may sunflowers grow on their graves

if you expect me to avoid "spoiling" things, you're in the wrong place. accidentally deleted kaldurcalm and now I can't get it back. THE BOOPENING BROUGHT MY BOOP BADGES BACK!!! 🥰 icon from smx11 here on tumblr! Tagged possum. header from nattousan. if you have time to go through bios to look for ages, you can ask me.

[fireheartedpup]

I've gone by muttluver, kaldurcalm, and fireheartedkaratepup. Accidentally deleted my old blog of 15 years and can't get it back.

I'm on ao3, vocal, and Medium.

I've been in fandom for 20 years and have no patience for handwringing over "objectionable" content. Repeat after me: if it's fiction, it's fine.

@toritomuttz is the smut sideblog.

@kaldurcalms is the place where I share things I found that I like with the rest of the class.

My queue WAS always going before they changed the site. Now you're getting a return to my original posting style. Sort of.

Fandom should be fun and has no entry requirements. I don't respect gatekeeping.

Voicing discomfort with other fans being pushy about select pairings is not homophobia.

[gremlinservant]

Just vaccinated three kids and got kicked thank GOD I am selling them today

Edit:

THIS IS A POST ABOUT GOATS!!

[boarred]

Happy pridemonth

[klyukvav]

And here I am again

[polycythemiav]

DID YOU KNOW? A group of Pride demons is called a Parade!

[wolfpup026]

A study of The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel with Lucanis 💜

[herpsandbirds]

Bronzed Cowbird (Molothrus aeneus), 2 males having an intense discussion, family Icteridae, order Passeriformes, Mesa, AZ, USA

photograph by Dave Lehneman

[wyllravengards]

A she-wolf who reigned the Amaranthine sea.

Quick Bela painting. pls reblog if you like it I spent all day painting this <3

[achillesinhighheels]

Training my nervous system to choose an unfamiliar heaven instead of a familiar hell

[prokopetz]

The secret to always having things go according to plan is to have multiple mutually exclusive plans which between them encompass the entire space of possible outcomes. That way, no matter what happens, it will be according to a plan.

[mysharona1987]

[okiitos]

Rescue professional here:

If you need rescuing or help, DON’T FUCKING MOVE. You are so much easier to find when you stay put.

[thegreenpea]

Credits: @foxes-in-love

Your most important survival skill is asking for help

[existential-dread-in-the-am]

Goddamn preach this

[rogue-cyberman]

"Your most important survival skill is asking for help." THIS, it makes me so damn pissed off when parents try and normalize that asking for help is a taboo thing!

[isthescavengervideocute]

This feels important to reblog

[dandorime]

Sometimes we don't think we even need help. We believe we can use our existing skills in a way that makes it look like we can solve the problem on our own, and because that seems easier than asking for help, we take that route.

Don't.

If you don't know the EXACT consequences of doing it this new way that you just came up with on the spot, do not proceed.

Every lab disaster I have had to call in professional mitigation to deal with started with "oops, I'll just sweep that up and no-one will know" or "I can just wash it off with water, I'll be fine".

[exxos-von-steamboldt]

[delicatefury]

I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.

And there are so many articles and videos and discussions. Like, the scientific community is buzzing about this.

So much research will have to be redone because the data was absolutely compromised, off by orders of magnitude, by using standard lab gloves.

The world is probably not horrifically contaminated by microplastics. Sterile laboratories, however, are contaminated by latex and nitrile gloves.

Thank God someone bothered to check.

[beardedmrbean]

>I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.

Sources beyond dude just trust me, for the skeptics.

