I feel old and I’m only 22
This feels like a hate crime
Well I hate it
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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will byers stan first human second
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Sade Olutola

Discoholic 🪩
NASA
Three Goblin Art

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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I feel old and I’m only 22
This feels like a hate crime
Well I hate it
I am yelling I landed on a Christian article about Florence & The Machine
this is honestly probably the best review florence welch has ever received
rb if you want to bury your head into florence’s lap and earn a badge of satanic red wings
Oh you
My ideal gender presentation is masculinity but doing it wrong because I'm also doing femininity but doing it wrong. Yknow
Am I masc? Am I fem? Well. I'm a boyfriend who looks like a girlfriend that you had in february of last year, actually
predicted meme for later in the year: everybody saying “shit now I can do X because I’m vaccinated” when X is something entirely unrelated to the coronavirus
first meme wave: X is a completely outlandish or impossible thing. Like “shit now I can shapeshift again because I am vaccinated”
second meme wave: X is a completely mundane thing. Like “shit now I can put milk in my cereal again because I am vaccinated”
Shit, I can finally go back to the gym now that I'm vaccinated
The Homes of Hidden Animals Series by Jeniak
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🐱 Studio Ghibli + Cats 🐈
At new years someone handed me their cat and holding that animal I was filled with the sense of awe and wonder that I assume normal people only feel when they look at a newborn
A field surgeon in a fantasy world has performed life saving surgery on many an orc war band before, unwittingly becoming blood brothers with most of his patients. In his darkest days, his extended family comes to offer their hands.
Hyrea the Healer was not a difficult goddess to serve.
Which was not to say that service was easy. Service to Hyrea took one into dangerous places, and dangerous work. A dedicate of Hyrea went into war, and plague, and famine. Risked death a thousand ways, over and over again. And yet it wasn’t difficult to serve her, if you were the right kind of person. For a person who looked at the sick or wounded or starving and longed to help, it was the easiest thing in the world.
Hyrea marked her devotees in a way impossible to disguise or to mistake. It was possible to replicate the blue tattoos, to an extent, though the ‘blindfold’ was hard to do, eyelids being difficult. The bands around the wrists were easier. But only Hyrea could make them glow with that faint, spectral light. No-one could look on that light, and not know exactly who they were looking at. There were stories about it – about the six healers who had walked onto a battlefield and stood between the two armies, and stopped the battle cold, for neither side had dared to lift a hand against the healers. About proud gods who drove out the humble Hyrean healers, so that only their own priests could heal, and cities emptied by disease spreading from the poorest quarters, where the proud priests would not go. About the warlord who, having struck his enemy down, saw a Hyrean healer kneel to help the man, and in fury struck the healer down as well – and died the next moment, with a dozen arrows in his back, fired by his own men. About villages struck by plague, who saw the blue lights approaching through mist, and opened their barricaded gates to hope. About terrible battles that lasted from dawn until dusk… and then nights full of pale blue lights, moving among the fallen, and a hundred or two hundred or five hundred men found living on the field the next morning.
Temples of Hyrea rose in odd places. In busy cities, in border towns, in little villages, with no apparent rhyme or reason. Only a certainty, in the part of some priest or priestess, that here there would be need of them. They were good at predicting need.
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the only valid way to engage with star wars is with a healthy dose of childlike wonder and a small amount of adult understanding of how stupid the whole thing is
like I know lightsabers are objectively ridiculous, they're cool as hell tho so shut the fuck up
There’s a theory that early Europeans started saying “brown one” or “honey-eater” instead of “bear” to avoid summoning them, and similarly my friend has started calling Alexa “the faceless woman” because saying her true name awakens her from her slumber
English has an avoidance register used in the presence of certain respected animals, which sounds fancy until you realize it’s spelling out w-a-l-k and t-r-e-a-t in front of the dog.
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