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"instead of you" isn't "for you"
@buggachat made me think of you.
I love a good floppy leaf. The floppier, the better, am I right??
blows my mind that cheetahs are apex predators. that is the single most anxious creature I have ever seen. at any given moment a cheetah is exactly one stubbed paw away from bursting into tears. that is a sad dripping wet animal, and it's at the top of the local food chain? babygirl what happened
things I learned from this post:
cheetahs regularly get bullied by lions, hyenas, crocodiles, and baboons
multiple people think this means cheetahs aren't an apex predator/belong lower on the food chain
which is how I learned humans equate social status with position on the food chain. (which is nonsense to anyone who's ever met, for instance, a moose)
an apex predator is just a predator without natural predators of its own. you can be an anxious pathetic mess, but if you're not getting eaten by your neighbors, congrats! you're an apex predator.
i look it up to make sure cheetahs are apex predators
I find out it's not uncommon for cheetah cubs (and very occasionally adults) to be eaten by lions, leopards, hyneas, and even eagles???
well that sure calls into question their apex predator status. out of curiosity i check to see if there are any animals that hunt lions
this is how I discover that cheetahs, lions, hyenas, and leopards will all eat each other's children if presented with an easy opportunity (and sometimes young/elderly/injured adults)
begining to wonder how useful 'apex predator' is as a term
in conclusion, cheetahs are so fast because they are fueled by Grade A+ Ultra Concentrated Anxiety and they need that speed to run away from their problems
Your melody is so beautiful. It was easy to fall in love with it. Everyone could see how beautiful it was even if it seemed chaotic sometimes.
But the closer I got to it I realized that it was missing notes, notes Iâd naturally filled in when I heard it. Notes that made the chaos of it make sense. I chalked it up to age, we were still young after all.
But I couldnât fill those notes in with my melody, and I couldnât help you complete your own melody. In fact I felt I was stressing your melody out with my desire to be of help and close to you.
So maybe letting you go was the best choice even if it made me sad. Because what a beautiful song you have.
Then I realized. Your melody was half of the most beautiful duet. A duet that brought out your missing notes with ease and soothed the notes in the most beautiful way.
It was the boy whose melody didnât sound like his own more often than not. Whose true melody only came forward when the tempo was changed. Whose true melody sounded best when it sang along with yours.
He was the other half of your duet.
The worldâs most miraculous duet.
My coworker asked me a question about Queer culture the other day and it was a really good question but I couldnât think of a polite way to tell them that they didnât have the foundational knowledge required to support full comprehension of the answer
Coworker: So why do some people say theyâre bisexual and other people say theyâre pansexual? They sound like the same thing
Me: Do you want the real answer or the answer that will make sense to you
Coworker: I guess the real answer?
Me: Do you have three hours and a notepad
Coworker: No
Me: The flags are different
Skill issue
Bisexual is when you were raised to believe you had to choose between chocolate and vanilla and you decide actually I like them both.
Pansexual is when you look around and find out thereâs also strawberry and pistachio and rum-raisin and a bunch of even more different options like sorbet and froyo and youâre like omg i love them all
Wish there was a better social shorthand for âIâm sure theyâre a lovely person in their own way but we are so baseline incompatible that being around them longer than five minutes makes me feel like exploding into smithereens.â
"we don't click."
"I do desire we may be better strangers."
i would cannibalize god's rotting corpse. if the opportunity arose
why do you have to say these things minutes after I finish my poem about how gods rotten corpse is the carcinogenic bed of hell?
well tumblr user penisgeorge are you going to drop the poem or leave us in suspense
You find god and heâs rotting. You find peace and itâs a slab of flesh. Chivalry is a blind, wet, crawling thing you pull from the gutter on a Tuesdayâ thatâs the nature of things. Thatâs nature.
You find life and itâs stagnant. You find rain and it pulls the grass out, roots-up, green blades fluttering in the storm winds. You find death and itâs crying. You find hell and itâs wet, and green, a sulfuric swamp that digs wooden teeth into its meals and belches when itâs over.
You find god and heâs rotting, and so is his throne. Peace thuds in his rib cage. Hell belches by his feet, a fat and heavy dog; heâs grinning.
You find chivalry and you drag it up. Rot under your nails, under your skin. You find it crawling there, and you whimper, and you wonder. God is rotting. Rot is holy, right? This isnât so bad. Heâs terrible. Youâre terrible, too.
