Jules of Nature
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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trying on a metaphor
roma★
shark vs the universe
@theartofmadeline
hello vonnie
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Stranger Things
will byers stan first human second
Cosimo Galluzzi
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
if i look back, i am lost
Kaledo Art
Misplaced Lens Cap
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@dedfa
*through gritted teeth* every day i choose to be kind *barely restraining myself from violence* i choose to have compassion *tamping down the vicious bloodlust inside me* i choose to care and to be kind and to love
Every Terry Pratchett protagonist
Forgive me.
only if you forgive me
His world now
HEY YOU
YOURE FINALLY AWAKE
Oh sweet Jesus.
i am so sorry for this
Where the FUCK is he?
Return my beacon to Mount Kilkreath
i fucking knew it
What getting a mending book does to a mf
I mean look at this skin progression and tell me it's not a fimbo metamorphosis
Hi there this may be inappropriate to ask and please understand I only ask this because I really love this story. But I was wondering if you are the individual who wrote it's a small universe. If so I just wanted to express my gratitude because Mike and mickal and Jane and hunu and even unnamed octopus guy are some of my most favorite characters ever and the story you wrote despite being short is one of my favorite stories I have red. ever. Period. I reread a chapter or two every month and on nights I can't sleep I'll reread the whole thing. I have also made countless fan arts of all the characters! But to get to the point I was wondering if it is abandoned? I understand that fics get abandoned all the time and that's fine I was just hoping for a definitive conclusion on that. If it is I was hoping if it would be ok to ask for one small favor. I want to know how mikes mom reacted to her new grandbabies. If it's not abandoned and is just on a indefinite hiatus then AWESOME! You have at least one obsessed fan ready for the moment you post a new chapter! I totally understand not wanting to work on something for a long time. I ask you this now because ordinarily I just leave the fic open as a tab on my phone and computer but I recently got a new phone and I had to look for it way harder and noticed it has a lock which makes me a bit worried haha! I'm sorry about my rant and hopefully you are the right person if not I'm sorry for sending this but if you are than I just wanted you to know how much I love this story and how much it has impacted me. Thanks!
I am the one who wrote it! It makes me so happy how much people have loved this story. Unfortunately I don't know if I'll ever get back to it, life has been so crazy for me sometimes looking back at it feels like I was someone else completely when I wrote it
(It got locked because of the AI scraping)
Mike's mother was ecstatic to meet her grandchildren and travels out to meet up with them to do the most over the top photo shoots with costumes and props. She carries the pictures everywhere that she will whip out of her wallet to show anyone if they so much as make eye contact too long. She has also face punched several people who made comments about their species in a negative way because she's 'old enough to get away with it'.
She's really proud of her children and the weird alien messes they get into and has her own entry in the human guide as an illustration about how human mothers without juvenile offspring tend to aggressively care for anyone and anything that looks mildly sad around them.
every year I post this meme and every year people get more mad at me than they did the previous year
crowley + text posts bonus:
I’m just here to share that this was going to be an enemy creature in DA:I, according to The Art of Dragon Age Inquisition
My favorite bit of folk medicine is that we’re supposed to take wormwood for intestinal parasites. It’s actually really effective, which is how wormwood got its name, but the reason it’s effective is that wormwood is literally just poison and it happens to kill the worms slightly faster than it kills you.
That’s medicine BABEYYYYYY!!!!
No, but seriously, the reason plants have useful chemicals that we can use medicinally is because they have evolved those chemicals as poisons to prevent predation. Humans were just smart enough to figure out through trial and error how to balance these chemical extracts to counteract abnormalities in our bodies.
Like: “Hm. This plant toxin is a cardiac glycoside and increases heart output. In a healthy person, this is highly unpleasant and may even cause death. But… for my aging aunt over here who’s suffering from congestive heart failure… a little foxglove extract taken every morning with her tea would probably help her circulation and keep her weary heart kickin’ for a few more years.”
Medicine is the opportune application of poisons. Healers and poisoners are folks with similar skill sets and wildly different philosophies.
@deathisforsissies
dear @shitpostsampler i would like a pony and a cross stitch pattern for “Healers and poisoners are folks with similar skill sets and wildly different philosophies” please <3
The Rain, The Ash and The Stone. Grown into young adults out to get into trouble. Mischief for a cause! Dani often has to smooth things over after the fact, but also employs them for some careful diplomacy >_>
Headcanon: I like the idea that Rain is so in tune with her magic at some point that water extends from her horn stumps, sometimes they freeze over or go more steam like as a reflection of her emotions.
