#random weaver crap

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The dumb little creature sits on the throne of gods

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Okay Tumblr wants to ducking throw every single ducking thirst bait post it possibly can so I'm just gonna ducking stop scrolling through it then god damn it.

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So like I started taking a computational graphics course and the prof started with a brief look into light physics and properties and BY JOVE I WAS ACTIVATED LIKE A SLEEPER AGENT

I was shaking like a kid on 3 espresso shots as I hung onto dear life trying not to start screaming out details in full about photophysics

Prof: What is light?

The answer: An electromagnetic wave

What I wanted to say: A boson emitted from an atom when an excited electron goes down to a lower more stable energy state

Prof: Light intensity relates to its energy

Me, shaking and holding up my hand violently to speak (In my head): NO IT IS NOT LIGHT INTENSITY IS RESONANCE FROM WAVES INTENSIFYING IT, THE LIGHT'S ENERGY IS THE SAME, IT JUST HAS HIGHER INPUT/OUTPUT POWER, PLEASE LET ME TELL YOU PLEASE A student: Why when we lower screen brightness we still see white?

Me, again waiting for a chance to speak without interrupting: IT'S RELATIVE, OUR COLOUR PERCEPTION IS RELATIVE

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I wish I was more woman than usual

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So like I wanna do stuff But I feel uncomfortable Bc I need to use the bathroom And that makes me agitated to do stuff Like going to the bathroom So I wanna do stuff But I feel uncom-

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It's this sad dork's birthday lmao

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A Short Conversation on a Hill

They stood atop the peak of a small rocky hill, moments before the sun's golden glow was fully shut off the land until the next dusk. The air had already become cold enough that their breath could be seen, were it not for the steady wind that kept pushing it past their face.

"Freezing." A voice came from below them, sitting on a lower peak nearby. Their face was obscured by fragments of opaque shards of ice protruding from their skin, like shattered horns of an animal. Impossibly, the ice had a dim glow of turquoise emanating from it, pulsating in an erratic manner.

"If you're cold, we can go back. I'll make a fire." They responded to the frozen fellow. They shook their head.

"Not the air, but the ocean." The cold person said, their voice hollow and lacking any semblance of life in it. "The glacier surrounding you has been accumulating faster than before. It's becoming ravenous."

"Oh, is that all? Not too much to worry about, then." They scoffed halfheartedly at the warning. "That just means a reaping is soon to happen.*

"Do you relish in this path we've chosen?" The icy person inquired, barely parting their lips to let the air leave their longs to speak those words, each filled with a frailty similar to a thin sheet of ice on a lake. "We warm our freezing bodies against the ashes of our enemies. Feeding the beast with what little warmth we find in us, forcing us to find more."

"I don't, and I don't need to to continue it." They answered in a matter-of-factually tone. The frozen person fell silent after hearing that.

"Sheol's suffering is not made only of the cold." They followed. "The stagnancy; that lets the cold grow, stilling every single particle in your body, until the pain burns brighter than any star- that's what makes it a domain of hell." They said as they lifted their hand, touching the last glimmer of the sun as it vanished behind the horizon. Their fingertips were coated in a frost not unlike their icy acquaintance. Rubbing their index and thumb, the frost crumbled off for a while, but their hand was so cold that the heat stung as much as the cold.

"Then, those who try to run away from the cold, are greeted by heat- so much heat, that itself is worse than any other burning. A paradox; your body craves so much warmth that it hurts itself in that conquest all the same. Stagnancy, you suffer. Change, you suffer. No difference. It's the same."

"But-" The icy person chimed in with a dry croak, unprepared to start talking so abruptly. They took in a slow breath of air, uninterrupted until they continued. "-but, if you suffer while changing, the suffering will change, right? Eventually, the burning will subside. We can escape the cold, and our bodies will once again become accustomed to the heat it longs for."

"Yes, that it will do. And that is why, enjoy it or not, loathe it or not, we must continue our path. Even if at the end of Sheol, we're greeted by a new hell, we will continue. Until we're at the edge of the world. Until we look fate in the eyes. Until we take back what's ours."

A sigh escaped the cold one's mouth, but unlike the past lifeless gusts of air passing through, this one held a fraction of warmth inside. A fraction of a fraction of a fraction of a feeling. Hope.

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Good grief the problem with drawing pretty girls is that you start lamenting bc you can't ducking kiss them or smth

Tfw you love girls but they're stuck in your head and not within your grasp

*Sobs*