✨ name's Esht, atm this blog is like 70% trigun, but it's actually multifandom and all sorts of chaos. just your local creature stuff
mostly lurking and posting memes or meta commentary, but I also write fics (eshtaresht on ao3 as well) and sometimes draw
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I hate the trope of "I refuse to hit women!! [Gets decked]" cause it's boring but I do like the trope of someone in an RPG going "hey I don't wanna hit a kid that's kinda fucked up" and the kid just obliterates them
"i refuse to hit a woman!" = Sexist, overdone, does nothing to actually empower the woman or make the guy seem nice
"I refuse to hit a kid" = valid, even funnier when the kid whips absolutely ass in one go
The ONLY exception to this is Mob Psycho where it's a kid vs woman fight, in which the kid doesn't want to hit a woman because he has been told that only scumbags hit women. And then the lady pauses the fight to explain this is a different situation and he's not bad for defending himself.
Then he proceeds to whip ass in one go.
i drew the girlfriends for warmups today :>>
Oi, you two. You're just mad. Do you hear me? Mad! And I'm going to report you for madness.
DOCTOR WHO - 4.01 Partners in Crime
being a scavenger animal must be so fucking great. imagine if every time someone died a new restaurant opened up downtown.
okay so re: lobster immortality there's got to be a way to crack this. like, they've done half the work already, yeah? they don't age, they grow until they are no longer able to muster the energy to shed.
i see three issues. the first is the square-cube law. proportional growth becomes exponential for volume and surface area. if allowed to grow indefinitely, a lobster will quickly find itself overly burdened by gravity. this can be fixed by launching it into space. an orbital aquarium, perhaps lunar as a temporary measure.
secondly, as the creature grows larger, it will likely require more nutrients than it can feasibly absorb. this is easibly fixable through cybernetic implants, adding new methods of intaking nourishment as necessary.
and finally, the molting. the thing is that you can't just, like, help it molt when it can't do it by itself. it has to initiate the process, form an exoskeleton under its current one, or breaking its shell will kill it. you have to make its metabolism think it has enough energy to molt, then provide at least enough energy for it to actually manage the first part while you handle the second. the solution here is obviously cocaine. or the lobster equivalent of cocaine.
of course, a lobster under these conditions would still very likely take hundreds of years to grow. it would not be a project a single human could see through. unless they did something crazy like transfer their consciousness into the lobster's brain. but that's veering just a bit too far into the hypothetical.
so what i'm saying is that a cocaine-fueled cyborg titan lobster deployable from orbit may not be a benefit of being a marine biologist, but it *may* be a benefit of being a marine biologist's great-great-great-great-great-grandchild.
I LOVE BEING AROMANTIC! I love talking to my friends about stuff they like. I love kissing my friends on the face and telling them I'm in love with them and knowing that it isn't romantic, it's just us. I love knowing myself well enough to know that I don't want romance or a relationship. I love platonic interpretations of media. I love defiance of amatonormativity. I love how my experience could be completely alien to that of another aromantic person because of how personal and multifaceted it can be. I love containing multitudes. I love aromanticism and I love being aro and I love being queer and trans and I love eschewing conventional relationships. I love loving.
i think about the same thing over and over again until it rots in the skull and its just dead there forever
Only weird people get excited over seeing a literal whale carcass sunken to the bottom of the sea (me) (whalefalls are so cool)
some truly untapped potential for werewolf stories is as an allegory for chronic pain. like Lycontropy is rare so werewolves are often left explaining it to their own doctors if they get properly diagnosed with it at all, and having to rely on the community of other Werewolves for solutions and aid because the medical community has largely tossed them to the side.
I love the idea of Packs being less like families or bloodlines but as people who've made connections over their shared experience and are bound together in solidarity.
werewolves who get bombarded with "Try adding more fiber to your diet" "Try yoga" or "Try losing weight" anytime they mention their condition.
lycanthropy is on a sliding scale where you have good days and bad days and people not understanding how you can be a werewolf even if you look perfectly human right now.
the act of shifting, turning into a wolf, being painful or at least leaving you in pain, and how you just sorta have to deal with that pain as a baseline for your life.
just...werewolves with chronic pain.
the ninth doctor was lowkey so under appreciated. he was the perfect combination of rascal (mostly) benevolent god and slut
imo he was the most considerate doctor, who was the most aware of his power and the people he was capable of hurting. he was cynical and moody and war worn but he cared so deeply. he loved knowing he’d lose. he kissed a servant girl on the forehead that sacrificed herself who no one would remember except for him and rose. and at the same time a right bastard <3
I love how much Trimax Midvalley despises working with the Gung-Ho Guns. Dude does not want to be there and hates everyone present except Hopperd
fuck "girl lunch" fuck "girl math" a woman is a hairy animal who sweats and grunts and excretes and hungers and gets wrinkly and dies eventually. you have to love that.
