Addi’s Corner

Attempting to finish writing stories I had abandoned for a couple of years.

[writing-prompt-s]

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

[sadoeuphemist]

Arepo built a temple in his field, a humble thing, some stones stacked up to make a cairn, and two days later a god moved in.

“Hope you’re a harvest god,” Arepo said, and set up an altar and burnt two stalks of wheat. “It’d be nice, you know.” He looked down at the ash smeared on the stone, the rocks all laid askew, and coughed and scratched his head. “I know it’s not much,” he said, his straw hat in his hands. “But - I’ll do what I can. It’d be nice to think there’s a god looking after me.”

The next day he left a pair of figs, the day after that he spent ten minutes of his morning seated by the temple in prayer. On the third day, the god spoke up.

“You should go to a temple in the city,” the god said. Its voice was like the rustling of the wheat, like the squeaks of fieldmice running through the grass. “A real temple. A good one. Get some real gods to bless you. I’m no one much myself, but I might be able to put in a good word?” It plucked a leaf from a tree and sighed. “I mean, not to be rude. I like this temple. It’s cozy enough. The worship’s been nice. But you can’t honestly believe that any of this is going to bring you anything.”

“This is more than I was expecting when I built it,” Arepo said, laying down his scythe and lowering himself to the ground. “Tell me, what sort of god are you anyway?”

“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth. I’m a god of a dozen different nothings, scraps that lead to rot, momentary glimpses. A change in the air, and then it’s gone.”

The god heaved another sigh. “There’s no point in worship in that, not like War, or the Harvest, or the Storm. Save your prayers for the things beyond your control, good farmer. You’re so tiny in the world. So vulnerable. Best to pray to a greater thing than me.”

Arepo plucked a stalk of wheat and flattened it between his teeth. “I like this sort of worship fine,” he said. “So if you don’t mind, I think I’ll continue.”

“Do what you will,” said the god, and withdrew deeper into the stones. “But don’t say I never warned you otherwise.”

Arepo would say a prayer before the morning’s work, and he and the god contemplated the trees in silence. Days passed like that, and weeks, and then the Storm rolled in, black and bold and blustering. It flooded Arepo’s fields, shook the tiles from his roof, smote his olive tree and set it to cinder. The next day, Arepo and his sons walked among the wheat, salvaging what they could. The little temple had been strewn across the field, and so when the work was done for the day, Arepo gathered the stones and pieced them back together.

“Useless work,” the god whispered, but came creeping back inside the temple regardless. “There wasn’t a thing I could do to spare you this.”

“We’ll be fine,” Arepo said. “The storm’s blown over. We’ll rebuild. Don’t have much of an offering for today,” he said, and laid down some ruined wheat, “but I think I’ll shore up this thing’s foundations tomorrow, how about that?” 

The god rattled around in the temple and sighed.

A year passed, and then another. The temple had layered walls of stones, a roof of woven twigs. Arepo’s neighbors chuckled as they passed it. Some of their children left fruit and flowers. And then the Harvest failed, the gods withdrew their bounty. In Arepo’s field the wheat sprouted thin and brittle. People wailed and tore their robes, slaughtered lambs and spilled their blood, looked upon the ground with haunted eyes and went to bed hungry. Arepo came and sat by the temple, the flowers wilted now, the fruit shriveled nubs, Arepo’s ribs showing through his chest, his hands still shaking, and murmured out a prayer. 

“There is nothing here for you,” said the god, hudding in the dark. “There is nothing I can do. There is nothing to be done.” It shivered, and spat out its words. “What is this temple but another burden to you?”

“We -” Arepo said, and his voice wavered. “So it’s a lean year,” he said. “We’ve gone through this before, we’ll get through this again. So we’re hungry,” he said. “We’ve still got each other, don’t we? And a lot of people prayed to other gods, but it didn’t protect them from this. No,” he said, and shook his head, and laid down some shriveled weeds on the altar. “No, I think I like our arrangement fine.”

“There will come worse,” said the god, from the hollows of the stone. “And there will be nothing I can do to save you.”

The years passed. Arepo rested a wrinkled hand upon the temple of stone and some days spent an hour there, lost in contemplation with the god.

And one fateful day, from across the wine-dark seas, came War.

