when you can sense a Mood incoming and feel like a farmer standing in a field looking out at the horizon as the storm approaches like “looks like it’s gonna be a bad one, boys”
trying on a metaphor

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Stranger Things

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Misplaced Lens Cap

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when you can sense a Mood incoming and feel like a farmer standing in a field looking out at the horizon as the storm approaches like “looks like it’s gonna be a bad one, boys”
gays and neurodivergent ppl are obsessed with cryptids, the fae, liminal spaces, etc because we often exist on the fringe of society and lack well-defined social identities, feeling such acute isolation from the “normal” world that we align ourselves more with things that are literally not of this world. in this essay i will
“Deux Chatons et un Escargot” | Alfred Arthur Brunel de Neuville
@townsenta
i always thought of a king sized bed as being a bit bigger than a queen, but now that i have one, i can tell you that a king sized bed is an absurdity. i can sprawl out, and my husband can sprawl out, and the cat can sprawl out, and none of us are touching. i reach out in the night, and find only pillows and plush walruses. i reach further and eventually find his elbow. he rolls over the comforters to try and find me. “i have crossed oceans of bed to be with you,” he says. there is a vast expanse of bed untouched, unmapped, unexplored. the cat is still trying to sleep on my face.
This is the opposite of a creepypasta
cozypasta
do the spiderverse kids all have. slightly different meme cultures
miles: look I can fit my whole fist in my mouth
gwen: freaky flexing. but alright
miles:
miles, through his fist: I’m sorry what did you just say
ok but remember Peter B’s world is most like ours
so both Miles and Gwen would have slightly off memes and distress him when he has a hard enough time remembering his own world’s memes
I WAS HOPING SOMEBODY WOULD POINT THIS OUT.
Miles: It’s “strange flex but cool beans.” Peter: Am I tripping on something? Is this a stroke, is this what a stroke feels like?
Miles: *makes a mistake* This is distressing. Siri play Take on Me.
Gwen: you absolute heathen. It’s ‘This is tragic, google play All Star.’
Peter: whAT the fUCK
THAT’S IT THIS ONE IS THE BEST ONE
noir: strange flaunt, but alas
Carol, turning up at the avengers compound in endgame: uh, hi. I’m fury’s emergency contact.
Steve: great, so you’re here to help us save the world?
Carol: no, I’m here to remove myself as fury’s emergency contact.
Steve: …
Nat: …
Bruce: …
Carol, cracking up: nah, I’m just fuckin with you. now whose ass am I kicking today?
This is so in character…
I went to the farmer’s market yesterday and at the honey guy’s booth and there were all these bees just hangin out. Checking out the beeswax tabs, floating around the honey jars, not being aggressive, just really gentle and investigating or something
and as he was giving me a sample of the wildflower honey one of them landed on his hand and he just took a drop from the jar and dabbed it on his hand for the bee, and when I asked if they were his bees he said “No, but they show up every time I come out, I think they just know my truck” and this guy is well-known among the local bees and lets them sit on his hand and eat his honey and I just really like the bee guy
What more of an endorsement could you hope for
you met a fucking forest nymph
Can we talk about the concept of humans adopting other sentient aliens as equal members of their families?
Like, in the posts I’ve seen so far, there’s mostly talks of humans adopting dangerous alien critters as pets but what about humans adopting sentient aliens?
“Human-George, just leave that be, they’re just a runt.” - “… No.” - “Human-George, you can’t - put them down! What are you doing?” - “Krlunk, I’m not leaving a child behind on this forsaken moon to die.” - “But they’re just a runt, not worth raising. The broodbirther and the feeders must have left it behind when they migrated 5 sols ago.” - “Are they going to come back?” - “No, Human-George, Twargs migrate for long periods of time, and we can’t spare the time to go after them.” - “Then I’ll take them with me.” “- “What?” - “I’ll take this little champion here with me and I will raise them as my own.” - “You- you can’t just do that! You can’t just spill your pack-bonding instincts- Human George!!! Get back here!” - “Don’t listen to Krlunk, kid, I won’t leave you here alone. Doesn’t matter how many appendages you have. You hungry? Thought so, let’s go get you some grub.” - (in the distance) “Human-George! The extra rations are coming out of your pay!!!” - “See if I care, Krlunk. Go eat paperwork or so.”
Imagine human patchwork families with little aliens raised and loved alonside their own, imagine some human trying to explain to crewmates how they have a Twarg sibling and a Sh’ilean sister even though their parents look very much human, imagine humans parents trying their very best to provide their alien child with the best possible care.
Also imagine it the other way around. Humans getting adopted by aliens and bonding with them just as much as they would with their own kind, either through deeds or just love. Humans building their own families in a wild mix of colours and number of appendages or eyes.
“So this is my human side of the family, see, these are my human parents.” - “Is that your larval form in their arms, Hooman-Cassandra?” - “Sort of, yeah, and this is my Gran’hroo mother and all of her children.” - “How can you have a Gran’hoo relative? I thought your kind could only come from a bonded pair of hoomans?” - “Oh, I used to live on the same mining colony as her when I was a child and I’d play with her children, spent most of my days in their house and one day I called her ‘Acraï’ - ‘mother’ in Gran’hoo language - by accident. It kind of stuck. She took me in when my parents temporarily left for another space station and I wanted to finish my education where I’d started it. When I left for my first space journey, she gave a clan insignia and called me her daughter so yeah… this is my Mom, my Dad, and my Acraï and they’re all my parents.”
karen flirts with the cash register and mr.krabs begs her not to fuck his wife
🍂💐🌷🌸🍁 mr krabs begs karen not to fuck his wife moodboard 🔆🌻🌼🌟💫
Me in history class: Wow, humanity has been through some fascinating times! I wonder if I’ll ever live through major historical events!
Me now: NO NO NO NO NO I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE
it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space travel. it was supposed to be space tr