Ash despite his intimidating size moves in shadows, a dark void beyond vision and light on his feet. His blades burn through flesh. Maker have mercy for any that stoke the Ash to flame and anger.
Rochelle- The Stone, is a woman of average size that looks diminutive flanked by her Qunari friends. She stands her ground, will not be moved unless she wishes it.
Characters belong to AntlersandFangs and Celtic_Lass. From AO3 fanfic Virtually After.
Gimli and the wolf pack. Little leggy behind Gimli. Isy with the scarlet hair. Dani in fine robe with ginger hair. Legolas stumbling onto the scene of a very patient dwarf.
Based on the AO3 fanfic Virtually After. By Antlersandfangs and Celtic_Lass. The fanfic merges Dragon age and LOTR together in an interesting way.
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Inspired by the Virtually Separated fanfic by AntlersandFangs, and Celtic_Lass .
Freddie as a guardian angel!
He’s playing his music from a magical recorder that reaches whoever needs it ❤️
For mrbadguymercury
This is the best, mostly because it suggests that when I’m having a shit day and spontaneously get a Queen song stuck in my head, it’s no accident. Thanks, Freddie
A totally random sleeping beauty origin story in which the king and queen go to outside help to conceive. the gorgons, the creatures that lay in the belly of the swamps, slithering in the boiling pools, grant the couple’s request. they are loyal subjects, after all.
they promise that the child will live a long life. they promise that she will have great strength, will speak many tongues, and that she will strike awe into the hearts of men.
the queen thanks them, but before she can go they stop her with one last promise: if the child is not loved, then they must give her back.
I will love my child, say the two, and race off atop a shimmering steed.
9 months pass and the queen gives birth to a child, a healthy baby girl. but as time goes on, things start going wrong. servants start burning from the inside out, objects begin to vibrate from the toddler’s cries. the princess howls like a never-ending night, and nursemaids leave blind.
this cannot go on, the people hiss. this cannot go on.
and so the king and queen place her away from the castle’s inhabitants, far up in a tower. there she may scream and the world may tremble. there she may cry and no one’s ears will bleed. there she may live her life, among four stone walls. alone.
they send instructors up to the tower, one by one. a professor. a sorcerer. a hunter. a tamer. each attempt more desperate.
until there is nothing left to do. and so the princess is left in her tower, viewed as more monster than girl, fed by scraps through the door.
the parents do not fulfill their promise.
they do not give her back.
the princess, in filthy tatters and between clawed walls, pleads to be let out. i will be good, she promises tearfully. i will be good, just let me see them. I want to see them.
but she cannot control her nature, these sick powers she has been given. so she is left, often starved.
over time her pleas become bargains. i will not scream, if you let me see them once. i will not look upon you, if you let me touch them. i will not kill you, if you only let me be with them one last time.
none of these are accepted.
the princess turns fourteen. she grows strong. she speaks many tongues. and she strikes awe into the hearts of whoever she meets.
and why not? her eyes are yellow, like a deathly hawk. her hair hangs low, like the night. her teeth shine brightly, like the fang of a beast. her skin, though. oh, her skin. it glistens and glimmers and it is cold, like a reptile.
and her heart grows stunted. small. shattered.
they did not love her. no one did. they did not give her back, either.
months pass and crowds gather, swooping into the castle in courtly procession. the princess stares down in curiousity, but also longing. why are they here? what has happened below?
for the first time in her life, she escapes. i will not tell you how. perhaps because it is terrible and wicked. perhaps because it is clever. and perhaps because it is boring.
only you really know.
“the baby princess,” the people whisper to each other, while she clings to the shadows. “the baby princess.”
she is not a baby though, is she.
is. she.
and so the christening begins, golden plates and golden goblets set down. each numbered correctly, one for each guest.
the fairies of the glen. oh, how beautiful they are. their wings gleam like dewdrops in the morning, and their hair slips over their shoulders like the sun peeking through trees. they have made this possible, everyone murmurs. we must be thankful to the fairies, for they have given the rulers their daughter.
they all sit down to dine, and the princess–the eldest, the first born, the forgotten–stumbles in. her hair is lank. her eyes bleed tears. and her skin is cracking, old and scaly. oh, she is gruesome. the courtiers gag at the sight of her.
