how are you even a real human being

“You have to understand, when I like someone, everything becomes way too intense way too fast.

You know the stars in his eyes, galaxies in his mind,

Tinkling laughter like chimes on a windy day,

Chocolate chip cookie smiles,

All of it.

All of it becomes way too real.

I can’t help but wonder this marvel that is sitting in front of me because of the successive generations of transfer of genes to create this human being.does he even know how perfectly imperfect he is?

Every freckle, every blemish, every imperfection, is so Goddamn perfect.

Does he even know?

and I realize he doesn’t.

Does he have have the slightest inkling now magnificently unique he is?

Humans truly are.

It’s time they realize it”

Muse as old as time
  • "I'm far too old for these games."
  • "What's it like to be immortal?"
  • "How old ARE you?"
  • "I'm afraid I don't understand the current slang."
  • "Do you know how to use a smart phone?"
  • "I am waaaaay older than you."
  • "Being this old has pros and cons."
  • "Do you have any idea what Netflix even is?"
  • "Did you meet Shakespeare?"
  • "I was alive when the pyramids of Egypt were built."
  • "Are you an angel or demon?"
  • "Humanity has jumped chasms in just the past thirty years. It took at least two hundred years to upgrade from wood to an iron plow."
  • "I'd rather ride a horse."
  • "You can't be THAT old!"
  • "That's simply impossible."
  • "I remember when stars filled the night sky and cities were practically nonexistent."
  • "Magic is real."
  • "Your problems are inconsequential."
  • "The universe spins, the earth moves and time passes ever on."
  • "What's it like, being as old as you are?"
  • "I'm just glad corsets have finally gone out of fashion."
  • "You can be upset about security measures all you want. I'm happy it doesn't take a month to travel across the Atlantic."
  • "Are you REALLY immortal?"
  • "I have seen all of time and space. You know what? It's the little stuff that counts."
  • "It's the here and now that's important to me."
  • "Doesn't it ever get boring?"
  • "I have loved many people over the many years. Each one is special to me."
  • "Every day brings new things."
  • "Do you ever want to end it?"
  • "I couldn't ask for anything more."
  • "Sometimes I just don't get mortals."

Originally posted by doctorwhogeneration

“I never have visitors.” You said, a confused look on your face as you ogled the weird man with the cape before you. “Are you lost?”. You couldn’t believe he was real, that a real human being stood before you.

“I am not.” Stephen answered, an eyebrow raised. “It’s empty. This universe is empty. Why is it so?” This alternate universe had nothing but nature. The sea, a nice beach and the forest. It looked like earth might have looked like, before humans settled down. 

“Well, I am here since… I don’t even know for how long.” You shrugged and smiled awkwardly. “Time goes by slower, I believe. I think this is a cage, or was at least.” 


What It Means To Love Someone With Depression And Anxiety

By: Lexi Herrick @huffingtonpost

1. It’s experiencing raw humility and friendship, as you face both of your deepest weaknesses and most exhilarating capabilities with one another.

2. It’s the ability to value human beings for their complexities, strengths and beautiful differences.

3. It’s a change that happens inside of you. This transcends past your intimate relationships and moves into your overall interactions and understandings of others. It makes you see people with your heart, not your eyes.

4. It’s giving someone’s feelings validity, even if you don’t understand them.

5. It’s a complete and utter release of social stigma. It’s realizing just how real mental illness is from a first-hand perspective, and choosing to respect that in every way.

6. It’s knowing when someone is so lost and irrational that they aren’t the person you care about at that moment. It’s forgiving them for that confusing and scary reality.

7. It’s understanding how small actions can so deeply impact those you love in a positive or negative way. It’s having those effects magnified and exasperated in a way that illuminates your power to do good and evil.

8. It’s being able to tell the difference between speaking to an episode and speaking to someone you love.

9. It’s understanding the trials of an illness. Illnesses involve medicine, lifestyle adjustments and a responsibility to take care of yourself in a way that others don’t understand. Loving someone with mental illness means honoring it the same you would another health issue.