Arepo came stumbling to his temple now, his hand pressed against his gut, anointing the holy site with his blood. Behind him, his wheat fields burned, and the bones burned black in them. He came crawling on his knees to a temple of hewed stone, and the god rushed out to meet him.

“I could not save them,” said the god, its voice a low wail. “I am sorry. I am sorry. I am so so sorry.” The leaves fell burning from the trees, a soft slow rain of ash. “I have done nothing! All these years, and I have done nothing for you!”

“Shush,” Arepo said, tasting his own blood, his vision blurring. He propped himself up against the temple, forehead pressed against the stone in prayer. “Tell me,” he mumbled. “Tell me again. What sort of god are you?”

“I -” said the god, and reached out, cradling Arepo’s head, and closed its eyes and spoke.

“I’m of the fallen leaves,” it said, and conjured up the image of them. “The worms that churn beneath the earth. The boundary of forest and of field. The first hint of frost before the first snow falls. The skin of an apple as it yields beneath your teeth.” Arepo’s lips parted in a smile.

“I am the god of a dozen different nothings,” it said. “The petals in bloom that lead to rot, the momentary glimpses. A change in the air -” Its voice broke, and it wept. “Before it’s gone.”

“Beautiful,” Arepo said, his blood staining the stones, seeping into the earth. “All of them. They were all so beautiful.”

And as the fields burned and the smoke blotted out the sun, as men were trodden in the press and bloody War raged on, as the heavens let loose their wrath upon the earth, Arepo the sower lay down in his humble temple, his head sheltered by the stones, and returned home to his god.

[sameenbyhat]

Sora found the temple with the bones within it, the roof falling in upon them.

“Oh, poor god,” she said, “With no-one to bury your last priest.” Then she paused, because she was from far away. “Or is this how the dead are honored here?” The god roused from its contemplation.

“His name was Arepo,” it said, “He was a sower.”

Sora startled, a little, because she had never before heard the voice of a god. “How can I honor him?” She asked.

“Bury him,” the god said, “Beneath my altar.”

“All right,” Sora said, and went to fetch her shovel.

“Wait,” the god said when she got back and began collecting the bones from among the broken twigs and fallen leaves. She laid them out on a roll of undyed wool, the only cloth she had. “Wait,” the god said, “I cannot do anything for you. I am not a god of anything useful.”

Sora sat back on her heels and looked at the altar to listen to the god.

“When the Storm came and destroyed his wheat, I could not save it,” the god said, “When the Harvest failed and he was hungry, I could not feed him. When War came,” the god’s voice faltered. “When War came, I could not protect him. He came bleeding from the battle to die in my arms.” Sora looked down again at the bones.

“I think you are the god of something very useful,” she said.

“What?” the god asked.

Sora carefully lifted the skull onto the cloth. “You are the god of Arepo.”

[stu-pot]

Generations passed. The village recovered from its tragedies—homes rebuilt, gardens re-planted, wounds healed. The old man who once lived on the hill and spoke to stone and rubble had long since been forgotten, but the temple stood in his name. Most believed it to empty, as the god who resided there long ago had fallen silent. Yet, any who passed the decaying shrine felt an ache in their hearts, as though mourning for a lost friend. The cold that seeped from the temple entrance laid their spirits low, and warded off any potential visitors, save for the rare and especially oblivious children who would leave tiny clusters of pink and white flowers that they picked from the surrounding meadow.

The god sat in his peaceful home, staring out at the distant road, to pedestrians, workhorses, and carriages, raining leaves that swirled around bustling feet. How long had it been? The world had progressed without him, for he knew there was no help to be given. The world must be a cruel place, that even the useful gods have abandoned, if farms can flood, harvests can run barren, and homes can burn, he thought.

He had come to understand that humans are senseless creatures, who would pray to a god that cannot grant wishes or bless upon them good fortune. Who would maintain a temple and bring offerings with nothing in return. Who would share their company and meditate with such a fruitless deity. Who would bury a stranger without the hope for profit. What bizarre, futile kindness they had wasted on him. What wonderful, foolish, virtuous, hopeless creatures, humans were.

So he painted the sunset with yellow leaves, enticed the worms to dance in their soil, flourished the boundary between forest and field with blossoms and berries, christened the air with a biting cold before winter came, ripened the apples with crisp, red freckles to break under sinking teeth, and a dozen other nothings, in memory of the man who once praised the god’s work on his dying breath.

“Hello, God of Every Humble Beauty in the World,” called a familiar voice.

