Coreine Crow

here to find the chaos

[copper-hegan]

You are a manuscript, and I don't know how to read.

However, I am interested in learning.

[copper-hegan]

An immortal looks into infinity, and is offended when they are ignored.

An immortal breaks free from the confines of life, they have wept over lovers, they have sworn off romance. They cried when they were proven wrong in their vow. They looked into infinity for sympathy. Infinity didn't even open it's eyes. They do not matter to it. They will live forever. They swear never to harm one of their own as it has hurt them. They watch everything they adored perish slowly. They weep over what remains. That too will disappear with time, they will not. They watched new life, they were in awe knowing they come from the same seeds millions of years earlier. Time is faster for an immortal. They are alone once more. The life they cultivated is gone before they even realized how far they got. They look for another, they vow to watch more carefully, to help them more so they may grow to gain a new friend endure forever with. Time is still too fast. The immortal is lost, yet they do not look away, they try more diligently, they fail time and time again. millions like their own pass by in what feels like a heart beat. They gain a friend. They didn't last, Death isn't surprised to see them, however they do not claim the immortal. Madam Mourning greeted them with a soft smile, said good bye with one too. Sir Sorrow nods but does not bid farewell. Lady Loss sits with them, let's them know they are not alone. Death does not keep them company. Death is not a friend to an immortal. They make a friend they won't lose. a new immortal, they weep over their lost lovers, they look to you for sympathy. You don't remember how it felt to lose your lovers, it's been too long. They are offended that you do not understand their grief. They leave to look for someone who will. You are alone again. You cultivate more immortals, they leave as you don't understand their pain. There is thousands of immortals now, but you are alone. You can not be a friend. Immortals no longer look for each other as you have proven to be the worst example. You lose interest in having your form as it no longer means anything. You become one with all. You no longer open your eyes too greet the new immortal. They are offended. You do not care. They do not matter to you.

[copper-hegan]

English Linguistics.

Thing to remember:

'Get layed.' > Good!

'Get fucked.' > Bad!

[copper-hegan]

Something is really wrong with me.

Points to note:

1. I got my first tattoo today, not a problem, pain was maybe a 2/10.

2. Vibes were great, there was a little scene on a shelf that was a shrimp at working at a tattoo parlor + dark green glass gourd + red glass apple.

3. It turned perfect, no criticism

Issue I'm concerned about:

The clear tattoo wrap is keeping in the blood and plasma seeping out of the fresh tattoo, that's a good thing, it will help the tattoo heal correctly, but here's where the issue lies. I really like the look of my tattoo looking bloody, I really like the contrast (the tattoo is colored with a mossy/rotten green.) and I'm considering letting the tattoo heal and going and getting it double tattooed to keep that bloody look because I really, **really** like the bloody look. My issue is that I feel like this is a bad thing, I always knew I liked the look of blood, I have a full bottle of very realistic fake blood, I use it for a lot of arts and crafts. Now here's why I'm posting, I need someone who knows more than me to tell me if there's a psychological reason for this, if this is an issue I need to address, I've tried to look for anything about this on the internet, but I've found many conflicting answers.

[copper-hegan]

To anyone curious about the situation of America right now, imagine your country's leader handing you a big, steaming plate of bull shit and dog shit and telling you too eat it and than forcing you -- at gun point -- to call it fine dining.

[copper-hegan]

Hey religion side of Tumblr, how many times do you have to six before you can nine?

There is no joke, I want an answer.

[copper-hegan]

I am a god where there is none, an atheist among believers, an immortal surrounded by idealists, I've lived my life disconnected from your battles for longer than you've been a concept, I am not some 'kid', the form I may take is young, but I've lived my life in the shadows by choice for longer than your system has been common place. edit: I wrote this at maybe two AM, it's for a writing prompt, please ignore.

[copper-hegan]

Does thy wish to jest amongst thou own equilibrium? thee calling of whom'st posterior refraining from own extension?

[copper-hegan]

I got dared to make a MLP OC, this is Copper Pop. any advice? (this is made with a blank template I found on Pinterest, I'll link it if anyone wants to see it.)

pony base nel 2025 | Idee per disegnare, Idee per tatuaggi, Doodles carini

15 mag 2025 - Questo Pin è stato scoperto da Clancy. Scopri (e salva) i tuoi Pin su Pinterest.

[copper-hegan]

BERTHA

The two hundred and sixty thousand pound chimpanzee the size of a pocket watch! Smartest thing in the universe - can't count to three!

[copper-hegan]

immortality

I like the thought that everyone is immortal, maybe not our bodies, maybe not our voices, maybe just in the wind.

I like to think that those who were hurt are the storms that destroy so much, it isn't good and it isn't what people want, but it gives that pain a voice once more, even just for a few days, maybe only a few hours or even minutes.

I like the thought that those who were happy make the light breeze that rolls meadows in the early spring mornings, the small winds that carry the seeds of grown plants across tall grasses to grow new life where it wasn't before.

