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I hate you Ozempic craze I hate you 'heroin chic' I hate you weight loss ads on public radio I hate Burn Fat Fast ads every thirty seconds I hate you I hate you I hate you
this thread on twitter is fucking killing me
IT GETS BETTER
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lmao prev
I mean vitally much of this is going from "trying to act normal" to "just telling the truth" - for someone who's based themselves on trying to be "normal/cool/alpha" for an extended period of time that can be the closest to trying to be yourself.
I’ve been obsessed with this tiktok for days now
Person: "Hello sir." he pets the frog with one finger.
Person: "Have a good day. Actually wait a minute. You missed a bug, but I got you home boy. Hold on." he picks a bug up and throws it next to the frog.
Frog: turns around and eats the bug.
Person: "OHHHHH-" sings high pitched and angelic like he witnessed a miracle.
MY OVARIES!!!!!!
Our*
THEYRE COMMUNIZING MY FUCKING OVARIES!!!!!!!!
Our*
GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY FUCKING OVARIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our*
I DO NOT CONSENT TO YOU COMMUNIZING MY FUCKING OVARIES!!!!!!
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yeah no i dont care if i have 121 followers youre not doing that to me
You get a Common Clownfish
Amphiprion ocellaris
you know what. i may be getting jumped by tumblrians but at least i have my clownfish. its me and you against the world buddy
Our clownfish
I CANT HAVE ANYTHING IN THIS FUCKIBG WORLD
that is the face of a man worried he will be next
Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.
crane husband.....
this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes.
As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species.
It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did.
Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes.
The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004.
Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris--and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure.
Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance.
Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.)
It worked!
Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility--sometimes the biological dad and his mate--both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad.
However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.)
Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")
chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"
just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.
well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.
Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was
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I regret being the bearer of bad news, but I thought it should be shared that Walnut passed away in January of this year (2024). There's a lot of mixed info about the lifespan of cranes (due to people misunderstanding what a median is...) but the average for most species I know of is 20-30 years (in the wild if nothing eats them/they don't die young), and 30-45 in captivity, with the oldest known white-naped crane having loved to be 46. Given that she was 42, this old gal did good, and I'm certain she will be missed by folks here.
Fly on forever Walnut Crane-Crowe
a thing about me is i basically never notice a wig or other kind of hairpiece in tv/movies. it has to be party city territory for me to even twig it. people will complain about characters' wigs looking bad and i will nod along but there is like a 90% chance i did not notice for a second while watching. i consider this mostly a blessing.
The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
absolutely obsessed with these tags
Due to a system error, sy arrives in pidw 99999 years before lbh's birth.
His glitching system crashes and shuts down before he can even figure out wtf is happening, leaving sy stranded in actual primitive society, now cursed with immortality.
After all, he can't be allowed to die until his first mission begins. So what's the mission? Right... He has no idea because his system died before he could finish reading the message.
All he knows is that it has something to do with lbh.
So he goes about trying to figure things out. He has no special powers, but is quite literally indestructible--which he finds out the painful way. Multiple painful ways. Very very many painful and strange ways, over the tens of thousands of years during which he sits around waiting for the protagonist.
He may or may not have accidentally started a cult at some point. Got dragged into some political kerfuffles. Built some cities here and there, because he went through an engineering/architecture phase, out of sheer boredom. He might have invented paper or something, because he once watched some videos about historical paper making--or was it about block printing? He doesn't even remember any more.
Anyway, he waits and waits, and lbh just would not fucking show up. He's lost all sense of time. He can no longer tell if something happened a hundred years ago or ten thousand. He's worried even his memories of pidw would start to fade, so he writes down everything he can remember, and makes multiple copies, hiding them all in secured locations.
And over time, he's... built a bit of a reputation. Legends from multiple cultures all tell of an old, fallen god, forced to roam the mortal realm forever.
Oh yeah, despite his millennia of cultivation, he cannot ascend. It's like something is blocking him from it, probably his stupid mission that just. would. not. start.
No big loss, he supposes. He still has no idea what even happens once you ascend. Everyone who does is never seen or heard from again. What if it's just a big scam?
But his immortal existence can also be pretty depressing. Friends come and go. Kids he's adopted grow up and die within the blink of an eye. He stops adopting, not even pets. The early heavenly demons are somewhat more durable, but even they aren't truly immortal. Sometimes sy would accidentally fall asleep for centuries, then wake up bleary-eyed, unsure where or when he is, before he eventually ventures out again to go on some new adventures.
And some of those adventures are... um. Look, he gets really, really bored sometimes, okay? And somebody like him obviously shouldn't get romantically involved with mortals (and when did he start thinking of other people simply as "mortals"?) So, the responsible thing to do is to just have strictly casual relations. And since sy ain't no player, he limits his options to other men. Like, he's not gay or anything, but it's just the sensible thing to do. It's just a bunch of men helping each other out, getting some physical release together. And he's weirdly popular with men for some reason? Maybe they all got the same idea as him. Cool, cool.