The squinting corners of the god’s eyes wept down onto curled lips. “Arepo,” he whispered, for his voice was hoarse from its hundred-year mutism.

“I am the god of devotion, of small kindnesses, of unbreakable bonds. I am the god of selfless, unconditional love, of everlasting friendships, and trust,” Arepo avowed, soothing the other with every word.

“That’s wonderful, Arepo,” he responded between tears, “I’m so happy for you—such a powerful figure will certainly need a grand temple. Will you leave to the city to gather more worshippers? You’ll be adored by all.”

“No,” Arepo smiled.

“Farther than that, to the capitol, then? Thank you for visiting here before your departure.”

“No, I will not go there, either,” Arepo shook his head and chuckled.

“Farther still? What ambitious goals, you must have. There is no doubt in my mind that you will succeed, though,” the elder god continued.

“Actually,” interrupted Arepo, “I’d like to stay here, if you’ll have me.”

The other god was struck speechless. “…. Why would you want to live here?”

“I am the god of unbreakable bonds and everlasting friendships. And you are the god of Arepo.”

[corancoranthemagicalman]

I reblogged this once with the first story. Now the story has grown and I’m crying. This is gorgeous, guys. This is what dreams are made of.

[threefeline]

[writing-prompt-s]

This is amazing!

[sandersstudies]

I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”

[rebelminds]

I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.

[snarling-through-our-smiles]

I once lost my keys at a frat house.

My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch.  Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out.  I do not remember this part.

The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house.  I stood there, right in front of the front door.  This was a novel experience for me.  I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.

A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing. 

“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back.  “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”

He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.

“Go wherever you want.”

I’d never seen a frat house post-party before.  Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light.  A few of them threw puzzled glances my way.  I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.

I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.

“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.

I told him I did.

He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing.  I told him I was looking for my keys.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”

I didn’t doubt him.

Twenty minutes had passed.  I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house.  I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.

As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.

“You need help with something?”

“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”

“What do they look like?  I’ll put it into the group chat.”  He was already pulling out his phone.

No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell.  It was worth a shot.  “Um, it’s just a ring of keys.  The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big.  Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”

He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.

“Alright, I sent the message out.  Good luck.”

And with that, he turned and left.

A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering.  It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder.  One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.

“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob.  “Girl!  Hey, GIRL!!!  We found your keys, girl!!!”

They circled around me.  I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old.  One of them split himself off from the crowd.

“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”

And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.

“Yes,” I whispered.  “Oh my god, yes.”

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”

The cheer went up.

Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs.  I thanked them again profusely.  There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.

[ap-kinda-lit]

The only exception to “boys will be boys”

[khyeili]

My phone died at a frat house once, but it was a generation or two behind, and no one had a compatible charger on them.

(This was back when apple switched from the wide connectors to the modern lightning ones)

I had no way to call an uber, contact my friends for help, or even check the bus schedule. I didn’t really know where I was, the person I’d come with wasn’t leaving anytime soon, and I really wanted to go home.

I went around asking “does anyone have an iphone 4s charger?”, when one - blasted out of his fucking mind - had a visible lightbulb moment.

“Wait right here, I think, uh, I think we’ve got something, one second!!” and he whipped around and dashed down the stairs to the basement.

20 minutes passed. He’s definitely not coming back.

I had resigned myself to staring at the wall as my only source of entertainment when he BURST back into the kitchen holding an old iHome speaker, covered in dust, probably having been forgotten in a closet somewhere.

He pointed to the wide plug at the bottom. “You can charge your phone with this!!” We shouted YOOOOOOOOOOO as the charging icon came on my phone.

I have never forgotten that single act of kindness that a very drunk, very determined frat bro gave me that night. His legacy will forever live on.

[addictude]

It was barely 7:30AM and Sven stood in front of the door that read 428. The door was the only thing blocking him from meeting the girl that clouded his mind countless times. He raised his knuckles and rapped the door three times. The door flew open and revealed the one thing that took his breath away.

Ren.

“Hey,“. She rubbed her eye with one of her knuckles. “What are you doing here?” She said through a yawn before extending her arms in the air and stretching till we both heard satisfying pops.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” Sven panicked, this was not a good start.

“No. I needed to get up anyway.” She waved a hand at him, motioning for him to come in.