I like to think that when we're gone, we just take a new form, maybe not the winds, maybe the waves on the beaches, maybe the light snows or strong blizzards along canyons, maybe a lost family member or friend carries the vibrations in the laugh of something so sweet, maybe they are the sugar in a batch of cookies, or perhaps they're the spice in their family's cultural recipe, maybe that dog taken in years ago still watches over that new puppy walking the paths in the yard they made years ago, maybe the doe with eyes to wide is being protected by buck they only met once when they were small.

Maybe they're still watching you, hoping you make it to tomorrow, even if they had to leave you so long ago, maybe they watch the dreams that dance and the nightmares that howl.

It's just a maybe, but maybe it's enough until they get to hold you in their arms once more.

[copper-hegan]

theft

I just witnessed some people steal dandelions in the middle of a neighborhood to make a flower crown. I did not intervein.

[copper-hegan]

You know you're a nerd when your mother explicitly says not to use a banner as a blanket but you still use a giant periodic table of elements banner as a blanket.

[heartfullofleeches]

Male Secretary Darling is required by company policy to wear a sweater only when he has genuinely important business to go over with his demonic coworkers because otherwise they're too busy sharing at his tits to retain an information he gives-

"Forecast details a blood moon this evening. Its wise to expect a summoning from those cultist.... I have aspirin at my desk if you require it afterwards."

"Okay."

"There's also the matter of that young groom who wants out of his pact with you for he has fallen for his bride to be. He claims you may have his mistress as penance."

"Fascinating."

"A human soul has possessed one of our printers. Would you like me to-"

"Okay."

"....Sir? Not to be offend you or anything, but you are aware you have more than two parts of eyes, yes? Must you use all of them to stare at my chest?"

".....As your employer, I have no need to answer such ridiculous questions."

[zzoupz]

i lowkey ship tumblr ♠ twitter now

[zzoupz]

the twitter users are coming QUICK post twitblr yaoi

[meowthefluffy]

I have never made art faster in my life

it’s because they’re divorced

[vincepti0n]

Man this goes hard feel free to screenshot 💔😰💔💔😰

[sator-the-wanderer]

The mods are asleep, post Tumblr x Twitter art

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Okay okay but this is fascinating because it's such a visceral example of how mythology works.

Most characters in mythologies are personifications of concepts, or embody some natural phenomenon - like the story of Hades and Persephone is there to explain why the seasons change, Persephone being spring, Demeter - summer, and the absence of them both resulting in death (Hade's domain) and winter, and so we can't have Persephone stay in underworld all year round or have Demeter steal her back to earth permanently, otherwise they myth would lose its core function.

Interpreting the myth without the lense of the natural phenomena that it explains would make it lose an integral part of itself, and therefore make the plot and characters seem strange or unnatural. Why does Demeter hate Hades so much, seeing how so many mothers are okay with Zeus doing atrocious things to their offspring just because he's Zeus? Does Persephone actually want to stay or not? What's with the bizarre arrangement?

Most modern interpretations strip myths of their natural contexts, making them character-driven instead of phenomena-driven, which just makes them land differently - they can still be fine stories, just not myths, not is the traditional sense.

And now we get to this beauty. This is absolutely a myth, the most classical kind. The relationship between characters, who are personifications of objects, phenomena or concepts (in this case, online platforms) used as an intuitively understood metaphor for an event (the demise of Twitter and the Tumblr userbase being unwilling to accept Twitter's userbase).

It's a story that can work as a so-called "explanation myths". We have seasons because Persephone spends half a yesterday underworld and half a year with her mother. We don't like Twitter because the Twitter God and Tumblr God broke up. Ladies and gents and other assorted respectables, we here are witnessing the creation of a perfect modern myth.

[zzoupz]

[magiccarpetman]

Okay but which of them took the shoelaces in the divorce?

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

I thought about it way more than a non-feverish me would, and I've come to the conclusion:

The modern myth that is The Divorce of Tumblr and Twitter carries the themes of regression, corruption and downfall. Some of Twitter userbase used to be part of Tumblr userbase, but they left and changed (corruption). Now that Twitter is becoming uninhabitable (downfall), people are trying to return to Tumblr (regression, possible downfall of Tumblr), and to keep them off Tumblr is returning to its old cringe self (regression).

So, if we are to follow the themes, the logical conclusion would be to send the shoelaces back to the president.

[zzoupz]

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

This is the fastest I've ever written I think

There once lived a young man, handsome as daylight, bright and strong. He was known as Twitter, beloved by the people, a favorite of the gods. His chosen companion, Tumblr, was not dear to the people or the gods. He, a traveling storyteller, preferred solitude. His tales were strange and often unpleasant to the ears, but enchanting in their vulgarity. 

One day, Tumblr's patron goddess, Yahoo, enraged by his vulgar words, put a curse on him. He was not to utter vulgarities, speak of the pleasures of the flesh. His stories of lycanthrope companions were lost to the sands of time, and with them, his last listeners turned away from him. 

