hello allo person in a fandom. letâs play a game. in front of you are two characters. your challenge is to okay and youâve already started shipping them. well the crusher machine is going to activate now goodbye.
Hello. Since I've seen people submit finished wheels, I thought I'd submit a wheel I came up with. In this case, it's a wheel to tell you something that you can't do for a week.
explained to an 8 year old that once a fruit is ripe you only have so much time until it rots so you have to eat it soon and she said so i'll never be able to keep it perfect like this forever? no and there are about a million pieces of art for you unrelatedly
I briefly forgot there were normal humans named Elijah and wondered why this person thought they were getting messages from Actual Prophet and Messiah-Herald Elijah the Tishbite.
you are alive on a planet with insects and whales and diatoms and mycelium networks and puppies and your human friends. literally so awesome to be a living thing
[ID: An image with four frames from the film The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. The first frame is edited to depict a gloved hand holding an Allen wrench in a bag. The second frame depicts Elrond saying: "Cast it into the fire. Destroy it!" The third frame depicts Isildur saying: "No." The fourth frame depicts a gloved hand placing an Allen wrench into a container filled with Allen wrenches. End ID]
Gif sets are SO important to me. Yes, please take this scene and break it up into 4 or 6 three second loops that I can study over and over to appreciate the small details of it
There should be more ace characters in media and more aro characters and more aroace characters and more aroallo character and more alloace characters and they should be in all sorts of different genres with all sorts of different personalities and relationships and storylines #yay
(Mouse requested a bedtime story about ânothing.â)
Once upon a time there was nothing, and it lived in the corner of Mouseâs room. There was space between the bed and the cupboard that was big enough for nothing else.
There wasnât much room for nothing in Mouseâs house. Everything everywhere had something in it, and sometimes more. Everywhere that looked like it might have nothing really had something, like dust or a cornflake or a LEGO head or a shadow, and if it looked like there was nothing for even a moment, someone would come and put something there.
It was very hard to be nothing in Mouseâs house. Every corner had something in it, and if it didnât, there was a spider living there. Everything was always some colour or another, and usually some noise. Everyone was always putting a book down on you. Or spilling Ribena on you and pretending they hadnât. Or complaining that there was no room for anything, and shifting about all the other things, but never making room for nothing - only moving it uncomfortably about the house. âNothingâs ever where I put it in this house,â theyâd say, but complaining.
And even when they werenât doing all that, they were always talking about nothing. Someone would always be tripping over it, and then would yell that they had tripped on nothing - there was no privacy for nothing around here - or they were saying that nothing was wrong. Even when it was quiet someone would say, âdid you hear that?â And, âwhat was that?â And, âit mustâve been nothing.â They would poke it; and then say out loud that they had poked nothing, but never got into trouble for it!
As a result of this, nothing began to feel cross, and put-upon, and uncomfortable. It was also a bit lonely, and wondered if it wanted to be something. So it thought very hard, and was SOMETHING.
This was certainly more interesting, and everyone came and looked at it, and said Look At That Thing, and That Really is Something. They poked it, and said they had poked something, and that something was there. They said, âI can smell something,â but with more interest this time. Then they spilled Ribena on it, and something came out of the corner and ran about the house, and everyone wanted to know all about it, and why the Ribena was in Mouseâs room in the first place.
Something was interested in the attention, because it was true - it really was something. It was chased all around the house now. Everyone said, âitâs up to something.â But instead of sitting quietly, something wanted something to do.
So something followed Mouse, but at a distance, because Mouse was always tripping on something. And Mouse and Mama went out in the pushchair, and something followed them.
Mouse said, âI see something!â And Mama said, âwhat do you see?â
And Mouse said, âI see GEORGE.â
With that, George had to be George, and was a boy thing. He was puzzled by this, and sat in Mouseâs lap, and was pushed around in the pushchair. âWhat is a George?â George asked.
Mouse explained that a George was a bit like a monkey, with a tail, red, with a face, a lot of red fur, and small, and smelly. Smelly of sharks.