Svens heart started galloping in his chest. His hands started to get clammy and he could barely swallow. Sven never got nervous.

“Sorry for the mess, you can just sit anywhere.” Ren cleared a pathway for him. Her room was filled with books and papers scattered everywhere, true to the words Serena had said the night before when she said science kids tend to drown themselves in studying.Sven sat himself on the corner of one of the beds.

Ren had left to what he assumed was the bathroom because he could hear the faucet running and the hard strokes of someone brushing their teeth. When she finally emerged, he couldn’t help but stare.

“Are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to tell me why you decided to pay me a visit so early in the morning?” She said while crossing her arms over her chest.

Sven’s mouth felt dry. He couldn’t utter a single word even if he tried.

“Look Sven, I don’t have time to read your mind right now. I have a class in 30 mins.” Ren said while shuffling through her closet.

“You know who I am?” Sven questioned when he managed to unglue his lips.

“You’re kidding, right?” Ren asked in disbelief.

Silence.

Ren put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “Did you hit your head or something?” Still, Sven looked at her with a confused face.

“Serena? We had a date last night?” Her eyes grew wide in concern. “And here I thought you were a decent guy.”

“Serena?”

“Yes, did you finally come to that realization?” “You’re Bambi?”

“Who the fuck is Bambi? You know what? I don’t care, I wasted enough time entertaining you that I probably won’t have time to get breakfast.” Serena zoomed across her room looking for clean clothes before locking herself in the bathroom to change and get ready for her first class.

“You’re still here?” She asked as she walked out of the bathroom. She wore a black shirt and blue jean shorts and paired it with some black converse. Her hair fell loosely around her face. She gathered her book bag and any necessity she needed for the day.

“You’re Ren?”

“Yeah, some people like to call me that. Come on, walk and talk.” Serena grabbed Sven’s hand and dragged him out of her room. She closed the door behind her and started walking out of the building.

“Wait.” Sven whispered. Still trying to wrap his mind around the fact that the girl he went out with the night before is the same girl he's had his eyes on for a while.

“I can’t, I’m gonna be late for class.”Serena said hurriedly. She picked up her pace and Sven had to basically run to keep up with her. Sven managed to grab her hand and root her to her spot.

“I swear to god Sven if im late to class.” She threatened. She looked back at him, waiting for him to give her a reason as to why he showed up to her room this morning. When he didn’t she blew up on him. She snatched her hand from him.

“What is your problem? You show up to my room and you dont even give me a reason as to why. You make me miss breakfast and now you're making me late for class? There better be a very valid reason as to why that is.” Serena crossed her arms and tapped her foot on the concrete floor.

“It’s you.”

“What’s me? What is it with you and your short answers today? Am I to decipher everything you say in the future? Because that doesn't seem to be an ideal friendship in my eyes?”

“You’re the one ive been looking for.” Sven continued. “If you speak in code one more time, I’m walking away.”

Sven, not wanting to scare her off before he got a chance to explain to her and secure a date with her, took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts.

“You're my Bambi, my Ren, my Serena, the girl I was telling you about that I was attracted to. The one you were gonna help me find. That girl is you.”

Serena stayed silent. Minutes ticked by and still, she didnt say anything. Then a hearty laugh cut through the air. Her laugh.

“You’re an idiot.” She said through her laugh. Even after her laugh quieted down a big bright smile still remained on her face. “You have been lusting over me for god knows how long and you didn’t know?”

Sven didn’t have a good answer to that.

“So what is it that you like about me? My face? It can’t be it because you couldn’t even remember it. My body? What?”

There it was again.

“The fire behind your eyes.”

[molabuddy]

i saw a version of this meme today that felt very mean so i made my own version :]

[youdonot-know]

[addictude]

I posted 92 times in 2021

18 posts created (20%)

74 posts reblogged (80%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.1 posts.

I added 76 tags in 2021

#addi's corner - 29 posts

#addi’s writing corner - 7 posts

#funny content - 6 posts

#writing - 6 posts

#feelings - 6 posts

#addi’s corner - 5 posts

#describing - 5 posts

#smell - 4 posts

#hear - 4 posts

#touch - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 111 characters

#i was the scary teenager but i’m not a teen anymore therefore i’m scared of teenagers now because excuse me wtf

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

“You okay?” He asked.

She turned to face where the voice was coming from only to witness the reason for her tears.

He was taken aback.