“leave, witch!” they order, but she pays them no heed. she walks up to the throne, and smiles at the king and queen.
“remember me?” she murmurs, teeth sharp but smile pleasant. she looks around. “every plate and every goblet. every person has a setting. except for me. now, why wasn’t I invited?”
“we don’t know who you are,” they reply fearfully.
“oh?”
the ground begins to shake. the guests scream. people howl, ears bleeding.
“you should not have struck another bargain so soon, you know,” she says, glancing at the fairies’ iridescent wings. “for everyone knows that gifts from the forest folk are not gifts. song, beauty, grace, wealth. are these all not useful to the fairies? and they will get their gifts back.” she stares at her parents. “they always get their children back.”
“please,” beg the king and queen, kneeling before their daughter. “please.”
the girl steps aside and walks to the cradle.
the guards surge forward.
“I WANT TO SEE HER!” screams the princess. the guards collapse in a shot of ash. “I want to see her,” she whispers brokenly.
the girl inside is like the dawn, blonde and gold and rosy. noisy, too.
“come now,” she soothes the child, smoothing back a curl. “do not cry. out of the two of us, i am the more ugly one,” she teases. “you are my family, you know. my own little sister, wound by the spring petals as i was forged by the burning pools. we are together, in that. they will not understand half-beings such as us. in fact,” she looks up at the court, cracked lips winding into a smile. “i, too, would like to give a gift to the child.”
her parents recoil, but it is too late.
far, far too late now.
“she will be yours until she finds my tower. on that day, she will learn what has been done, all your great sins against me. i will take her with me, show her the chaos you wrought into our veins by asking the forest for what was not theirs to give. thus, i give you this last promise: if she does not love me, i will give her back.”
and the princess strode from the castle, ripping the stone walls down. only the tower remained.
what happened next was simple, really. it was just the middle and the ending. every story has to have it, as you well know. but the middle and the ending are vague things. you will have to decide what happens.
after all, this was just the beginning.
if you liked this please check out my new Rapunzel story that will hopefully be like a serial or something~
“National Geographic called me and asked me to write the feminist facts about how The Lion King gets lion pride dynamics all wrong. I happily complied. Lions are matrilineal!!
When I contacted Craig Packer, one of the world’s leading lion researchers, to talk about this story he was IMMEDIATELY AVAILABLE. He Skyped me almost instantly from a camp in Kenya and said he’s been waiting for someone to ask him this question since the original film came out.
Anyway, if The Lion King were real, Nala would be the star, Sarabi would be holding her up saying everything the light touches is our kingdom, Simba would have left and never come back, and when Nala got old enough Sarabi would have carved out a territory for her to rule.”
- Erin Biba
In real life, Simba’s mom would be running the pride
UPDATE:
“Reasons men gave for lecturing me on lion pride social structure and telling me one of the world’s leading lion researchers is wrong (I am not kidding these are real): -Watched The Lion King DVD extras -Read a textbook 25 years ago -Has been to the zoo -Everyone just knows
If you ever wondered what it’s like to be a woman that communicates science, this is what it’s like. Any expertise you or your sources may have gained over decades of hard work are null and void because someone watched a DVD extra 25 years ago.”
- Erin Biba
Hey that last one is a Mood
If you live somewhere tropical or subtropical (I live in south Florida) and you want to release a written part of a spell outdoors but you don’t want to be a dick and be littering, here are some options I personally like:
^ Sea grape is great for releasing into the ocean, given that it grows all around the beach.
^ Banana tree leaves, which you can also use to wrap things in (as my family does for pasteles 😍)
Also for banana trees:
The seed pod alien thing drops petals that you can write on or use as little bowls, they’ll hold ingredients and they’ll float on water :D
And of course, palm tree leaves ^ Take them apart, write on them, use them to tie things, knot them, braid them, weave them into a basket or bowl or ball for ingredients, whatever you can think of! Seriously look up “palm tree leaf crafts” it’s insane everything you can do with these. They’re great.
Burying jars, throwing paper into the ocean, it’s littering. Stop it.
Partner: something smells dead outside
Me: *knowing full well there are two dead birds in a bucket of water and deer bones on an ant hill* huh. Odd.
