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Inuyasha AU anyone?
yeah i like to give my blessing to the most pathetic looking weak little knight at the tournament. she can’t even look me in the eye when i give her my flower and she stutters out that she’ll do her best or something of the like. i think its funny when she has to cry and beg my forgiveness and i get to say “such a shame, i suppose my hand in marriage will have to go to someone else…” and then i get to hear her whimper like a dog. ive done this like 6 times alrea-
did she just win.
I shall prepare a stew for the wedding! Extra salt!
wait wait wait stew goblin wait
get ready for the wedding
one year into the marriage
I do wholeheartedly believe Wes Anderson is a sick sick freak. I like his movies but I definitely think this guy has like a hidden room in his spacious french apartment that he slips into quietly each night and it is just filled with tiny little doll replicas of all the actors he's ever used in any of his movies and he puppets them around and mimicks their voices and shit. and sometimes he'll text Owen Wilson pictures of his little doll with a comb or something from an untraceable number and pair it with like "see how I take care of you Owen?" and then the following day Owen Wilson will find him at the service table and go, "Geez Wes look at this," and Wes will pretend to be all concerned and horrified but there is this calculating almost eager look in his eyes that unsettles Owen Wilson. and the next time Wes is having a little soiree with all his actors, his beloved beloved actors, maybe Owen Wilson will accidentally get lost on his way to the beautiful bathroom and find that little room and see all those dolls and his throat will hitch with horror. And before he can call Bill Murray or Adrian Brody to look a dark silhouette will appear in the doorway and Wes looks sort of resigned when he says, "I see you finally found my secret, Owen," and Owen Wilson will try and pretend that he's fine with it but they both know better. and Wes will go (the look in his eyes back again) "We both know this can't get out, right?" and he'll grin very suddenly and Owen Wilson will laugh along very nervously and leave the room and eat some brioche and when the evening is over he will rush over to his Prius and frantically click his keys but over the cobbles on the beautiful beautiful street there is the sound of footsteps. and tears are running down Owen Wilson's cheeks but he can't say a word and Wes, emerging from the shadows, will gently touch him on the shoulder and say, "look, I'll drive you to the airport, huh?" and Owen Wilson will try to refuse but they both know it's futile. and, halfway through the drive, Wes Anderson will smile and say, "I'll miss working with you" and then perfectly jump and roll out of the car, wiping off his corduroy pants, while Owen Wilson's Prius swerves into a local patisserie, bursting into flames
I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going
@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.
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#hello again martin and bosco!! sending you boys round for another go :)
Reading your tag made me laugh out loud. It’s like two old friends unexpectedly stopped by your porch for a quick visit. XD
I’ll always reblog Martin and Bosco when they splash across my dash, because of Reasons.
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this is going to be a silly reblog but i have kind of a fixation on animal qualia and the idea of an animal's umwelt, so i ended up wondering whether pudding was actually "enjoying" this.
which meant i went and read about snail brains.
here's the bad news, at least by human standards:
snails do not have anything like a centralized brain. their nervous system is made up of small clusters of neurons (ganglia) that mostly handle very local tasks. they don't have a cortex, they don't build big integrated models of the world, and they almost certainly don't experience things like appreciation, anticipation, or savoring.
pudding is not looking at the sky and thinking it's beautiful.
snail eyes are basically light sensors - they can tell bright from dark, but not form images. snail "taste" is done through chemoreceptors on their tentacles and around their mouth. those receptors don't produce flavor the way ours do; they just detect chemical compounds and sort them into "approach," "ignore," or "avoid."
so there's no evidence that snails enjoy food, or wind, or views, the way mammals do.
and that does sound kind of sad. but then i thought that maybe we are asking the wrong question.
snails do have valence. they detect aversive things (like salt or dryness) and withdraw from them. they detect non-aversive or beneficial conditions (like moisture) and stay extended. when pudding is stretched out like this, it means his nervous system is basically saying "this is safe; nothing is wrong."
if we define pleasure not as our human experience of dopamine and reward chemicals but instead as "the absence of aversion" - a state where the organism is open to its environment instead of defending itself - then this does count as something positive, even if it's extremely nothing like human enjoyment.
pudding isn't appreciating the wind. but his body is registering humidity, safety, and the ability to keep functioning, and that matters to him in the only way his nervous system can make things matter. he does not think "this is great, this is awesome, i love the weather", because he doesn't think in the way we do at all, but the neurological action in his ganglion tell his body that he is safe, that the moisture is an acceptable level, that it's not too dry or windy, and that there's nothing imminently threatening.
i think a lot of the sadness comes from assuming that a good life has to look like ours: full of enjoyment, meaning, and aesthetic experience. but a snail isn't missing those things. its world just isn't built to include them.
snails don't have a sense of flavor. they don't even have tastebuds. this seems like a gimme, right? but again that might be asking the wrong question about what "taste" is. biologically speaking, it's chemoreception. we taste sweet because it indicates high value, high calorie sugar molecules. we taste salty for salt, umami for proteins. so in what way does pudding's chemoreceptors differ from ours instrumentally? we can say "by our human perspective, pudding can't experience "preference" or "savoring" or "anticipation of delicious food"", but from pudding's perspective we have radically overengineered ourselves for the task at hand. pudding can tell what's salty, what's high value, what has the chemicals he needs. the functional outcome is that he can discriminate food souces based on their composition. is that not taste?
so maybe the point isn't "this is sad because he can't enjoy it," but "this is a reminder that minds come in radically different shapes, and value doesn't have to be rich to be real."