She was beautiful, even with tears running her face. She still held his heart in her hands, even if she didn’t know it. Even if they would never become more than friends.

Ever.

He wasn’t one to show his heart on his sleeve, but for her, he would give her the moon, the stars even.

She sniffled and blinked her eyes rapidly trying to force the tears back, to hold them at bay. Wiping her cheeks dry from any evidence of her vulnerability.

She refused to let anyone see her at her lowest, even if that person was the love of her life. Her soulmate.

“Don’t do that.” He pleaded.

“I’m not doing anything.” She replied back, with a stoic face. Not once looking in his direction. Any remnants of what had transpired a few seconds ago, gone.

“Don’t hide from me. Not like this.” He begged, his voice cracking by the end of his sentence.

“I’m not hiding.” She was much calmer, her face void of any emotion. The storm underneath her facade brewed stronger than ever, yet she refused to give in. Holding it back with her last defenses. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to check if you were okay.” He said softly.

“I’m fine.” She said curtly.

“No you’re not! You were just crying.” His voice rose as the anger underneath threaten to make an appearance. Why was she acting like this? He didn’t understand.

She inhaled slowly, “it does not concern you.”

“Yes it does! Everything you do concerns me. I love you!” He professed.

Her face whipped towards him finally looking at his face as the tears in his eyes threaten to spill.

That made her facade crack.

“Love me?” She scoffed. “If you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have accepted their proposal.”

“I didn’t have a choice!” He defended.

“Everyone has a choice. And you chose her.”

“I wanted to give you everything you desired. I could never be enough for you.”

“You were enough for me!” She yelled as the tears finally reappeared through the cracks in her mask. “You were always enough.”

“Of course you were! You’re EVERYTHING to me.”

“I would’ve given up everything for you, so why couldn’t you do the same?” She whispered. “Was I not enough for you?”

2 notes • Posted 2021-01-28 09:51:33 GMT

#4

Yellow is: The feel of the sun’s rays kissing your skin, the wrinkles in someone’s smile, the warmth in a hug, the laugh of a child, and the feel of the wind in your hair while you skateboard on the boardwalk at the beach.

2 notes • Posted 2021-01-08 09:55:23 GMT

#3

Serious question: why is it that when a guy is interested in a girl and said girl rejects guy, the guy says “you were ugly anyway.” Is that some coping mechanism or can men just not handle rejection?

Correction: can boys not handle rejection?

3 notes • Posted 2021-01-11 10:35:42 GMT

#2

"I don't know how you did it" Lettie said with tears in the corner of her eyes, "I don't think I could ever overcome something like that. But you," she paused."You are the strongest person I ever met and I admire you for that. You took something that broke you into pieces and put yourself back together again. All on your own. You didn't give up." Tears streamed down her face as she finished.

But she was wrong. I almost did let it end me. I almost did let that dictate my life.

I almost let myself stay broken because I couldn't find the motivation to fight. I didn't have anything worth fighting for.

After all, it was my fault, wasn't it?

Even now, I fight with myself everyday just to not let those thoughts consume me, to trap me within my own mind but it's hard. I'm tired of it all, but something within me isn't letting me give up.

So I continue to fight.

5 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 09:44:29 GMT

#1

2020.1 Patch Notes:

Rolls out tomorrow

- Reduced infectivity of COVID-19 virus (Thanks humans!)

- Noticed new strain, will fix next patch.

+ Added new disease - Good luck finding this one!

+ Extended the limited time of the Quarantine LTM (end date TBD)

- US Specific:

- Changed political parties (PLEASE do better this time...)

- Free items incoming to mailbox, date TBD (still working this out with the devs)

IN THE WORKS

+ Base increase of the "Mental Health" stat for all users (not guaranteed, testing in beta servers)

- Possible decrease in the rate of change?

Stole this from a friend who managed to actually make a list after I said 2020 (one) is gonna try to patch things and make it worse lmao

10 notes • Posted 2021-01-01 00:15:32 GMT

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[weirdwerewolf-deactivated-deact]

reblog if werewolves are valid and your blog is a werewolf safe zone

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

@addictude

[addictude]

It’s my guilty PLEASURE OKAY 🥺🥺🥺

[omghotmemes]

I found it funny that a dude living in a cave for 20 years decided to vaccinate as soon as he heard about the virus for the first time

[ursulaklegun-deactivated2024122]

help…i have a white cat with heterochromia who looks just like this and now i can’t look at him without thinking “a cat with homophobia in its eyes ❤️”

[unaounein]

I can’t remember where I found this for the life of me but polar opposites

[rheuiao]

[wolfsheims]

Visit Original Link

Numb // Linkin Park 80s Remix

[worldsgr8estgrandma]

[martinidog-deactivated20181219]

I didn’t know how much I needed this until I heard it.