Scientists shocked to find lab gloves may be skewing microplastics data

Scientists may have been unknowingly inflating microplastics pollution estimates, and the surprising source could be their own lab gloves. A

https://www.technologynetworks.com/applied-sciences/news/scientists-lab-gloves-may-be-causing-an-overestimation-of-microplastics-411138

Nitrile and latex gloves may cause overestimation of microplastics, U-M study reveals

Nitrile and latex gloves that scientists wear while they are measuring microplastics may lead to a potential overestimation of the tiny poll

Nitrile and latex gloves may cause overestimation of microplastics - Phys.org (it’s a pdf)

An Embarrassing Mistake May Have Skewed Microplastics Research All Along

Researchers discovered a standard piece of lab equipment has added thousands of microplastic ‘false positives’ per each square-millimeter un

Ordinary Lab Gloves May Have Skewed Microplastic Data

Ordinary Lab Gloves May Have Skewed Microplastic Data: That doesn’t mean microplastics aren’t a problem, though

That should be enough

[pissvortex]

Elon Musk personally stepped in to unban the guys who posted pictures of my address and the inside of my apartment and then permanently banned my account for making a gay for pay joke yeah alright whatever man

[pissvortex]

This was the joke for the record

[mintmatcha]

btw I think your father met your knight right after he's appointed to his position in the military. its a gathering of some sorts, one where the knight is forced to be there and he's miserable-

until he catches a glimpse of you across the way. you're laughing with friends and he thinks it's the prettiest sound in the whole world. Your dress is like the waves of the Sapphire Sea: a brilliant blue he did not know fabric could be, capped white hems, and glittering gems scattering throughout the design.

"Do you know who that is?" a man says to the knight, gesturing with his glass of wine.

"No. It's wrong of me to stare," the knight says without thinking. "But think she may be the most beautiful girl in the world."

The man laughs.

They talk for a while, about life, about how the knight's family is from Theesa and the man sails there often, how the knight is now a commander, how the men under him are being taught how to behave. The mention their time in the Golden City and how the knight pays for his mother to live there, near her friends and the sea.

"Are you married?" the man asks suddenly and the knight is taken aback.

"Life in the knighthood hasn't left me with many options for marriage."

"Do you wish to have a wife?"

The knight is even more surprised. It takes him a moment to answer, voice suddenly soft. "I would. A family as well."

"You are in luck. My daughter needs to be wed."

"I could never deserve her hand-"

"Nonsense. I do not care about title; I care if you will treat my beloved daughter the way she deserves," the man says. "If I could take care of her forever, I would, but I fear I will die one day. She will need a husband. If she likes you, her hand will be yours."

Before the knight can reply, the man calls for his daughter.

And the most beautiful girl in the world turns around.

[michanvalentine]

I was taking screenshots for something completely different when this particular moment caught my eye.

In his Origin run, Radiant Hopeful Astarion chooses to save Baldur’s Gate and its people, even after having “lost the opportunity” to Ascend. He could still “make up for it” by dominating the Netherbrain and the world, becoming the Absolute and therefore truly untouchable, while keeping all the benefits of the tadpole. Yet his personal choice — and the choice supported by the game’s script — is to destroy it.

I’m not saying this to argue that Ascended Astarion isn’t convinced of his choice (this remains true regardless of my personal preferences and my own interpretation of Ascension). Rather, I’m saying that if he chooses to give up Ascension, he’s equally convinced of that choice and remains committed to it, regardless of whether he’s in a romance or not.

From the very beginning, Astarion frequently encouraged Tav/Durge to take control of the cult. Yet after confronting Cazador and coming to terms with himself, power is no longer his sole focus. He has reevaluated his priorities. For someone who once believed power was the only thing standing between him and safety, that choice says a great deal.

[lustcannibalism]

worship and violence both require your devotion

[hanniballecterscock]

and your hands

[lustcannibalism]

AND YOUR HANDS

[mintmatcha]

love arranged marriage unfortunately. the idea of being married to a knight who's not even in the city, but away on the front lines. it's a benefit for your family, so they dont even question sending you to his home to await his return...

