AKT 28: Schwanengesang

“I’m sorry… […] if I disappear… this heart shard…will return”

“The depths of despair… why is it so calm I wonder…[…] There’s nothing here…not even love… All is left is to dance until death ”

Both swans fall into desperation. Like a song sang before departing, they dance one last time while an apology is whispered in their hearts.

Waiting for the End

undersea animals when a whale dies

Bungie: Hey we’re basically pulling support for Gambit moving forward.

Me: Oh No! …Anyway! *proceeds to grind Gambit to Top500 in the final week of the season*

The Soviets kicked our ass in the space race its so dope "Oh you went to the Moon, yeah thats cool I guess, we got pictures of fucking Venus, you ever been to Venus? No the fuck you did not."

You know why you probably never saw these pictures during your space units in high school? It's because our educations system would be forced to admit the commies did some cool fucking shit.

(don't go off about Venus...be NORMAL about VENUS!!)

Did y'all know that these are the ONLY photos we have of the surface of Venus because it's atmosphere is so pressurized that every probe that Russia has managed to get there is DESTROYED??? Did-did you know that on Venus it RAINS SULFURIC ACID AND NOT WATER?? Ok but do you know it is so hot that the atmosphere MELTS LEAD?? Or--or that there are volcanoes that are constantly erupting BRIMSTONE??? Because its surface is basically a hellscape??

Ya know...Venus?? The Morning Star?? Lucifer??

Anyway, the fact that scientists in the fucking 60s managed to get a probe ONTO Venus is wild enough, but then they DID IT AGAIN IN THE 70S AND GOT A FUCKING PIC OF THE SURFACE OF DEATH AND DOOM!!

It's just like....like really cool. Is all. Venus is pretty cool.

There's this misconception about 72 maidens awaiting a believer in heaven. This is in fact incorrect and just a way to demonize Muslims, the correct translation is that 72 femboys await you in heaven. Hope this helps!

my stupid fucking aunt loraine bought us an air friar for our wedding present 🤦‍♀️ the apartments barely big enough for the two of us now weve got this dumb asshole flying around preaching at us ... every time i get a migraine he tries to give me herbs and poultices 🙄

Dripping turtleneck, Madmoiselle Opossum

complete the look

Now idk about this one😭

Okay that outfit is not very. Good. But some people may not understand why.

First off, when designing an outfit, the general idea is to stick to 3 colours. The statement piece, which is the drippy top, already has three colours. The 3 colour rule does not include black and white given how technically they are not colours but tones.

Green numbers are our statement piece, white ones are the pieces used above to "complete" the outfit. If you want to add more pieces to the outfit, you stick to the above hues, and preferably similar brightness and saturation. We're in a zone of slightly desaturated pastel, making use of a bright red beret pointless, additionally you already have a statement piece, which fucks up the balance.

Now to make loose suggestions based on whatever clothing pieces I'll quickly find on Pinterest on how to style this, using the same silhouette since that's something I actually do like about the outfit. That's it though. Just the silhouette.

Let's make several suggestions, starting with full pastel since that's the easiest choice here.

Not the best outfit of the century but I put this together in 2 minutes let me be. Either way whoaaa far more balanced and better looking no wayyyyy. But you may ask, Andria you dickhead fashion snob, what if I wanna draw even more attention to the piece, what if I want contrast to be present. And to that I say. Remember now there are different tones and shades of different colours? Mhm. Now check this shit out.

Holy fuck. Brightness. That's a thing. You make shit dark. So let's run with that now. So we have some blue purple fuckery going on. Perfect. You know what else comes in blue colours? Pants. Which pants? Denim. So here's what we end up with when we go for higher contrast:

Somehow ended up going for a cute little spacey theme but here we go. Not much else to say I pretty much described it above.

All in all, the thing I saw far above with that person's attempt at finishing the outfit is just common mistakes. "You MUST have an accent colour" advice and the beret and plaid not quite business not quite casual not quite business casual pants. I've been there buddy but yeah there we go I don't know how to end posts, just know it isn't a burn on anyone, just an explanation.

okay this is actually cute but I was making an ice cream cone costume

Evening//Midnight

These were doodles I did to practice for another piece I’m trying to make

Key word trying

aesthetically this season pops off however the cost was too high

Yeah you're right. It WOULD be pretty fucked up if you were a swan but you were raised by ducks and you grew up never seeing another swan or even knowing that such a thing as a swan even existed so you just thought you were a duck with something super wrong with it.

Crows are scary They

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

Yeah but have you seen this 

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!

your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

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I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.

He’s so handsome!!

Felling the werewolf

People with low spoons, someone just recommended this cookbook to me, so I thought I'd pass it on.

I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?

These people seem to get it, though. It's very simple in places. It's basically the cookbook for people who think, 'I'm really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I can't think of anything else to cook that won't exhaust me'. And it's free!

I’m a pacifist like institutionally but I’m absolutely certain that violence solves at least some problems on a much smaller level. I don’t believe in wars or nuclear weapons or military campaigns I do believe in the power of that guy who punched the nazi in the face so hard his entire media presence immediately crumbled to dust

Wizards (1977)

just saw someone post “it’s common knowledge ur not supposed to spam reblog from someone ur not mutuals with” …..?????????? am i confused??? IS that common knowledge???? i try not to spam if i can help it but i actually personally love seeing spam notifs lmao??? unless i dont know what spam reblog means

Reblog if you like it when people “spam reblog” from you or whenever that means at any time

really funny that every website is in an arms race to make itself as bad as possible and immediately someone makes a firefox extension to fix it

avg day on late Web 2.0