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apolladay

Which of the seven deadly sins do you think represents you the LEAST?

envy

gluttony

greed

lust

pride

sloth

wrath

Which of the seven deadly sins do you think represents you the LEAST?

envy

gluttony

greed

lust

pride

sloth

wrath

Remaining time: 21 hours 37 minutes

#greed #i don't want More More More #i just want enough to cover the necessities and do something fun once or twice a month

only-tiktoks

devantnuit-ladeluge

cryoverkiltmilk

The absolute contempt for these locks is palpable.

youhaveaguineapigwhere

Everytime this gets a note when its nowhere near christmas I question my sanity just a little bit more

youhaveaguineapigwhere

No, it is July, stop that, stop giving this notes, you guys have lost reblogging privileges

spaghettiwoman46

Ugh they are always doing this

keepcalmandcarriefischer

Little freaks

gentlemanbones

We buried Kamui today.

The species of monster that live on this island don’t live very long. It’s one of the defining traits that separates them from the more typical fauna. They mature quickly, they grow strong, and they only have about six years to do it, if they live peaceful lives.

Peaceful lives. My mind punctuated the syllables by tapping my pen on my desk. Peace filled lives. Click, click, click. I didn’t look at the combat tournament trophies on the shelf, but I could see them, while blinking absently at my accounting books; where I worked out how much luxury and how much labor a living being could afford in six years. With the right stimulants and nutrients, it could be a very exciting three years, before they went on to live forever in entire chapters of history books. If we took our time, it could be a very relaxing ten years, before they got a loving grave marker that only fit their name on it.

Time already passed so quickly here. There was so much to do, always. Weeks could feel like minutes if you let them. Three hundred and fifty weeks. Three hundred and fifty minutes. An entire life.

Click, click, click.

Kamui was a hunted beast. Something like a wolf, of pure white fur, and equally white horns that bent forward to add two more teeth to its bite. All scrappy muscle, and anger in its eyes. We hadn’t expected to meet them on that mountain; my jungle-attuned naga was already having a miserable time in the snow. We were warned there were dangerous, wild monsters out there. This was one of the most dangerous: a white wolf, hunted for the killing of its previous tamer.

There wasn’t much to the official story; a dead tamer, teeth marks in their body, blood on a fleeing monster’s jaw. That was more than enough evidence for there to be a need to put down something dangerous. Time and snow had hidden the blood by now, so all that was left was the thoughtless violence of a creature that would tear through any barrier to see tomorrow. Just one more minute.

I wasn’t really thinking about it when we plucked their unconscious body out of the snow, got Jumgler’s help to carry it from the mountain to our base camp, to our coach, to the ranch. Hindsight narrated two different thoughts for me:

“It’s a shame to let a strong monster die.”

“I can’t let them die alone.”

Wrote into the local authorities, the International Monster association. Yes, they really write their name like that. Let them know I’d found and secured a monster on the wanted list. Got the bounty for their capture, got a cautious suggestion list on what to do with them.

And it took patience, and kindness, and it took bandages, and it took months, which is no time at all really, before the white wolf stopped ignoring me, stopped cheating at their exercises, stopped mugging nearby travelers for their shoes. Even if you start with a strong and wild monster, it takes training before they’re ready to compete, to be an athlete. But they took to it. They got anxious if they didn’t fight, like death was waiting the moment you stopped fighting.

And they won trophies, and they got praised, and they saw new parts of a small world. Sometimes they’d sit down beside me and do nothing, and that was the most magical thing they’d done, including the blasts from ice from their mouth and lightning from their horns.

And I got to feel their fur, feel their scrawny and angry muscle become a proud and sturdy body. And I got to see the anger in their eyes became a focused flame. I watched their body grow bigger. Then, in no time at all, I watched the wrinkles in their fur. I watched time slip away.

But I never watched them leave. There was no fence to stop it. I never watched them stare at the mountains in longing. When it was time to eat, they stood with dignity and lumbered to their food bowl like they had always done it.

It had been hours since I met Kamui, here in this island so far from my home. And when we buried them, we buried a part of me with them.

Click, click, click.

My vision turned away from those trophies, and into the books full of the economy of being alive. It was easy to think my time was in that grave, same as theirs. But as long as I was still with them, they were still with me. Still in these records, in these notes. Not just the ones I had written, but the ones written by others. Every textbook, every journal, every blog entry, was a piece of each other, and of a special someone, that we got to share, and carry to a new generation.

We only have a few minutes, which is years, which is no time at all, which is everything. And sharing it with each other makes it eternity.

#all time fave #keep tag #as a huge monster rancher fanboy Bones I LOVE this #monster rancher

artistformerlyknownasbutttrumpet

i just started listening to hozier (ik, like over a decade late, whatever), but bruh. some of y'all did this dude so dirty. everything i've ever seen of him on here has been like "uwu magical forest man" and so my black ass goes into it expecting white boy indie music, but instead i get this radical leftist irish guy straight up singing the blues, like?? (singing the blues/having a lot of blatantly black musical influences, BUT crediting his influences in the process, which is a an important distinction)

like y'all. has anyone told tiktok what kind of music this man actually makes? bc some of them might be shooketh to find out their precious forest man is actually telling them to dismantle the oppressive institution of colonialism while actively paying homage to artists of color

well, that and also to eat pussy, but same thing tbh

hometoursandotherstuff

https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cwydx34kzlvo

runcibility

"Vanderhorst had been under the influence of MDMA and three litres of vodka she had consumed on the night of the offence last September, her lawyer Michael Hill told the court."

three. liters.

anais-ninja-bitch

i support women's wrongs

homoqueerjewhobbit

deadandwalking

hey kitten. daddy needs to talk to you. your kink blog is great, but you are not highlighting the words correctly. kitten. stop highlighting. this is shit. did you seriously highlight that period. kitten.

korrasamibottles

Not enough people talking about how well broccoli holds a sauce

slimetony

Alpine Ibexes climb nearly 90 degree angles to lick salt deposits of of mountainsides. They crave that mineral.

sailor--spoon

Why is this back on my dash in 2018

conqueringthenoodle

Thank god this is back on my dash in 2018

sycamorality

oh no i will lose my !

fairycosmos

your aversion to anything earnest or sincere has affected us in the following ways 1. youre annoyinggggggg

feamir

ryllen

🍮

glowcowboy

systlin

Getting down on my knees and thanking the humans who invented dishwashers and washing machines.

ihonestlydontknowwhattocallthis

InsNe that dishwashers are more efficient and easier than just washing them manually but they also use less water. It’s a win win situation

systlin

They ALSO sterilize dishes, due to operating at a far higher temperature than human hands could ever tolerate. It's a win every way.

systlin

Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.

He said the exact same thing, which I did not know before that, so spreading this knowledge.