And Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce

alana - 25 - she/they - goth crochet artist - extremely edgy - a little girliepop - swiftie & carpenter - generally ill - doing witchcraft or crying probably

[letterful]

[ganymedian]

I am sooooo not locked in. I am tucked in. Going to sleep

[meanbuddhist]

just identified a behavioral pattern within myself

[the-compost-corner]

Tumblr put this right below it...

[harpsi-corpse]

The cards see all.

[amiyoovi]

Some little arts of Sleep Token 🦩

[mens-rights-activia]

I won an evil laugh competition last night

[mens-rights-activia]

[enchantedbook]

"Offering" by Ulla Thynell

[nyancrimew]

blue raspberry is fucked up cause it doesn't make sense but then u taste it and it Does taste like if a raspberry was blue

[stephsxcorner]

I have this very strong opinion that when you're young you feel things on such a intense and detailed level...

[coldasyou]

they still tell the legend of how you disappeared

[homunculus-argument]

I love browsing cover-up tattoo stuff when every once in a while there's someone asking "how do I cover up this unspeakably idiotic thing" and people are like "please do not cover that up, that's fucking amazing." You just have "shrimps is bugs" written on your leg now. That's your legacy.

[homunculus-argument]

Murder mystery detectives aren't supposed to be sexy. They're not supposed to be alluring, or to be a POV character whose eyes you see things through. A detective is supposed to be like a cool weird bug that's crawling around on and around you and you're like ooh aren't you shiny and fun to look at- no wait don't go in there DON'T GO UP IN MY SLEEVE NONONONO don't snoop in there!

[the-august-one]

Truly fascinating description. I have no idea what is going on the detective fic you read but never once has it entered my mind while watching Rust Cohle detect nihilistically around the Lousiana coast that he was anything other than a desert prophet born in the wrong place at the wrong time.

[yeehawlw]

posting on tumblr.com:

[homunculus-argument]

Random worldbuilding: there's a region in the country with a strong culture of offering homecooked dishes as gifts for all occasion. And over time, they have accumulated an entire category of dishware that aren't any particular individual's property - they are constantly in rotation, being gifted and re-gifted as the dish holding a pie, a casserole, loaf of bread, the list goes on. Once a gift dish is in your possession, you need to make something in it as a gift in return - not necessarily to the one you received it from, but to someone nonetheless.

They're called lovers' dishes, but not for any romantic reasons. The name was adopted after people started deeming the previous name, courtesan bowls, inappropriate. The term courtesan bowl was also a slightly more cleaned-up term replacing a previous one, as the dishware were originally known as slut cups. As they, you understand, they get around.

[haloveir]

I firmly believe this should be a thing.

Make food for people. Give it to them and ask them to pass on the container with food to someone else.

Bonus points if it's chili.

[homunculus-argument]

I'd be tempted to make this a thing myself. Compose a little poem that instructs the reader to do exactly that - get the dish as a gift, give the dish as a gift, keep it in rotation, don't leave it on your shelf <3 - and get some oven dishes from goodwill or something, have them professionally engraved (do they do that? is that a thing you can do?) and then put them into rotation. The dishes I cook are dogshit at best but I want them into rotation.

[crayfishcraig]

I am stealing this so hard, it seems so violently Midwest but would fit in any medieval setting

[ashleyrguillory]

And I didn’t talk to him ever again

[closet-keys]

[ruinedchildhood]

[homunculus-argument]

Any time someone starts some bullshit about how humans are hyperindividualistic and inherently selfish and exclusively motivated by self-intetest, I'll just tell them to go ahead and go do it then. Go live alone. Fuck off into the woods to make sure that no society ever benefits from your presence. See if you can teach yourself how to make a spear out of a rock or a shelter for one from nothing but your own wits and the nature around you. Go see how natural that feels, how happy it makes you to know that you don't need nobody and that nobody's life is improved by your presence.

[homunculus-argument]

So how come you don't have that skillset? Solitary animals that don't meet other members of their species outside of mating seasons tend to just fuck off from the nest and be completely fine on their own. Rattlesnakes don't need instructions for how to rattlesnake. Needing to be taught human survival skills implies you would need other people.