10. It’s exercising patience, compassion and perspective.

11. It’s learning difficult lessons, like knowing when to give someone space and when to hold on with all you have.

12. It’s being conscious of your own well-being too. It’s being able to know your limitations, and when someone you love requires help from someone else too.

13. It’s realizing that mental illness comes in all forms and degrees. It’s respecting all levels of it.

14. It’s overcoming frustrating and painful roadblocks. It’s identifying solutions and having difficult conversations that can also teach you about yourself.

15. It’s knowing that the person you love is remarkable and irreplaceable, despite the pieces of themselves they fight the most. It’s embracing and adoring another human being the way they deserve to be loved. It’s strength, kindness, maturity, fearlessness and passion.

Stages of heartbreak: When they leave without an explanation.

Heartbreak is probably the most painful thing anyone can possibly go through. It could have been a fling, or a long term relationship, but the brash reality that the person doesn’t want you anymore is absolutely mind changing and you’ll probably spend the next 6 months wondering what the hell is wrong with you.

But the reality is, there is nothing wrong with you and you couldn’t have done anything different. I can tell you this right now and your friends can tell you this when you’re crying in your room at 2 am wondering how this happened and your mom can tell you this when she asks why you’ve been so down lately after you were on such a high because of a single human being. Don’t even bother asking him “why?” Because you will never get the real answer. It’s really scary how much a single person can effect you.

I’m not going to say that “everything happens for a reason” because that’s the last thing you’ll want to hear right now.

“Well, what’s the reason?”

And really, no one can tell you that except time itself and that’s the worst possible advice ever.

Having your heartbroken is so tragic, but so beautiful. And I know that sounds sick and twisted and that’s probably because it is. It’s like saying someone died and how beautiful the death was. But it’s crazy the way the mind works.

A friend of mine studying psychology told me that psychologically, the mind tends to remember scent more than anything else. More than touch, more than sight, I don’t know what it is about it, and neither did she.

You’ll catch yourself remembering the smell of his cologne when you buried your head into his neck. And maybe you’ll remember the smell of his car where you ended up in the back seat one too many times. It’s all mind games, just like how he played you.

And you don’t deserve games.

“Why can’t everything be easy?”

If he was easy, if your situation was easy, you wouldn’t have wanted him as bad as you did. The sad reality is that we always want the people we can’t have. And we always want the people who don’t want us. And then when someone finally comes around and treats us the way we deserve, it’s “creepy” or “annoying.”

But it’s not at all. We’re so used to being used and treated like we’re like any other girl who will do anything to be with someone. But you’re NOT that girl. He must have you confused with someone else if he thinks you’ll take any shit he throws at you.

If he doesn’t want you anymore, fuck him. He’s missing out on something truly incredible. You’re incredible, and just because one dumb-ass guy doesn’t realize it, doesn’t mean your anything less. You’re going to wish you regretted everything that happened between the two of you, but you won’t. And you’re going to hate it.

It’s almost scary how much a person can change your life in such a short amount of time. And you’ll never really understand it until you go through something so real and raw that you feel his imaginary fingertips trailing down your spine at 3 am when you’re laying in bed wide awake staring at your ceiling and asking anyone in the world who is listening to your thoughts why he had to do this because he was “so different.” And maybe he was different, but maybe he just wasn’t for you.

You’ll still feel the burning in your stomach whenever you see him, and you may spend some nights crying into your pillow while blaring the playlist he made you called “songs that remind me of you” as loud as you can and then you’re going to realize, through all the tears, that everything he said was absolute bullshit and that you were so used. And then you’re going to regret everything that happened between the two of you and every time someone tells you that “you’re over reacting” and “it was a learning experience,” you’re going to want to puke. Just do it honestly, I don’t blame you.

You’re not over reacting, and you’re not obsessed, and anyone who tells you that doesn’t know what it’s like. People think you can switch your feeling like a light switch, but it reality, you can’t. And you’ll learn that. And it’ll suck.