You must be doing the right thing.
You find the devil, parched-white and clean. You find Hell seeping up his robes, a sick and heavenly green. You see his horns. You see his eyes. And the grass is torn up by its roots; and the wind is rent by the sky; and the clouds are shattered like sugar-glass; and at the end of it, at the end of it all, you meet god. And he smells like sulfur.
There's so much more.
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do u think Tinkerbell ever just fuckin bit people? she's tiny, angry, and easily mistaken for an insect, surely she gave into that tempation
"she straight up tried to kill wendy" that's not what i asked
rice is the perfect food and westerners should eat more of it i'm so serious
you can season it, you can drizzle it with sauce, you can cook it in broth or coconut milk, you can add spices sugar butter sesame oil rice vinegar, you can mix it w/ garlic & scallions & veggies, you can fry it and scramble an egg in it, it goes with meat & seafood & protein, it reheats great with a bit of water, it's cheap, insane shelf-life, ideal for bulk buy discounts, many types & shapes & textures, there are thousands of recipes ranging from china to india to japan to the middle east to latin america to europe. AND a rice cocker cooks it for you. the many splendors that await you...
you think i made an error most grievous, BUT i noticed that typo before hitting post; in my infinite wisdom i chose to let nature take its course
I just need you to know:
I once dumped a guy bc he didnât own a rice cooker.
A painting of some edible flowers ~
You know what fantasy writing needs? Working class wizards.
A crew of enchanters maintaining the perpetual flames that run the turbines that generate electricity, covered in ash and grime and stinking of hot chilies and rare mushrooms used for the enchantments
A wizard specializing in construction, casting feather fall on every worker, and enchanting every hammer to drive nails in straight, animating the living clay that makes up the core of the crane
An elderly wizard and her apprentice who transmute fragile broken objects. From furniture, to rotten wood beams, to delicate jewelry
A battle magician, trained with only a few rudimentary spells to solve a shortage of trained wizards on the front who uses his healing spells to help folks around town
Wizarding shops where cheery little mages enchant wooden blocks to be hammered into the sides of homes. Hammer this into the attic and it will scare off termites, toss this in the fire and clean your chimney, throw this in the air and all dust in the room gets sucked up
Wizard loggers who transmute cut trees into solid, square beams, reducing waste, and casting spells to speed up regrowth. The forest, they know, will not be too harsh on them if the lost treeâs children may grow in its place
Wizard farmers who grow their crops in arcane sigils to increase yield, or produce healthier fruit
Factory wizards who control a dozen little constructs that keep machines cleaned and operational, who cast armor to protect the hands of workers, and who, when the factory strikes for better wages, freeze the machines in place to ensure their bosses canât bring anyone new in.
Anyway, think about it.
Construction wizards to turn back time to root out wood worm and strengthen old buildings.
A wizard tailors who transmutes cloth into fully made clothes without seems and leaving behind no scraps
A wizard who works in public transit, timing out teleports with detailed schedules, time magic, and enchanted communications, sending dozens of people to far away cities for a day or work or leisure
A team of wizard gardeners tend to trees grown far outside their native range, and ideal climate, encircled with runes and fed potions to grow none the less
A wizard sits in their office in the aqueduct, re-casting the spells that allow its precious water to flow to the city uphill
A wizard fisher casts water repelling spells on the sailors and the stairs, keeps the hoist on the anchor from rusting, casts balls of heat that keep everyone warm below decks. Their real job is to herd fish together so they can be caught in single huge nets, and keep them cold as the boat returns to land.
There are so many possibilities outside of âstodgy academic who wears ugly robesâ and âVery good holy man who helps everyone and the fact theyâve never had a job is never brought upâ and âevil wizard toiling away on great evils in his evil tower in the evil country.â
Wizards who come out and ward your home for you, like the magical equivalent of a home security system.
"please contact your provider"
they say the road to hell is paved with good intentions but your first glance at me is filled with assumptions when your diagnosis is three times the length of your name you start defining yourself by the scale of your pain package your symptoms in takeable pills your body exists in a battle of wills i use a guitar to help me describe the amplified pain that burns through my insides but guitars get to rest at the end of a song while i'll go on forever with a body all wrong
29 November 2024