[dr-peppermint]

The original song is how depression felt at first, this version is how it feels now

[supernovajazzy]

[hollowedskin]

@l-heure-du-the this is so VIOLENTLY your fucking aesthetic

[cryoverkiltmilk]

From “… nothing matters…” to “NOTHING MATTERS! :D”

[silverybeing]

[koalastick]

LOVE THIS

[ace-in-a-shopping-cart]

Gentle reminder to all the Christian homophobes who use ‘being gay is a sin’ against people who are just living their lives:

You can use as many Bible verses as you want to say they’re against LGBTQIA2S+ and I can use just as many in defense of it (and state my case for all the queer people in the damn book), but Jesus said ‘Love is Love’ and ‘As long as you love one another, you are upholding God’s commandments’ in Mark 12: 28-34 (I’m paraphrasing, my quotes are not exact).

If you disagree with that, go to hell.

[pjharvey-moved-deactivated20250]

liking a male character like hes my girlfriend hes my dad he is literally me i could fix him i could make him worse hes a whore hes my best friend hes my sworn enemy i just want to punch him i want to hold his hand i just want to send him to therapy

[just-call-me-ella]

A post about romantic relationships

so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.

And its not really like that, at least not to me.

You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.

Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.

 In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep. 

Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.

There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together. 

You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one. 

Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.

But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.

And I love that.

[addictude]

🥺

[hentaijacker-deactivated2015111]

nearly had it andy

[catrinecat]

Ellensburg

[addictude]

Houston 👀

[bigcatawareness]

i don't really understand why you would be pro-zoo. like i understand nature reserves and sanctuaries where people can observe from afar, but it doesn't seem right to me when they're locked up in generally small confined areas for people to watch them do nothing all day. idk maybe i'm getting this wrong, and i still really respect you, i just don't understand this. like i interned at a zoo and felt uncomfortable with how small their living areas were and how they had no stimulation

Zoos don’t look like this anymore.

They look like this:

Good zoos do not keep their animals in “tiny spaces” with no enrichment.  I’m not pro-roadside zoo.  I’m pro-accredited zoo.  Zoos are incredibly important for conservation and education.

Are Zoos Necessary?

The Importance of Zoos: Resource Post

Why Zoos and Aquariums Matter: Assessing the Impact of a Visit to a Zoo or Aquarium

Why I Want to be a Keeper

Why I Believe in Zoos

[useless-zoofacts]

There should be way more pictures of modern zoos so i just add some more

[merp-a-derp69-deactivated201808]

Seriously zoos do so much important conservation work as well I hate when people shit all over zoos as if the animals are locked up and not looked after

[nyxetoile]

The SF Zoo has two sea lions. Now, if you know SF, you know that sea lions are a Thing. They’re all over Pier 39 and various other beaches in N California. In fact, the zoo is near the ocean, so there are sea lions not 200 yards from the zoo entrance. So having sea lions in the zoo seems sort of superfluous.

Except the sea lions are blind. One was found as an adult after suffering a gun shot wound to the face that destroyed his eyes. The other was found as an adolescent, weak and starving because it had been blinded and unable to hunt. So they were rescued and introduced and the zoo built them a nice pool where they can swim and sunbathe and people toss them fish. It’s not the biggest exhibit, or the fanciest. But it’s a home for them, where they’re safe and well fed. Sea lions aren’t the most romantic of animals, but they’re a part of SF culture and a lot of us have a soft spot for the loud, bulbous things. And because of zoos, these two get to live long, happy lives.

Whenever anyone complains about zoos, I think about Silent Knight and Henry. 

[zoogeek327]

I think it’s St. Louis zoo that is saving big cats in Africa. Scientists couldn’t figure out what was killing off the local lion population. They were dying off from Canine Distemper. The local unvaccinated dogs of the towns would spread the disease to other animals or have it themselves. When the lions ate the infected animals they would catch it as well. You know what that Zoo is doing to stop this disease? They are going over to those towns and vaccinating the dogs for free. The community loves it and people from other villages comes for miles to get their dogs vaccinated as well.