The good news is that you will be past the stage of being depressed and you’ll be into the stage of complete anger.

Deleting pictures and texts won’t get rid of the memories so don’t even try. He may delete anything that ever showed you guys had any contact with each other, but don’t do it. You don’t have to.

A piece of advice is to avoid wearing your heart on your sleeve and expressing your emotions to just anyone. I know it sounds awful, but people will take advantage of the drama and somehow it will be made into a huge ordeal and trust me, that’s the last thing you’ll want.

Don’t talk to him, I know you’ll want to come up with every excuse in the book as to why you have to text him and it’s all out of routine, but don’t put yourself through that for your own sake.

Eventually, with time, you’ll come to the realization suddenly when you see him talking about his music with that glimmer in his eyes he gets when he talks about something he loves and you just won’t feel it. You won’t even realize it until you don’t have the urge to stare at the way his lips move and the way his lips will curve into the little half smile he does.

At that point, you’ll see that you could live without him.

There will be times you’ll see him with other girls or people will bring up what the two of you had and claim they know “exactly what happened” and it’ll be so fucking infuriating and you’ll want to go through the stage of crying whenever you even saw him again, but you don’t want him, because you know he’s not what you deserve. And it’s a weird concept to understand, but you’ll get there eventually.

And then, he’ll be out of your life for good with a final goodbye when he graduates with a “good luck with everything! Keep in touch!” But you know you’ll never talk to him again. And it’ll be a sad reality at first, but it’s something you need. You’re never going to get the closure you want. There’s no point in asking for an explanation even months after the fact. But you don’t need closure anyway, you just need time. The point is, he’s just a person, he just happened to change a lot of things, now it’s time for you to take those changes and broken pieces he left for you to handle on your own, and fix them.

—  Things I wish I knew when going through it
Truth Serum

Prompt ~ Working on a new trap including a truth serum is… tricky. Even worse when Damian walks in and… well he’s good at avoiding traps but you are better at building and hiding them. And there you thought Damian was already bad enough with his brutal honesty… you had no idea how things would be if you added the effect of a truth serum. To get him back across the manor to his room proofs to be a real obstacle course like this + maybe a kiss at the end if that works for you <3

Damian Wayne x Reader

You were minding your own business like any decent human being should do, you were building a trap that would involve some truth serum that you were able to create in the cave’s lab. You placed a thin wire underneath your carpet that was connected to a small contraption that once triggered would release a dart containing the serum. After tying the wire you stood on your desks chair and placed the contraption in the air vent located on the ceiling close to the rooms entrance.You pushed the chair out the way and tied the trigger wire to your door’s knob. Just when you went to grab the knob to see if it worked the door swung open. In walked Damian with a neutral face only for the dart to shoot out and hit Damian square in the shoulder.

“Damian no!” You screamed as he fell to his knees, the serum tampering with his senses, “At least I know it works…” You said as you pulled the dart out his shoulder, “Well at least it shouldn’t change much you are already brutally honest.”

“I thought you were good at avoiding traps? Can you even walk?” You rambled on worried since Damian wasn’t answering you.

“Sorry I was captivated by your beauty.” Damian finally replied with a dazed look on his face, your cheeks immediately flushed red, “Um, I think my serum was too strong I should take you to your room.” You replied flustered, you helped him get up and let him lean on you for support, “You know I was distracted because I was thinking of you but if I wasn’t I would have easily averted your ploy.”

“Why is your room across the mansion.” You ignored his comment as you walked down the long hall.

“If my room was adjacent to yours you would here me whimpering your name during my aroused dreams.” Damian claimed as he leaned close to you, if it was possible you were becoming redder. You couldn’t lie you had a crush on Damian but you never thought he recuperated the same feelings, but here he was babbling off things he would never say himself if it wasn’t for the truth serum.

“Maybe the serum has some defects.” You mumbled, your palms became sweaty, “No, I’m attracted to you physically and emotionally.” Damian retorted as you took another turn, “Though I act pretentious I’m not good at showing my affections towards others, especially you.”