the thing about the jokerfish is that gotham isnt on like some pond that’s the fucking ocean. These fish probably show up elsewhere like there’s probably people fishing for like idk scup down in the Chesapeake bay area over the winter and pulling up jokerfish. That’s a fucking nightmare. What fish were they originally do you think. My money is on sea robins. Those things are freaky on their own they literally grunt.
how big and far reaching is the ecological disaster that is gotham. Theres some z plot that should be happening where the TNC sues gotham for their pollution and when they try and fight it some poor TNC worker walks into the court room with a cup of water from Outside Just Now and is like hey. See how that is Shiny and Opaque Green?
how often do you think conservation workers in gotham kill themselves. Said like it’s funny but it’s really not. I know Batman gets shouted at in the streets by/receives letters from ecology majors like STOP fucking arresting dr isley shes the ONLY reason I didn’t kill myself last year
anyways jokerfish. unclear as to if theyre healthy enough to have any kind of stable breeding population but even if they do the population is constantly under attack from gothamites it’s like baked into people to attack them with anything they have to hand upon seeing one in the harbor. Like PAUSE is that a jokerfish??? Hold on i’m gonna throw a brick at it
fish and game or fish and wildlife or both have asked people politely but desperately to submit reports of sightings but not take any action themselves or at least please not to touch them with your bare hands but every gothamite has a KILL THAT THANG instinct that overrides all desires to not get like, covered in cyanide. Theyre a staple photo for gotham men ages 18-35 on dating apps. (Holding a jokerfish up to the camera) “6’1 if that matters… looking for the pam to my jim. Must have an excellent flirt to roast ratio.” People eat them also. Everyone agrees that you shouldn’t eat them but if you ask anyone from gotham if they have eaten jokerfish about 80% of them will say they’ve tried them. The good news is that theres like no meat so most people just get like a tummy ache but idiots (usually teenagers and challenge youtubers) have gotten themselves hospitalized. Poison control has multiple pages on them.
Exceedingly popular pasttime for gothamites ages 11-25 is jokerfish hunts, which is just “lets go down to the local dock/canal/puddle in the alleyway and see who can catch the most jokerfish in x amount of time!” Some gothamite wins 30k in a bowfishing competition and breaks a world record or something and people are like where did you learn this and they’re like oh i had a little “toy” recurve growing up and i used to go win jokerfish hunts with my friends with it and i just kept at it. And NJDFW has to release another PLEASE STOP TRYING TO TOUCH THE JOKERFISH JUST TELL US WHERE THEY ARE statement that is proven utterly ineffectual by a viral reddit thread posted a week later in r/gotham by some tourist panicking because they went on a lovely evening stroll along a canal and spotted a group of like 10 children all holding a bunch of strange grunting fish by the tails and rhythmically beating them to death against the ground and are convinced they ran into a cult or the mad hatter or some other rogue or something. And every response is like “lol tourist thats a jokerfish hunt” and then devolves into debating the best way to catch and kill them and then a small subsection of people who would test positive for elevated levels of lead debating the best way to cook em
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Had a dream where the black eyed peas were bonding over being stuck together during a severe weather / tornado warning like sitting on the floor holding each others pinkies smiling at each other going like “we’re the black eyed peas we can do anything”
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how am i ever supposed to delete this stupid app
if i was weird al i would do a version of "we didn't start the fire" that starts off like it's just another hackneyed modernization of the song, except once it hits the present day it just keeps going. so verse 1 is like "GEORGE BUSH / WORLD TRADE / WAR ON TERROR / GREEN DAY" but by verse 6 it's like "MARTIAN INVASION / ROBO-STALIN BACK AGAIN / NEO BRAZIL FROZEN OVER / PLUS THE MOON BLEW UP." you might think "but kit, wouldn't the song wind up being extremely long" but that's the brilliant part- the tempo still increases with every verse. the song ends when weird al passes out
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just spoke with the funniest hater of all time. went to the optometrist, happened to be wearing my hadestown shirt. he asks me about it, I tell him it's a musical and he tells me he hates musicals and lists a few he didn't like. fair enough, but he listed mostly movie musicals, so I tell him that stage musicals are quite different. so he asks for my favorites and a few recommendations, and I also explain to him the differences between seeing a show on tour vs on broadway. I tell him he could check out the local theatre and see what's in the next season, but he says he'd rather just fly to new york and see the broadway show if it's the best version and that he probably wouldn't like it. I tell him that sometimes people will like the tour version better just based on personal preference of singer performance. he says, I don't really like singers, I just don't really like music. I get my eyes dilated. I bum around for 15 minutes before going back. he checks my eyes and shows me that he pulled up a google search of hadestown to read up about it while we were waiting. he tells me again he hates musicals and can't take them seriously, while actively looking at showtimes for hadestown at the walter kerr on broadway. I tell him each musical is very different so he should listen to the recordings of a few songs to see if he likes the vibe of a show before he wastes $200 on a ticket. he says nah I won't do that because I probably wouldn't like it, I just don't like music. the broadway showtimes to hadestown are still pulled up on a browser tab. I cannot emphasize how many times he told me that he doesn't like musicals or music while actively taking my recommendations and planning a theoretical trip to nyc specifically to see a broadway musical that he predicts he will hate. i respect it
today i’m sad about that one line from the creator’s commetary about how zuko is a tsungi horn prodigy and the little letter zuko, aged 7, sends iroh in “legacy of the fire nation” where he very politely requests that iroh come home and teach him pai sho tricks, because that casts such a different light on their interactions in book one. it was never iroh trying to push his own favorite things - pai sho and music night - on an uninterested zuko, it was iroh desperately trying to reconnect with zuko by recreating the activities he knows zuko used to enjoy. zuko, aged 7, once begged iroh to come home and play board games with him and now zuko wants nothing to do with him and you know that eats iroh up alive