âIâm smelly of sharks?â George said, quite unexpectedly upset by this. âWhat do sharks smell like?â
(George had only just stopped being nothing, and didnât know.)
Mouse explained how sharks (which astute grownups will remember are small BLĂ HAJ stuffed toys that mice incidentally shoplifted from IKEA, across which we shall draw the veil of amnesty) smell of bedtime, and possibly Ribena.
âI donât like that,â said George, and tried being George anyway. George went to the shop, and ran about on the floor for a bit, and everyone said, âwhat is THAT?â And it was George.
George said, âI want to go home,â so they went home, and went to bed with the shark.
But then George knew the end was coming, and so he said to Mouse, âthis is too much. I want to go home.â
and George didnât fit in his corner any more - because it was big enough for nothing.
So George went POP and turned back into nothing.
Mouse said, âyes,â and nodded. And Mouse talked to George anyway.
And then Mama came and said, âwho are you talking to, Mouse?â
what is it with able bodied people saying âget well soonâ after you say that youâre chronically ill?? like? i am not gonna? and i once literally responded with âiâm not gonna, itâs chronic, as in permanent.â and they went like âoh well, hope you get better!â like bro đ
Speaking for me personally (and also as someone who has their own chronic health issues), most of it is, as someone mentioned in the replies, script failure. Humans have a lot of scripts and shorthands for social interactions, and the most common one for finding out someone is ill or injured is to wish them a swift recovery. There isn't really a script for how to respond when someone won't recover tho, and so many people end up falling back on the script they do know even if it's not really applicable.
In my own personal experience, when I end up saying - or feeling the impulse to say - 'get well soon' to someone with a chronic condition, what I'm really trying to convey is something more along the lines of 'I hope your good days outnumber the bad ones', and 'I hope you find treatment that is effective for and accessible to you', and especially 'hey the fact that you are in pain sucks and I wish you weren't but I know that's not likely to change soon but also I hope that it will anyway because I hate to see people suffering and the 5-year-old inside me is insisting it's not fair even though the adult me knows that's not how it works but anyway the point is I hope you're in as little pain as it's possible for you to be in'. All of which is quite a bit harder to fit on a greeting card than 'get well soon', and which don't have any conveinent shorthands that will let me express those sentiments in a concise, understandable manner.
thank you so much for explaining this! i saw the âscript failureâ reply but didnât really understand what that meant & also didnât have the time before to further ask.
but this actually makes sense and i think iâll try to just take it to mean things like that whenever someone wishes me well/a swift recovery now! again, thank you so much!!
But by 2023, just two years of letting "nature take the lead" one can find 4,000 bees, with the number of different bee species doubling.
"A Scottish field once home to mono-crop barley has become a pollinatorâs paradise after intervention from a local trust saw bumblebee numbers increase 100-fold.
Entitled Rewilding Denmarkfield, and run by the Bumblebee Conservation Trust, the project has also seen a sharp increase in the number of species passing through the rolling meadows after they were reclaimed by dozens of wildflower species.
The area north of Perth is about 90 acres in size, and surveys of bumblebees before the project began rarely recorded more than 50. But by 2023, just two years of letting ânature take the leadâ that number has topped 4,000, with the number of different bee species doubling.
âThis superb variety of plants attracts thousands of pollinators. Many of these plants, such as spear thistle and smooth hawkâs beard, are sometimes branded as âweedsâ. But they are all native species that are benefiting native wildlife in different ways,â Ecologist Ellie Corsie, who has been managing the project since it began in 2021, said.
âDue to intensive arable farming, with decades of plowing, herbicide, and pesticide use, biodiversity was incredibly low when we started. Wildlife had largely been sanitized from the fields. Rewilding the site has had a remarkable benefit.â
Similar increases have been recorded in the populations of butterflies, with a tripling in the number of these insects seen on average during a ramble through the field.
The numbers of both insects are now so high that Rewilding Denmarkfield offers bee and butterfly safaris to visitors.
Local residents told the Scotsman that on spring and summer days, the field is awash with color, and hums with the sounds of bees and birds. Even as multiple housing developments expand around the Denmarkfield area, the field is a haven for wildlife."
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