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The avatar of death looked down with frustration. "A sacrifice? That man was meant to have children, as were his children, and theirs, all who would end up in my realm when they died of NATURAL causes. Do you see what you've done?"
I don't know if this is the AgathaRio brain rot but I...am having ideas.
I realized I never put this here. I really should do more with this account.
Anyway, I still haven't stopped thinking about them.
This show made me feel things I havenāt felt in a long time.
AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.08 -Ā Follow Me My Friend / To Glory At The End
Many reviewers did not like this movie, so let me talk about why I enjoyed it.
I finally watched the Mean Girls musical remake last weekend. Is it too late to say things about it? Maybe, but I have Things I want to write about it. Also I think I'm in love with ReneƩ Rapp?
Only the very oldest people remembered a time when humans could see in color.
Only the very oldest people remembered a time when humans could see in color. They often tell us stories of how vivid the sky was when the sun sets. They remember the colors of the leaves when the season turns. They recall the eye colors of their loved ones and even their own.
We canāt understand what theyāre talking about, but we nod and go along with what theyāre saying.
Color is a strange concept to us. Why would anything need to have color? It sounds horrifying. People are judged by the color of their skin, hair, or eyes. Judged by the color of their clothes. Some things get more attention just because their colors were bright and in your face.
Maybe there was some greatness to be able to see colors. The birds seem to think that it matters to them. Our scientists tell us that the wavelengths in which some feathers reflect matters greatly to their mating ritual. Thatās what the books tell us anyway.
I donāt know if I completely believe what theyāre saying. Why do we need to see something that seems completely useless?
The world is fine the way it is. We donāt need to go back to that time again.
This site: What the fuck is with all these animated shows getting terrible live-action remakes? We should start remaking live action media as cartoons to balance the scales.
The monkey's paw: *curls one finger*
What's happened now?
It was a long weird summer.
TONIGHT! Episode 9 of Fantasy High Junior Year - an event 5 years in the making. Launches at 7pm ET / 4pm PT on Dropout. Featuring Brennan Lee Mulligan, Emily Axford, Ally Beardsley, Brian Murphy, Zac Oyama, Siobhan Thompson, and Lou Wilson.
You don't need to believe that people as a whole are good or well-intentioned to be an optimist about fixing climate change.
A lot of the time, it's enough to trust in this: people hate being screwed over. And even more than that, they hate feeling screwed over.
Climate change is actively screwing over almost every single person on this planet, whether they know it or not. We just need to keep making sure that people do know that they're getting screwed over, along with all their loved ones, and who's doing it.
Spite and righteous anger will honestly do a lot of the rest.
And self-interest! Can't forget about the revolutionary potential of people's self-interest!
Genuinely, though.
Like, there's nothing wrong with doing genuinely good things out of self-interest.
Everyone who is fighting climate change for selfish reasons is still fighting climate change. Everyone fighting for a better world to make their own life easier is still fighting for a better world.
I don't care about moral perfection. I care that people are doing something.
Not to be cliche and drop an inspirational quote, but to quote Terry Pratchett's The Wee Free Men:
"Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine! I have a duty!"
You don't need to believe that people as a whole are good or well-intentioned to be an optimist about fixing climate change.
A lot of the time, it's enough to trust in this: people hate being screwed over. And even more than that, they hate feeling screwed over.
Climate change is actively screwing over almost every single person on this planet, whether they know it or not. We just need to keep making sure that people do know that they're getting screwed over, along with all their loved ones, and who's doing it.
Spite and righteous anger will honestly do a lot of the rest.
And self-interest! Can't forget about the revolutionary potential of people's self-interest!
Genuinely, though.
Like, there's nothing wrong with doing genuinely good things out of self-interest.
Everyone who is fighting climate change for selfish reasons is still fighting climate change. Everyone fighting for a better world to make their own life easier is still fighting for a better world.
I don't care about moral perfection. I care that people are doing something.
Not to be cliche and drop an inspirational quote, but to quote Terry Pratchett's The Wee Free Men:
"Then turn selfishness into a weapon! Make all things yours! Make other lives and dreams and hopes yours! Protect them! Save them! Bring them into the sheepfold! Walk the gale for them! Keep away the wolf! My dreams! My brother! My family! My land! My world! How dare you try to take these things, because they are mine! I have a duty!"
It was time. Sheād fought against it for so long. This is what sheād been born to do.
Today's prompt from The Most Dangerous Writing Prompt Generator is "It was time. Sheād fought against it for so long"
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It was time. Sheād fought against it for so long. This is what sheād been born to do.
Or at least, that was what her parents told her all her life. Sheās meant to be the greatest magician to ever grace the stage.
Except she never wanted to be a magician. Yes, sure, her parents were great magicians of their own and theyāve trained her since she could grasp a deck of cards to do magic and create illusions. Itās in her blood.
She doesnāt hate magic, not really. She actually loved it. But something about her parents expecting her, almost forcing her to be a magician really turned her off the whole thing.
However, she would find herself unconsciously palming an object in her hand, as if it were second nature. Sheād shuffle a deck of cards when sheās bored and do all sorts of tricks and forced cuts without even realizing it. She loved magic. She just didnāt love having to do what her parents told her to do.
So she stayed away from it. For as long as she can. But the decks of cards and the cups and rings and ropes and various other magic props that are sitting right by her desk in her office tell another story. She craved it. Craved seeing that look of wonder and suspense in her audienceās eyes.
She sighed and looked at the email on her laptop.
Fine, she thought. Iāll sign up and appear on Americaās Got Talent. She needed the money anyway. Being a software developer isnāt as fulfilling as she thought it would be.
Endless Fantasy High
He had an hour to get home. If he didnāt make it, disaster would strike!
Today's writing exercise is an exercise in being patient. Sort of.
My late night thoughts on romance and love.
I'm not usually a 'write in the middle of the night while I'm half-asleep' type of person but I guess this was the exception.
As he flicked through the letters, a small, handwritten envelope caught his attention and his heart began to thump.
Today's writing exercise is Flash Fiction Friday #8. I've been going through a mental health slump the past week (thanks menstrual cycle) and writing flash fiction with prompts has been really helping me get out of that.
