me when i eating my Macking Cheese right af ter it come out from the Pot because i canot wait to Eat It
idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol
okay, i've seen this one post going around my dash a few times, and at this point i feel a need to say something about it:
vampires drinking from blood banks is NOT more ethical than drinking from live donors! in fact, it's worse!
most adult humans walking around on the street have a pint or so of blood they can spare with no real consequences for their health. (again, this is not true of everyone, so make sure you ask your donors about any health conditions before you get into it, but you were doing that already, right?)
but the blood in blood banks. the blood in blood banks is for people who need that blood in transfusion form to survive. blood shortages are real, and they kill. if you steal from a blood bank, someone could die for your theft.
the only reason that bagged blood is considered the "softer" option is because you don't have to look the people you're harming in the eyes to do it. coward.
getting spices is so much fun, I feel like a little medieval thief slinking about through the marketplace
I plan on accumulating an ungodly amount of saffron.
masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved
these are all creatures to me
the first sentient robot to realize deceased humans and animals can’t be repaired or backed up on a server is gonna be so devastated
Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudging a body: i fix Little robot, nudg
Reblogging for the pathos, and for the lovely, lovely poem.
Happy birthday to Madara Uchiha and a throwback to one of my fave con memories ever 🔥😂.
amor vincit mortem
pairing: zhongli x gn!reader
summary: there’s a fragility to each moment spent with you, finite and fleeting as all mortal lives are. but you always find your way back to him, even when you return missing fragments of yourself. he has loved you ever since he was naught but a mere hatchling you’d dug from the earth, and he will continue to do so through war and peace and retirement. (reincarnation au)
note: writing for one of my favorite tropes again, zhongli my beloved i will always give u happy endings, might be a bit inaccurate in some lore and timeline aspects but i tried my best to stick close, multiple character death/s (reader), depictions of blood and death
word count: 4.1k
“Hello again.”
Morax—back in the days when he was just a little dragon incapable of much thought, back when the name Morax hadn’t even been granted to him—nuzzled his little snout against your hand.
You smoothed your fingers over his soft scales, an indication of youth in dragons, and smiled as he melted at the simple affection.
There had been a softness to that moment, a memory untouched by the grimness of war, in a time when peace reigned and the three sisters ruled over the skies, not a floating celestial castle to be seen.
He remembers your voice and your touch, the way your eyes brightened when you smiled and the way the corners of your mouth quirked when telling a story. He didn’t know your name then, only that you were a local in the nearby village who once unburied a small dragon from the earth as a child and had taken care of it since.
That dragon was, of course, him.
Hey, it’s me Winston Overwatch. I have been fucking drafted. Help me. Fucking help me. How is school? Did you solve any problems on time? Please, call your father. He loves you. He fucking loves you. Dodge the draft they put in your mail.
REALLY IMPORTANT PSA
THE 52 HERTZ WHALE HAS A FRIEND.
HE IS NOT THE LONELIEST WHALE IN THE WORLD.
MARINE SCIENTISTS HEARD TWO 52 HERTZ CALLS WITHIN TEN MINUTES OF ONE ANOTHER OFF THE COAST OF CALIFORNIA.
I REPEAT: HE HAS A FRIEND. SOMEONE CALLED BACK.
