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Haley reading poetry in TVC!!!! One time on their tiktok Haley was talking about poetry (forever ago) and how their favourite was The Orange by Wendy Cope and I commented "would you read it for us please?" And she was SO excited to read it off of Jenny's woodcut and it's genuinely one of my favourite videos ever I saved it and listen to it when I'm sad and now!!! Mills and Haley reading poems!!!!! Some of my favourites even!!!!!!!! Beautiful beautiful beautiful
If you wanna see the hot emo tgirl selfies you need to accept that there’s a solid 18+ months before that point where she’s kinda mid and you gotta cheer her on regardless
Ppl in the notes going ‘i would never call an emo girl mid’ are missing the point, this is pre-emo, this is the cargo shorts and bad shampoo era. This is the no tats, no piercings, no estrogen era. Nobody starts out hot or fashionable or fitting the scene, they get there incrementally and my point is you gotta be supportive of those steps or you don’t deserve to see the end.
Basically republicans want to make it so your ID has to match your birth certificate which affects everyone from trans people to married women to immigrants.
Meanwhile, in GA, they're going to force all ballots to be hand counted, which could make it difficult to meet the deadline to certify the vote, and thus potentially allow them to give the state to Trump regardless of the outcome.
In many states, such as Ohio, Florida, Texas and North Carolina, they've been purging voters from the rolls by the millions.
If voting didn't matter, why are they trying so damn hard to stop us?
“X bodily fluid is just filtered blood!” buddy I hate to break it to you but ALL of the fluids in your body are filtered blood. Your circulatory system is how water gets around your body. It all comes out of the blood (or lymph, which is just filtered blood).
“Okay but why is it always so chemically roundabout and unnecessarily complicated” well buddy, that’s because your blood is imitation seawater. See? It’s very simple.
Blood is what now?
It’s imitation seawater what part is confusing
#are you telling me#humans are just sentient aquariums?
Buddy if anything is living in your blood (except for more parts of you) in detectable amounts then you have a serious microbial infection and need to go to the hospital.
Humans are seawater wastelands kept sterile of all but human cells, with microbial mats coating their surfaces.
Thank you that’s…very disturbing
It’s not my fault you’re human.
Ok but “It’s not my fault you’re human.” Is the best comeback ever.
You can use it against anyone except children that you biologically helped to create.
#/blood is imitation seawater/ is the part that’s confusing
Picture this: you are a Thing That Lives In The Ocean. Some kind of small multicellular animal a long time ago, before proper circulatory systems existed. “Wow,” you think, metaphorically, “it sure is difficult to diffuse chemicals across my whole body. Kinda puts a hard limit on the size and distance of what specialised organs I can have. Good thing I have all this water around me that’s the same salinity as my cells (they have to be that way so I don’t explode or shrivel up) so I can diffuse and filter chemicals with that.”
“Wait a minute,” you say a couple of generations later, because you’re not actually a small animal but an evolutionary process personified and simplified to the point of dangerous inaccuracy for the purposes of a Tumblr post, “instead of losing all these important chemicals to the water around me, how about I put it in tubes? I can keep MY water separate from the rest of the world’s water! Anything I want to keep goes in my water! Anything I don’t, I dump back into the outside water! I’m a genius! An unthinking natural trial-and-error process that’s a GENIUS!”
“Wow,” you think a great many generations later, “being able to have such control over such high concentrations of important chemicals is so great. Look how big I’m getting. I even have a special pump to move my seawater around, and these cool filter systems to keep the chemicals in it right, and that control and chemical concentration has let me grow so many energy-intensive, highly specialised organs! Being big is so hard. I need special cells just to carry my oxygen around now, to make sure my enormous, constantly-operating body has enough of it.”
At this point you are embodying a fish, and eventually, fish start straying into water with different pressures and salinity levels. (I mean, they do that since befor ehty’er fish, but… look, I’m trying to keep things simple here.) “What the FUCK,” you think. “My inside water is at a different salinity and pressure to the outside water?? How am I supposed to deal with that? I can’t have freshwater inside my seawater tubes! My cells have a set salinity and they would explode! I need to start beefing up my regulatory and filter systems so that my inside seawater STAYS SEAWATER OF THE CORRECT SALINITY even if the outside water is different! Fortunately, adding salt to my seawater is a lot easier than removing it, and I want to be saltier than this weird outside water.” At this point you beef up your liver and urinary systems to compensate for different salinities. (Note: the majority of fish, freshwater and saltwater, have a fairly narrow band of salinities they can live in. Every fish doesn’t get to deal with every level of salinity; they are evolved to regulate within specific bands.)
