i know a place! *brings you into my arms and hugs you*
For a while now I've been wanting to try painting over the Pillars of Creation photo taken by the Webb telescope. When I was a kid I thought the earlier version looked like a bunch of dragons racing to the sky, and I think the new pic looks even more like it, so, here they are~
For reference, same crop of the photo under the cut.
Ever since the neighbourhood dogcatcher fell into that storm sewer, the community has been thronged by packs of rogue dogs. It’s not like they’re wild dogs, per se. All of these hungry pooches seem to be just regular old pets that got a taste of freedom, and cannot stand the idea of returning home, to a life of obeying the whims of man.
There’s some upsides and downsides to this new state of affairs. I’ll start with the positives. You can pet a cute dog at the park any time you want, now. On the flipside, the hot dog cart guy got attacked last week and is unlikely to return to the park once he awakens from his coma. Depends how you feel about his Bluetooth speaker blaring Turkish pop music at all hours of the day, to be fair, but I will miss the opportunity to purchase tubed meat while putatively following my doctor’s advice about exercising outside (in a way that doesn’t involve cutting transmissions out of cop cars.)
A few folks now have been trying to capture these dogs, to bring them back to their owners. This is a noble goal, and one that I would take on myself if it weren’t for just how many dogs there are. Which one do you save first? Which one is the safest to put in the back seat of my Volare? Has that one “gone native” and is gonna Colonel Kurtz me as soon as I merge onto the expressway? Is it ethical to teach this dog, even inadvertently, how to drive? Will these dogs simply do away with us apes, whose time on this earth is surely coming to an end, and then engage in car-dependent urban planning on their own? That would be cruel to subject them to, so I just don’t bother.
Now, if you excuse me, it’s my turn this week to feed the dogcatcher. We’re all pretty sure he’s faking that broken leg and can easily climb out of there whenever he wants. Unfortunately, nobody has told him what happened to the hot dog guy yet. Hopefully he just asks for tacos again – Adabella’s Burritos is on the second floor, and the dogs haven’t figured out how to work the elevator yet.
I could function in a society that had an actual nightlife that isn't synonymous with just clubbing. Where are the night markets what if I want to go to the library at midnight
Tumblr. I have a proposal for you.
If you vote on this poll, for ingredients for bread, I will make the bread and attempt to eat it.
*sitting in my bedroom with nothing going on* HELP!!!! HELP ME!!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME!!!!
the tooth fairy myth(?) is so funny, like if you had to invent a lie to make kids feel better about the understandably scary phenomenon of teeth falling out, why would you possibly make it dependent on your ability to extract something from under their head while they're asleep. why didn't parents just say "uh leave it on the table for the tooth fairy." why make yourself play extremely high-stakes operation every time where if you fail your kid loses all their faith and sense of wonder in the world.
did you let me die in your arms in the timeloop
I keep thinking about this post. Did you let me? As in did you not save me? and Did you let me? as in did you allow me the comfort of your embrace at the expense of your own pain, knowing tomorrow I would be back and fine but you’d still be feeling my blood against your skin?
Did you let me die in your arms?