They also do work with camel populations because the local human population use the camels for food sources the zoos help monitor the camels health.

Another zoo, I want to say it’s the Oregon zoo but don’t quote me on that, is helping female inmates. The zoo works with the female prisons by encouraging the inmates to assist in the breeding and raising of endangered species of butterflies. They plant the specific plants that the butterflies and catapillars need, raise them, and release them. These inmates get noted in any scientific journals that get published. They are giving these inmates a sense of accomplishment and validation.

Zoos not only save species but bring together and assist communities in an effort to save the environment. Zoos, good zoos, are essential to the future and I will fight anyone who tries to say otherwise.

PS you don’t see PETA doing any of this.

[oscarwetnwilde]

One of the local zoos in my area at one point rescued a bald eagle that had been shot and kept it in the zoo to let it recuperate until they freed it again. Some of the zoos in my state will keep injured animals there until they heal again.

[elenilote]

Helsinki Zoo is the world leader in snow leopard and Amur leopard conservation, in their care these endangered species have managed to breed more than anywhere else in captivity and this in turn has enabled the re-introduction of these animals back to their native habitats. https://www.korkeasaari.fi/helsinki-zoo/

[thekgalaxy]

I work at a zoo that is instrumental in the California Condor recovery program (among dozens of other conservation projects). We went from 42 surviving individuals left to over 400, over 200 of whom are in the wild. We’re part of the amur leopard species survival plan with two young animals who are eagerly attempting to make babies. We host one of North America’s only bachelor troops of western lowland gorillas, preserving the social structure of wild gorillas. All of our bald eagles are rescues who would not survive in the wild. All our keepers participate in field research and conservation work in addition to a full time team of conservationists. We host the most genetically valuable male Masai giraffe in North America, who has sired 5 offspring with 1 on the way, increasing the genetic diversity of his entire species. If you’re against zoos, you don’t know what zoos do.

[nazrigar]

Super, SUPER important thread.

[vet-and-wild]

Also zoos tend to do a lot of breeding and conservation work with smaller, less charismatic species like invertebrates and amphibians. Those species are extremely important in the ecosystem but don’t get the same notoriety as the charismatic megafauna.

[ivysaurthecreative]

Currently my vibe is wondering if I should return to the woods and become one with the trees to pay for secret debts with my body so that my soul may take refuge elsewhere in the afterlife for the destruction that awaits it.

Or just making coffee.

[addictude]

Let’s make a 5 course meal

[calmingthoughtsinyourhead]

I’m just going to leave this here…

[peachymachi]

[fartpenis]

[starlightomatic]

im on mobile, can someone make one that adds “jews”

[sturstead]

Done

[lius-is-a-catboy-deactivated202]

Cowards won’t reblog this version.

[egobuzz]

when in doubt just ask a dog 

[egobuzz]

someone send “BOOF!” to your crush/significant other and share the results with the rest of the class please 

[orewing]

better response than expected!

[lyinginbedmon]

IS THIS WHY YOU SENT ME THAT MESSAGE?!

[cyborg-furby]

[pavlovsfox]

[gummybearattacktheworldofdespair]

[trixify]

[sswifts]

i honestly didn’t expect anything less

[plantkissed-deactivated20160611]

new ask meme where u send a boof on anon if im ur tumblr crush

[serenefreakgeek]

send me BOOF on anon if I’m your tumblr crush ♡

[aacrylicmeme]

im not gonna get any boofs but lets go

[necromancerwren]

boof at all of you guys wow

[probablyspacerpgideas]

Love me

[thassa]

success

[valtharr]

send me BOOF if I’m your crush

[official-lucifers-child]

yeah send in the BOOFs!!!!!

[overworked-strawberry]

guys I prolly won’t get any but seeing the word boof in my inbox would be the BEST FUCKING THING

[thechapel-deactivated20240706]

Dude wait actually send BOOF if I’m ur crush RIP

[jackalopeonline]

I’ll get none

[lucifers-golden-bitch-apparently]

boof

[the-real-fucking-daddy]

come on yall

[system-reset]

do ittttt send me “boof” if I’m you crush.

[less-depresso-more-espresso]

Mutual’s I’m boofing all of you /p