You also, at some point, go out on land. This is new and weird because you have to carry all of your water inside. “It’s a good thing I turned myself into a giant bag of seawater,” you think. “If I wasn’t carrying my seawater inside, how would I transport all these important chemicals between my organs and the environment?” As you specialise to live entirely outside of the water, you realise (once again) that it’s a lot easier to add salt to water than to remove it in great quantities. Drinking seawater in large amounts becomes toxic; your body isn’t specialised for removing that amount of salt. Instead, you drink freshwater, and add salts to that. The majority of your organs are, at this point, specialised for moving your seawater around, protecting it, adding stuff to it, or taking stuff out. You have turned yourself into an intelligent bag for carrying and regulating a small amount of imitation seawater, and its salinity (and your commitment to maintaining that salinity) is based entirely on the seawater that some early animals started to build tubes around a long time ago.
And that’s what a human is!
Well, there’s another few steps, of course.
Because at some point, operating along lines of logic that worked out perfectly so far, you did decide to be a mammal.
A mammal is a machine for adapting to Circumstances. A mammal is a tremendously resilient all-terrain life-support system, with built-in heating, cooling, respiration, and incubators for reproduction. Mammals internalise everything (grudges, eggs) and furthermore are excessively, flamboyantly wet internally. Sure, everyone’s a bag of chemicals; but mammals slosh. Mammals took the concept of an internal ocean and took it in an unnecessarily splashy direction, added aftermarket mods and a climate-control system,
and just to show off, you leaned across the metaphorical gambling table and said: “my internal ocean is so good-“
“Bullshit,” said the shark, keeping it salty (ha)
“My internal ocean is so brilliantly resilient, more so than any of YOURS,” you said, holding their attention with a digit held aloft, “that for my next trick, I shall artistically recreate the ballad of evolution as a performance. I shall craft a complex chemical ballet depicting the origin of multicellular life - using some of my own material, of course-”
“Oh, ANYONE can lay an egg,” yodel the fish, and the ray adds: “ontogeny does NOT recapitulate phylogeny!!”
And you’re like, “yeah no, it’s an artistic rendition, not a literal thing. Basically I’m going to take some cells and brew them up-“
“Like an egg.”
“Like an egg. An egg but internally.”
“Yeah,” said the viviparous reptile, “yeah, like, that can work really well. I’ve always said it’s the highest test of one’s chemical know-how. It’s a lot of work. And forget about support from your family - forget about support from your PHYLUM - all you get is criticism.”
“I’m gonna do it on purpose forever,” you said. “The highest chemical, thermoregulatory, immunological, everything-logical challenge. It’s gonna be my thing.”
“I’m with you,” said a viviparous fish, stoutly. “Representation.”
You kindly don’t point out, once again, that you’re planning to do this outside the ocean, in a range of temperatures; carrying the dividing cells in a perfect 37.5• solution of saline broth in all terrains, breathing oxygen in a complicated matter, you know, bit more difficult; but you need your allies.
“It’s solid,” says the coelacanth.
“But is it metal?” says the deep-vent organism.
“Oh, it’s metal. I will feed the young,” you say, magnificently, “on an echo of the mother ocean. The first rich feast of cellular matter, the first hunt for sustenance, the first bite they sip of our liquid planet-”
Everyone waits.
“Will be a blood byproduct. My own blood byproduct.”
Everyone looks uncomfortable.
“But,” a hagfish says carefully, “don’t you outdoorsy guys still need your blood?”
You cough and explain that if you stay wet enough internally and hydrate frequently, you should be able to produce enough blood byproduct to sustain your hellish new invention until they can eat your peers.
The outrage that follows includes questions like “is this some furry shit?” And: “milk has WATER in it?”
And you won the bet. “My inner ocean is such a perfect homage to the primordial soup that I can personally cook up an entire live hairy mammal in it. And then generate excess blood byproduct from my body and give it to the small mammal until it gets big.”
That is an absolutely bonkers pitch, by the way, and everyone thought you were a showoff, even before the opposable thumbs. When the winter came, and the winter of winters, and the rain was acid and the air was poison on the tender shells of their eggs and choked the children in the shells; when the plants turned to poison, and the ocean turned against you all; when the climate changed, and the world’s children fell to shadow; your internal ocean was it that held true. A bet laid against the changing fates, a bet laid by a small beast against climate and geography and the forces of outer space, that you won. The dinosaurs fell and the pterosaurs fell and the marine reptiles dwindled, and you, furthest-child, least-looked-for, long-range-spaceship, held hope internally at 37.5 degrees. Which is another thing that humans do, sometimes.
