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@maplewoodmoth
what is it called when you feel gay panic but there's nothing gay involved and you just feel scared and bad
Chat it’s crying about Laika the Space Dog hours sorry yall
funniest thing I’ve ever seen is a scan group that got an ask like ‘are you dropping [series]?’ and their response was ‘we’re so sorry it’s been taking so long, the manga references a lot buddhist text that haven’t been translated so our translator has been studying that to maintain accuracy’ LIKE
she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”
Some people have asked me if I can publish my mapmaking tools. So I developed a software. 🙂
Here is the result:
Canvas of Kings is a minimalistic mapmaking tool that focuses on randomness and auto-generated elements on user-definable and interactive pa
art for one of my most fave fics :)
"I sigh for you at every hour, at every moment, like a hungry little bird."
“Since I’ve had to be without your sweetest presence, I have not wished to hear or see any other human being, but as the turtle-dove, having lost its mate, perches forever on its little dried up branch, so I lament endlessly till I shall enjoy your trust again. I look about and do not find my lover — she does not comfort me even with a single word.
Indeed when I reflect on the loveliness of your most joyful speech and aspect, I am utterly depressed, for I find nothing now that I could compare with your love, sweet beyond honey and honeycomb, compared with which the brightness of gold and silver is tarnished. What more?”
i’m literally going to lose my mind?????
if you knit or crochet you need to know math. "oh, because you have to count the stitches?" you'd think so wouldn't you. well it's actually because sometimes the yarn gets so messed up you can't untangle it without becoming an expert in the field of topology
Came back wrong this, came back monstrous that
What if they came back loving? What if they came back in love. What if the necromancy worked and you cheated death and it's everything you've ever wanted, but now they love you in a way they never did before and you cannot know if that is because they finally know the lengths you are willing to go for them, or because something in this deathless magic bound their soul to yours to guide them home and it left them no. choice.
Many parasites takeover the minds and bodies of insects, spiders or other creatures, making them like zombies. You’ve listed some in spider-ween and other places. Do you know any parasites that take over bees? I know wasps lay their eggs in their larva, but haven’t really found anything about those that pilot a bee’s body.
Strepsiptera!
These are the weirdest most alien insect group in existence. What you're seeing are the head ends of the mature females; their bodies are just bags of tissue that absorb nutrients from the host, so they no longer have any trace of limbs or wings and their flat little heads no longer have mouths or eyes.
The only reason the female's heads stick out of the host at all is because the head evolved into the end they mate with. The short-lived mature male is a very tiny flying thing (whose anatomy is unlike any other insect alive today - a totally unique type of wing, unique eye arrangement, we have NO idea what these evolved from!) who mates by breaking through the female's featureless armored face with his bladed genitalia and then he dies. And Strepsiptera can be found infecting all sorts of arthropods, even apparently some arachnids, but none of those arthropods really tend to sit still when a little tiny flying man tries to land on them, so the females usually do something to their hosts (we aren't sure what exactly) to make them slower and more complacent. Social Hymenoptera like bees are especially common hosts though, and when a worker bee or wasp is infected by a Strepsipteran, she actually abandons her colony and her duties for extended periods of time to just perch in one place while the parasite broadcasts its mating pheromones. This is especially eerie from the bee's perspective; a worker bee is a female bee that wasn't allowed to become a queen, so all the anatomy and behavior associated with mating and laying eggs is gone, but now she's sitting around waiting for a male just like any other bug that wants to be a mom. It's just not a male of her species and she's not the one who gets to reproduce. Is the parasite tapping into buried queen behavior? Does the bee's little brain think it's calling for a drone to help it start a new hive? Or does the parasite just make the bee a lazy slob who stops caring about her hive and just feels like chilling out on a flower all day? We might never know.
Here are those unique eyes of the male for anyone wondering. Not "multifaceted" as in other insects, but clustered, still clearly separated eyes like we see in much more ancient arthropods like trilobites and in a few more basal insect larvae! This suggests that Strepsipteran eyes date back to when insects were first beginning to evolve towards true compound eyes, but there still aren't many insects in the fossil record that have anything else in common with these animals.
The fact that both of zukos abusers used lightning against zuko and instead of learning to use lightning himself like he could have he learned how to redirect the lightning and let it pass through him and then straight clean out of him… Do you ever think about how that is literally physically representing how instead of absorbing his father and sisters abuse he lets it pass through him and instead of soaking it in and letting it destroy him he redirects it away from himself… I just want some peace in my life
when iroh said that you have to let the energy flow through you. that you can’t let it hit your heart
New LiUber! 😊
Asking for directions
Another scifi short, inspired by (and originally posted on) this art by @the-elf-draws. Dear artist friend, thank you again for making that piece. It inspired all these words and more.
The Earth rises in pieces over the curve of the moon.
So the astronaut unfurls their map – because there’s always a map, and always a plan, preflight checklists and safety protocols, each variable lovingly, fearfully calculated. The paper makes no sound. There’s only white-noise in their suit, like a sigh escaping. Dust that will never move again settles at their boots.
It’s cold. So very cold, and lonely.
The astronaut traces a gloved finger along a trajectory they do not recognize. Up, past inky orbits and soft, graphite nebulae, spirals and columns and the infinite black. They look away. Past the cyan mosaic of home, and into the void.
There stands the angel.
- sing, o goddess, the rage of helen | by prithvi. p
would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no
reblog to put a discarded fruit sticker on the forehead of the person you reblogged from in whimsical jest