And thus, the legend of an unfathomable immortal who cruelly toys with the hearts of men is born... Beautiful beyond comparison, ancient beyond time, but oh so terrible. Beware, O mortals, of the temptation that would be your ruin!
And sy, of course, assumes its just some funny story about a powerful succubus, or something.
And so he waits. And waits. And waits. And waits. And waits.
And during one of the century-long naps he takes, somewhere on the Luo River, a newborn is sent floating downstream in a basket...
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Luo Binghe has not expected to see his own name written on an ancient scroll, locked inside an even more ancient fortress in the demon realm.
The fortress is in ruins, so old and battered it's barely recognizable as one. The scrolls are only preserved by some powerful magic, likely of heavenly demon origin.
Except, none of the characters on the scrolls look ancient. They're almost the exact same writing lbh himself uses.
All this weirdness pales in comparison to what the writing describes.
It's a exact, detailed record of lbh's own life.
Thing's no other soul should know. Things from his early childhood. From his disciple years. From those nightmarish years in the abyss.
Moments of his greatest shame. Moments of his greatest triumphs.
Then, there are the things that have not yet come to pass. Some are even accompanied by crude illustrations. There are sketches of *him*, not quite accurate but still recognizable.
And the scrolls claims he will go on to rule the three realms, even though lbh's world domination ambitions are still in their infancy at this stage.
What is this, some ancient prophecy? So many things feel so awfully *off* about these scrolls, but as lbh continues his bloody wars of conquest across the realms, he can only admit that they have their uses.
They tell him who would help, and who would ultimately betray him. The traps laid out for him. The damsels waiting for his rescue. Lbh feels like he is cheating fate. He feels like he's toying with something dangerous beyond comprehension, but he is not one to fear such things.
But where do these scrolls come from? Why were they created? Just *who* created them? As his power grows, lbh puts everything he can spare into discovering the secrets behind the scrolls that have inadvertently defined his life.
But he also has another more immediate problem to deal with. There are whispers that there is an ancient, elusive god in slumber, who is the only being that may be able to put a stop to lbh's supposed tyranny. Lbh wants to dismiss such myths as mere make-believe, but his scholars are less certain.
Well, if some ancient being does exist, then lbh will certainly root them out, and then either slaughter or subjugate them, like he's done with all the other false gods that dare to make noise in his domain, which at this point encompass the entirety of the known world.
Though, it's said that this one is also some sort of deadly seductress. Lbh snorts. Yeah, he's met plenty of those, too. Maybe this would prove to be the *fun* sort of subjugation after all...
tbc...
BAD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
GOOD NEWS: it will not be the same forever
(getting a taste of my own medicine) actually this is okay. Is this what you guys have bene whining about? Jesus christ
One more for the collection. Book is Stars at Last by Jessica Jocelyn
Reminder that fanfic authors write the stories you like
FOR FREE
the upside of ADHD is that it makes you a fucking genius
the downside is that you don't get to decide when and for how long you're a genius.
Or what you are going to be a genius about.
You have a big work project?
Nah. You're now a genius at making boardgames. For 7 hours.
IVE BEEN HANGING OUT WITH MY FRIEND FOR LIKE A YEAR NOW AND IT TURNS OUT WE KNEW EACH OTHER AND WERE FRIENDS WITH EACH OTHER PRETRANSITION
we we’re talking about how we had a mutual friend and how that was so wild and then they mentioned another friend i knew and i was like “yeah i played soccer with them both in the park” and my friend was like “wait does your deadname start with a C” and it turns out she was also there and we just had no idea who each other was this entire time till now
This is fucking wild
This is half a plot for a modern Shakespearean comedy of errors.
Romcom where two people meet cute and bond over how awful their exes were and plan elaborate revenge schemes but it turns out they both transitioned and are helping to plan revenge plots against themselves
"SY transmigrates into a wife or random demon enemy and 'this isn't you' changes LBG!"
Yes, yes, fun AUs but also, Shen Yuan, at his core, is a LBG apologist. Change him? You're going to come up to THE Peerless Cucumber and say his bias needs to change? That he's too edgy? To disband the harem? Get rid of Xin Mo? Stop conquering the 3 realms?
SY is going to find a way to dox you. Or write a 20 page comment essay on why you're wrong. And then go on to marry and have wild sex with LBG because well he's clearly a wife in a wife plot now and what the Protagonist wants, the Protagonist gets and it isn't gay it's sticking to the Canon Plot^TM and who are you to question him again? The only person who could question him would be the author himself, and that hack of a 3rd rate writer is too busy writing bad porn to stick to his own lore so someone has to do it for him-
Unfriendly reminder that if you're displeased with a piece of fanfiction your courses of action are:
Read something else
Bitch PRIVATELY to friends
Write your own take on the premise (strongly recommend!)
All of the above
Under no circumstances should you try to "politely" critique the author who put the story up as a hobby. For free. Especially if the story in question is multiple years old. Ao3 is not Goodreads
JUST SOME... SOMFT JAYVIK KISSES.... ⁄(⁄ ⁄ˊૢ⁄ ⌑ ⁄ˋૢ⁄ ⁄)⁄