "there's no doggy right?" lmaooo
finally got to see gojo's eyes and oh my god, they're beautiful! this whole episode was nothing but a whole lot of these: "oh my god", "damn" and "that's so cool."
the fight between gojo and jogo or mt. fuji head or volcano head, gojo's infinity, the domain expansion! the whole thing. so fucking cool.
and then gojo just leaves the fight and brings yuji to watch it. and being so glad he thought of that lol. istg gojo and yuji's training mostly is yuji asking basic stuff and gojo being, i didn't tell you?
also! geto has his own anywhere door! that's so cool lmao.
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