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i wish drawing was a real thing that you could actually do
Twice, Ryland Grace is faced with the same pivotal decision: to save himself, or to save an entire planet.
The first time:
He is surrounded by white (bravery) and is wearing yellow (cowardice)
The world is telling him to be brave, but he can’t, not yet, because he is a coward.
He has lost his identity and autonomy
The decision is already made (he must die)
He is all alone (he doesn’t have the bravery gene)
The second time:
He is surrounded by yellow (cowardice) and is wearing white (bravery)
He is in the middle of his namesake: a field of rye. The field is the yellow of cowardice; that is who he was, but he can’t be that, not anymore, because he is brave.
You know who you are. You’ll do great.
The decision is already made (Rocky must live)
Rocky’s ball is beside him (he has found someone to be brave for)
Which creature crawls in its infancy, walks on two legs for the majority of its life barring disability, and often requires a cane to assist with mobility in its old age?
Can YOU solve the Riddle of the Sphinx????
‘The answer is: “A Man”,’ said the Sphinx. ‘Now, don’t put up a fight, please, it releases unpleasant chemicals into the bloodstream.’
Teppic backed away from a slashing paw. 'Hold on, hold on,’ he said. 'What do you mean, a man?’
'It’s easy,’ said the Sphinx. 'A baby crawls in the morning, stands on both legs at noon, and at evening an old man walks with a stick. Good, isn’t it?’
Teppic bit his lip. 'We’re talking about one day here?’ he said doubtfully.
There was a long, embarrassing silence.
'It’s a wossname, a figure of speech,’ said the Sphinx irritably, making another lunge.
'No, no, look, wait a minute,’ said Teppic. 'I’d like us to be very clear about this, right? I mean, it’s only fair, right?’
'Nothing wrong with the riddle,’ said the Sphinx. 'Damn good riddle. Had that riddle for fifty years, sphinx and cub.’ It thought about this. 'Chick,’ it corrected.
'It’s a good riddle,’ Teppic said soothingly. 'Very deep. Very moving. The whole human condition in a nutshell. But you’ve got to admit, this doesn’t all happen to one individual in one day, does it?’
'Well. No,’ the Sphinx admitted. 'But that is self-evident from the context. An element of dramatic analogy is present in all riddles,’ it added, with the air of one who had heard the phrase a long time ago and rather liked it, although not to the extent of failing to eat the originator.
'Yes, but,’ said Teppic crouching down and brushing a clear space on the damp sand, 'is there internal consistency within the metaphor? Let’s say for example that the average life expectancy is seventy years, okay?’
'Okay,’ said the Sphinx, in the uncertain tones of someone who has let the salesman in and is now regretfully contemplating a future in which they are undoubtedly going to buy life insurance.
'Right. Good. So noon would be age 35, am I right? Now considering that most children can toddle at a year or so, the four legs reference is really unsuitable, wouldn’t you agree? I mean, most of the morning is spent on two legs. According to your analogy’ he paused and did a few calculations with a convenient thighbone- 'only about twenty minutes immediately after 00.00 hours, half an hour tops, is spent on four legs. Am I right? Be fair.’
'Well-’ said the Sphinx.
'By the same token you wouldn’t be using a stick by six p.m. because you’d be only, er, 52,’ said Teppic, scribbling furiously. 'In fact you wouldn’t really be looking at any kind of walking aid until at least half past nine, I think. That’s on the assumption that the entire lifespan takes place over one day which is, I believe I have already pointed out, ridiculous. I’m sorry, it’s basically okay, but it doesn’t work.’
'Well,’ said the Sphinx, but irritably this time, 'I don’t see what I can do about it. I haven’t got any more. It’s the only one I’ve ever needed.’
'You just need to alter it a bit, that’s all.’
'How do you mean?’
'Just make it a bit more realistic.’
'Hmm.’ The Sphinx scratched its mane with a claw.
'Okay,’ it said doubtfully. 'I suppose I could ask: What is it that walks on four legs—’
'Metaphorically speaking,’ said Teppic.
'Four legs, metaphorically speaking,’ the Sphinx agreed, 'for about—’
'Twenty minutes, I think we agreed.’
'Okay, fine, twenty minutes in the morning, on two legs—‘
'But I think calling it in “the morning” is stretching it a bit,’ said Teppic. 'It’s just after midnight. I mean, technically it’s the morning, but in a very real sense it’s still last night, what do you think?’
A look of glazed panic crossed the Sphinx’s face.
'What do you think?’ it managed.
'Let’s just see where we’ve got to, shall we? What, metaphorically speaking, walks on four legs just after midnight, on two legs for most of the day—’
'Barring accidents,’ said the Sphinx, pathetically eager to show that it was making a contribution.
'Fine, on two legs barring accidents, until at least suppertime, when it walks with three legs—’
'I’ve known people use two walking sticks,’ said the Sphinx helpfully.
'Okay. How about: when it continues to walk on two legs or with any prosthetic aids of its choice?’
The Sphinx gave this some consideration.
'Ye-ess,’ it said gravely. 'That seems to fit all eventualities.’
—Pyramids, Terry Pratchett
Scooby-Doo is a dog who can talk, which is amazing, and he largely uses his powers of speech to communicate how scared he is of ghosts and monsters, and basically the only thing his owners do is drive him around the country putting him inside various haunted houses and such. I wish I could take Scooby-Doo aside, I want to say to him, these people are not your friends.
im bad to argue with because i have jesters blood if you misintepret me i'll just go along with it. when i was a teenager i was trying to explain the concept of the heterosexual default to someone and they were like "so you think everyone should become bisexual?" and i was like. what the hell sure. lets have legally enforced bisexuality. i'll die on a hill for the bit dont fuck with me.
If gender fuckery gets normalized without capitalism being overthrown then someday we're gonna get sold drinks with placebo tier levels of estrogen added to them (in the style of cbd drinks) or regular products suddenly bragging about their hormal effects (imagine the 4chan soyboy trap diet infographic crossing paths with the way that rn every food package suddenly has protein claims on it).
I'm not mourning my teenage years because i falsely believe all girls have a magical adolescence I'm fucking mourning it because i didn't get to be a real person. I'm really fucking glad you can talk about how being a teenager wasn't perfect, i didn't exist.
Choosing a character in a sexyman-style poll when you are familiar with both options: obviously you are the intended audience of the op, the intention of the poll was to judge based on the audience’s familiarity with both characters
Choosing a character in a sexyman-style poll because they’re the only one you know: obviously biased
Choosing a character in a sexyman-style poll because they’re the only one you don’t know: arguably also biased but in a different and funnier way
Choosing a character in a sexyman-style poll when you don’t know any of them: The Truely Just and Honorable Way to Select, Entirely On Vibes
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
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People are unfazed if you hate women but if you dislike dogs they assume you're a bad person
Tumblr users will read a post complaining about normalized misogyny and hyperfocus on your claim that it's ok to dislike dogs
I need to make something really elaborate and cool (doesn't move
Slime girl made of estrogel running a kissing booth for trans lesbians
a graph based on my observations
I would like to apply a Dolly Parton quote to this most excellent graph.
You used to log onto the internet and find out it was peanut butter jelly time. Not any more.
compilation of my all-time favorite tweets
at this point a lot of you would cheer if terfs started pushing to relabel bathrooms as "afab" and "amab"
the arguments for "afab only" spaces are identical in both form and function to terf bathroom arguments, the language used is just "progressive"
I'm not being hyperbolic either. terfs want to define everyone by their agabs and categorize and segregate based on them. terfs say "females" and you say "afabs" but you want the same things, you just name them differently. your only disagreements with terfs are semantic