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A battle between good and weevil
“Swiss Knife Beetle” ✚ Victorinox Coleoptera
late summer / early fall thoughts
Wdym you hate Stratt? Without her you don’t get a story
Omg I love this piece. Grace the hanging man, content with his life but cannot avoid the changes coming; the ship his noose, the rope that binds him to his fate; the blood red stars beside him, Olesya and Yáo the angels haunting him in the background. Eva Stratt, the one who holds it all on her back, the world is literally on her shoulders, the Petrova line on her neck. She will not falter, cannot afford to move, and yet still she glares at us. Eva challenges us, daring us to ask if we could do better, if we could hold her burden for even a fraction of the time.
Eve, the mother of sin, who held the world in her hands and was cursed for not knowing.
Eva, director of the task force, who now holds the world, and still must curse man to save it.
In the end, it always falls on a woman. I could never hate you Eva Stratt
pro of putting a lil fresh mint in your water bottle:
hmm refreshing!
con of putting a lil fresh mint in your water bottle:
pthpthbpthp leaf in mouth
my ducks? in a row. the elephant? addressed. my goose? cooked. my eggs? in several baskets. the bigger fish? fried.
Your monkeys ?
those aren’t mine.
I hate when king arthur has all these fussy little steps in the instructions and you're like "no way do these fussy little steps matter" but you try it and they do. they matter so much.
I thought you meant Camelot quests and I was like "that's fair, 'never pick a four leaf clover on the last Wednesday of the month' IS a fussy little step that shouldn't matter" but then I was like "wait isn't that also a flour company"
nooo I am not a beleaguered knight of the round table I am making elaborate focaccia 😭
basically this is what all those 911 gifsets look like to me
The Sea Foam Dragon
“Haha remember when murder-hornets were gonna be a thing? What a nothingburger.”
Yes, because the Washington state government activated like a sleeper-cell and ruthlessly, systematically hunted them down and annihilated them.
“Y2K came to nothing amirite?”
Yes because an army of software engineers working around the clock, losing sleep, and busting ass till the last minute prevented it from happening.
“Remember the hole in the ozone layer?”
You mean the one that was fixed through rigorous world wide government action?
One of the root problems of our society is a refusal or inability by media to articulate that all those “it’s gonna be an apocalypse” disasters were not disasters because we collectively did something about them.
The good news is this is actually quite correctable. I maintain my firm belief that we as humans are capable of solving almost all of our problems, when we decide to do so.
And I still think that’s going to happen. I don’t know when or how, but I do know that abandoning hope won’t help bring it about.
And I refuse to let the cynics own a chunk of my heart.
Happy Smallpox Eradication Day
sound on
Hercule Poirot and Inspector Japp discuss the details of another case.
obsessed with the idea that andrew and neil are fully, visibly together in pro exy and just… no one clocks it. they don’t hide anything, they’re just so intensely themselves that it never reads as a relationship to anyone else.
like neil is asked if he lives alone and he says “no,” and nobody follows it up because it just sounds like a roommate situation
andrew is asked if neil is his best friend because he drives him to practice, says “no,” and the conversation moves on.
i love!!! food!!! i love being alive and getting to eat delicious things!!! i love sourdough bread and sharp cheddar cheese and blackberry jam. i love custard buns so hot they almost burn your mouth and soup dumplings with sesame seeds toasted on. i love tea with milk and honey and tiny chewy matcha mochis, and i love salty pistachios right out of the shell. i love smoked fish and cured meat and the infinite variety of Stuff To Put On Rice. i LOVE food and love that i get to eat it. eating multiple times a day every single day forever, however, is a sadistic trap.
The first step in any creative project in which you must replicate any part of the human form is asking yourself this very important question: have I ever seen a human being before, and do I know what they look like? The second step is accepting that the answer to this question is no. No you do not.
Immense gratitude