[mintmatcha]

you meet him three months into the arrangement. He arrives after the sun has already set, his features set strong in the candlelight. His body is heavy with exhaustion and tension, his eyes dull and tired.

you've grown to hate this place, this castle gifted to him for war victories. The halls are barren, the garden yet to bloom. The maids are pleasant, but they keep their distance, as if you'll strike. Maybe your husband is the kind to hit. You wouldn't know.

When he looks at you, it's only in short bursts, his eyes suddenly low. There's a long stretch of silence between you and you consider introducing yourself, but decide against it. He knows who you are.

"The maid is drawing me a bath," he says suddenly and a sick feeling pours over you. This day was always coming, but you aren't sure you're ready to lay under a stranger.

"Am I expected to join?" you ask and his nose crinkles.

"No." He steps back and away. His departure is brisk and driven. You retire for the night by yourself and awake alone. Your husband is set to leave again in a few hours; a few soldiers have already gathered in the front garden.

"Don't you wish to give your new wife a goodbye?" one asks, unaware of your open window. "One night and you've already had your fill? Or has she been filled too much?"

"I refuse to believe she is real!" says another. "What kind of woman has worn down our brute and turned him into a family man? Should we expect a gaggle of children in the upcoming year?"

Your husband growls. "You will leave the poor lamb alone. She suffers enough."

That softens you. Just a bit. You rise from you bed and go to the window, leaning out enough to catch the men's attention.

"Until next time."

He watches you, expression caught between more emotions that you can count, then turns his gaze back to his mount. The two men share a look, wide, wide grins on their faces.

"Until next time," he repeats back.

[mintmatcha]

In his absence, he sends gifts. They are tiny things, sweets and oiled combs and scented oils and a porcelain figure of a cat, aimless in their direction towards you. Just simple niceties he could give to any woman in the world. You imagine he sends one to the lovers he has in every city as well.

(he must have lovers, you imagine. He hasn't touched you; he must be getting his fill with women in other cities, maybe women he actually loves. these are trinkets to keep his wife amused while she wastes away.)

none of the gifts come with a note.

one day a bolt of fabric arrives, yellow and ornate. It's only a small amount, not enough to make a dress, but enough for you to unravel and admire. It's beautiful and clearly expensive, golden threads woven into flowers and vines. Your father was a silk merchant; while you never wore the silks, you can recognize their quality.

the following week, the delicious man rides up on his steeds and presents a letter. The handwriting is rough. Knights that come from the lower class do not have the schooling of highborns; as fair as you know, your husband was born a street rat and worked his way theough the ranks to glory.

-I have been told by my secund that I did not send you enuf fabric for a gown. I do not no these things.

The spelling mistakes screw a smile out of you.

"Wait a moment." You stop the boy before he can leave. "I wish to send something back."

You take your time and use your finest calligraphy, tucking your note in with a handkerchief you had spent the week on. It's fine work-- one that would please even the hardest of hearts.

-Dearest husband,

Please take this handkerchief as a sign of my thoughts.

Your patient and thoughtful wife

A second letter arrives within the week.

-are you cros with me? A scrap of fabric for a scrap of fabric?

The response is what makes you cross. The poor messenger boy has to stay the night while you percolate over a response.

-Dearest, sweetest husband,

A handkerchief is a traditional gesture of affection. I have embroidered the edges by hand, with your last name and your roses, and it smells of my perfume. It is a piece of me for you to carry. If you do not appreciate my kindness or if you think it will turn away your lovers, you may return it. I do not wish it wasted on you.

Your less than patient and less than adoring wife

The poor boy scatters off in the morning and returns a few days later.

tortured wife,

I wil cherish it. I am sory, pour lam. I wil do better.

your loving husband

[enystis]

Here's the next part:

Post by @mintmatcha

💬 25  🔁 198  ❤️ 1211 · cont. Month seven and your husband arrives without warning. His letters had ceased for a short while and the lonelin

[snailwizards]

next bit

Post by @mintmatcha

💬 28  🔁 260  ❤️ 1425 · "Husband." You rap at his door at you push it open. The man shifts his stance in reflex, hand flying to his side whe