It has been MONTHS, @elodieunderglass, and I am still mumbling “furthest-child, least-looked-for, long-range-spaceship” under my breath as a comfort phrase, and the FUCKING INDIGNITY that it came from this godforsaken post about THE HORRIBLE WETNESS OF MAMMALS!
“The horrible wetness of mammals” would make a great band name.
“hold hope, internally, at 37.5 degrees” and “Mammals internalize everything (eggs, grudges)” Now live permanently in my vocabulary
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Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.
Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again:
Jason: I can’t believe Bruce wouldn’t do this one thing—
Tim: listen to me LISTEN TO ME LISTEN TO ME MOTHERFUCKER—-
“Man I wonder how Amelia will justify the gatekeeping of magic on a systemic level-“
“That bitch was an Albion, okay?”
…got it, thanks, no further questions
RIP Annie Wintersummer, you would’ve loved the Zurich N1 acoustic set (right where you left me + all you had to do was stay , last kiss + sad beautiful tragic).
You are Icarus. No one told you to go into the maze. You did it anyways. You know what you need it within. You are Daedalus. No one told you to build the maze. You did it anyways. You know it will show you the answers you need, one day.
You are Icarus. You can leave the maze anytime you want. You do not even have to fly. You do not even need the wings. (Daedalus did not make your wings, but you made them with Daedalus, in a way.) You could turn around. You could leave. But you can’t leave alone. You are Daedalus. You can leave the maze anytime you want. You don’t even have to try. Only you truly know the way. (You made the way all alone. Why did you do that?) You could turn around. You could leave. But you can’t leave the questions alone, not without answers.
You are Icarus. Daedalus does not want to leave the maze. Daedalus does not love you more than the maze. Why would he? The maze is all that is needed, now. You are Daedalus. Icarus wants you to leave the maze. He loves you more than the maze, certainly, and probably more than the whole rest of the world. But you can’t leave. Can you? A surface is all you really need, now.
You are Icarus. Daedalus will not follow you. You leave. You will never forget, but what else can you do? You are Daedalus. Icarus is leaving. This time you do not know if he will come back. You didn’t care before. Why does it sting so much now?
You are Icarus. You are alone. You are Daedalus. You are in a room full of people. You are alone.
You are Icarus. She’s behind you.
You are Daedalus. You leave.
Drawing my favourite character while I relisten to Unprepared Casters!
Arc 3: Bombyx Mori 💚
im about 20-30 minutes from being caught up with Unprepared Casters, and can i just say, i LOVED cloud citadel. it's gotta be like my new favorite arc. it was just so interesting and i loved the silly guys.
loving all Cisco Fisk interactions.
he is SUCH a guy.
Episode 5/cloud citadel——I’m finally doing a catch up on UC:Cloud Citadel and I’m almost positive that Anna is Bombyx Mori
Episode 5/cloud citadel——I’m finally doing a catch up on UC:Cloud Citadel and I’m almost positive that Anna is Bombyx Mori
Icebreaker time! My name is Heather, pronouns she/her and if I could have animal trait I want ram horns please and thank you
At work and I just finished episode 26 of campaign 2 of critical role and I'm about to start episode 3 of Unprepared Casters Colon Tightrope wish me luck y'all.
goddd arlaen’s family being weavers and bombyx’s silk company… the tapestry of life or whatever in arc 10… the threads in the tower…
Got home just in time to burst into tears over tightrope
Gods it was amazing.
The UC Celebration of Love and Joy, a title that is intentionally long and wordy, will be a week long event with a set of prompts to pick from each day! The prompts will be released before the actual week, and you are allowed to create ahead of time as long as you post it within the actual event. Although we do encourage you to take this week as a challenge and do all of the prompts, you're allowed to do as many or as few days as you wish. The more participants the merrier!
Our goal is to celebrate the podcast as a whole and as its individual stories, as well as the community that has grown around it. This event will cover the whole of the pod, with each day focused on an aspect of it, and (hopefully!) with the community coming around and celebrating each other by sharing and interacting with each other over the fanworks created for the event!
That's right! We don't just want a fanworks! We also want audience participation! Reblog the posts; talk about what you like about them, in specifics if you can; have a conversation about them! Summon your inner Hope, and share the love and joy of being in this community together. The UC fandom is already amazing at being engaging, so we are just encouraging you to do as you usually would, just dialed up a notch or two!
As for when this is happening, we have a poll running for when the week should occur! The options are August 13th to 19th or August 27th to September 2nd, which is either after the first oneshot remastered upload or after the second. Let us know which is better for you!
Tag your fanwork with the tag #UC Celebration 2023 during the week and, as always, be kind and respectful to your fellow fans!