Twitter watched others laugh at his beloved, turn him away from their doors, and a dark thought settled over him. He was perfect in every way, his only fault was the affiliation with the cursed taleweaver. And so, little by little, they drifted apart. 

In his travels, Tumblr stumbled into the temple of Apollo, who bestowed upon him the gift of prophecy. He made acquaintance with the trifecta of wise temple maidens who induced visions through hallucinogenic incense. His stories changed, still bizarre and often vulgar, but at times full of wonder and truth. 

At that time, Twitter enjoyed all the luxuries of the mortal world. He was the companion of kings, wealthy merchants, legendary heroes, wise philosophers. 

One day, a man richer than rich, richer than the God of wealth, went to the senate of directors and asked to buy the most precious thing in the entire polis. 

The senate thought long and hard, and said: "do you wish for our finest singer, the most sweet-voiced of the land, Spotifia? I am afraid I cannot part with her. "

"No, " said the rich man, his voice cold and harsh, "I said I have come to buy your most precious thing."

"Have you come for our gambler, the chosen of the god of luck, MAXimil? They earn us more riches than you can offer. I shall not part with them. "

"No," the rich man repeated, "I have come to buy your most precious thing. I have come for Twitter."

The senators laughed, then, for they knew this must be a joke. Twitter was too beloved by the gods to be owned as a servant. But the rich man did not smile. He offered money, then more and more still. As the goddess of hubris clouded his mind, he offered more money than he could afford to spend, more than the senate could afford to refuse, for it was enough gold to form armies five times the size of their polis. 

And so Twitter, the proud Twitter, the untouchable Twitter who laughed at kings and scholars alike, became a servant. 

As he was put onto a gilded ship to be sailed off to the rich man's land, he prayed to the gods that granted him beauty and strength and a sharp tongue, but none answered. His cruelty and vanity made them turn away, and he was too full of his power to notice. 

Finally, the young man remembered one more name. He called for Tumblr, his forgotten companion. 

First time he called, the birds took off and flew in all directions. Second time he called, the animals fled in fear. Gathering all the strength he had, he called a third time.

His call shook the earth and the skies, and in an instant, Apollo's taleweaver stood on the shore. 

Twitter cried in relief. "My love!" he called, "save me! Save me, and I shall be yours for the eternity to come. I shall bask you in glory and riches. I shall make the people love you."

Tumblr looked at the rich old man, at the gilded ship, gilded chains, at the other slaves that were meant to please the rich man during his trip, dressed in the finest clothes fit for kings and immortals. 

"You'll like your new life, dear. " said Tumblr. "You are idle: he shan't make you do much. You are prideful: he shall treat you like a god. You are vain, and so you might fear you might be forgotten, one servant among many. Fear not," he smiled. "I shall sing a song of us."

[meowthefluffy]

I AM SORRY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT BEAST I WOULD CREATE WITH THE DIVORCE THING OH MY GOSH

[bugtoast]

Okay but adding onto this because I think its interesting: myths like these tend to also come with morals or lessons to take away. (The story of Icarus for example, or the story of Oedipus)

I think there's multiple morals that one can take from what Writing-is-a-martial-art made! so, here's a list of some of the morals someone could take away from this:

Love (or trust) is earned, not given

This one because, when Twitter was on the boat, calling out for Tumblr, he was so used to love being given to him on a silver tray that he even expected it from the person he wronged (debatably) most of all.

The rich and beautiful are no better than the poor and destitute

Speaks for itself, really. Twitter believed he was superior to Tumblr because of his beauty and his connections with the rich and famous, but, when Tumblr could've saved Twitter, Twitter's riches meant nothing. Tumblr, for the most part, was happier without such things. What Tumblr did subsequently proved was that Twitter was not a god, not a blessing, but just a man.

Being yourself will attract people who like you

On the other side of the coin, you could take something away from Tumblr's side of the story. Yes, they were cursed and ridiculed, but that did not stop them from continuing to be themself. they continued to sing their songs, to tell their stories, to speak of earthly pleasures and feelings despite their situation. Unlike their past-lover, they were poor and hated, but that didn't matter to them. It wouldn't matter to Tumblr if they were living in the depths of Hades, or on mount Olympus, because they were happy. This, in turn, lead them to the temple of Apollo, where they befriended the trifecta of temple maidens. The point is, is that Apollo and the maidens didn't like Tumblr for their riches-- they had none. they liked tumblr for who they were, for their passion and creativity.

you can probably tell that the last one probably has the most evidence for it.

anyways i'm now gonna go think up some more stories about social media platforms because this is fun

(like?? what if steam had a story? what if there was a story based off of all those tumblr scams? the possibilities are endless!)

[zzoupz]

[copper-hegan]

Roses are red

Jackasses are cocky

Holy fuck

You have wrong kind of Moxie

[copper-hegan]

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