“You’re not lying?” You asked still unsure about everything he just said, “I got injected with a truth serum, I’m being a hundred percent honest and I really want to kiss you right now.” Damian said as he leaned closer to you, you knew he would remember all of this but he didn’t have full control of his actions, but these were things he truthfully wanted… you leaned in pressing your lips to his. Damian didn’t hold back on making it passionate which took your breath away.

“I always fantasized kissing you, it was better than I imagined.” Damian whispered as he placed a kiss on your cheek and stumbled into his room leaving you flustered outside his door and hundreds of questions popping into your thoughts.

anonymous asked:

Hello! How about a headcanon about the boys being the ones ending up in the human world, confused and have no idea what's going on? And then Gardienne finds them and take care of them^^

Hiya! Sorry this took so long, for some reason this was a real challenge to write. They may end a little abruptly because I rushed it little so I could get it out. Sorry about that! 

I hope you enjoy them!


  • Ezarel’s been numb ever since he was sent to this world.
  • He’s seriously confused and can’t even fathom how he got here.
  • He’d seen many humans since arriving here and was burnt out from all the appraising stares and unwanted attention they bestowed on him.
  • Since finding a small park though, he’s relaxed somewhat.
  • Even if there’s a human sitting a little ways away from him.
  • Unlike the other humans, you took no interest in him what so ever, and focused more on the large rectangular object on your lap.
  • So he ignored you, his mind wandering to unimportant matters as he desperately tries rejecting the reality of his situation.
  • However, reality has a way of making itself known, and his stomach growls loudly, attracting his attention.
  • There’s not much he can do to quiet his hunger, so he ignores it, hugging his legs as he stares ahead sullenly, his mind filling with worst-case scenarios.
  • He hears footsteps but ignores them, figuring you were leaving, so when you offer to share your lunch with him, he’s surprised.
  • Normally he’d be offended at the show of charity (from a human no less!), but he doesn’t know when he’ll next be able to eat so he accepts it with quiet thanks.
  • You strike up a conversation with him, talking about seemingly inane things but he’s grateful for the distraction, glad to get his mind off his problems for even a moment.
  • He accidentally admits to having nowhere to go in mid-conversation and tries to act nonchalantly about it, but his face turns troubled and he goes quiet.
  • You suggest he crashes in your mother’s old studio and he’s surprised again.
  • Who in their right mind offers a total stranger a place to stay with no hesitation? Are you crazy?
  • When he poses these questions to you, eyes narrowed in confusion, you laugh saying its normal to help those in trouble.
  • He can’t believe that, its just too convenient (and naïve) a mind-set to have but he can’t deny he needs somewhere to stay, and he knows he can protect himself if it turns out you’re some axe-wielding murderer.
  • Still, as you both rise to go visit this ‘studio’, Ezarel can’t help the feeling of relief and gratitude bubbling in his chest and murmurs his thanks, with a small smile in your direction.


  • It’s wet, dark and cold and Valkyon has no idea where he is and how he got here.
  • He turning, looking for something that looks familiar but all he sees is tall grey buildings silhouetted against a murky sky.
  • He’s so preoccupied with his surroundings, he hasn’t noticed you staring at him agape since his arrival.
  • When he does though, he’s more than a little surprised, staring at you in your PJs, holding a shiny bag filled with rubbish.
  • They both just stare at each other for a while then it occurs to Valkyon that she might be able to help him.
  • When he steps forward to ask a question however, you flips and runs towards an open door, slamming it shut behind you.
  • Valkyon tries to talk to you through the door, but there’s no answer.
  • Dejected, he turns to leave but stops when he hears it open a little.
  • You’re staring at him with apprehension, but also a little curiosity as you ask how he just appeared out of nowhere.
  • Valkyon introduces himself and explains his appearance as best he can, mentioning that he could do with a little help.
  • After a moment, you open the door and invite him in, warning him against any funny business.
  • Apparently, you have a steel baseball bat and have taken down hundreds of intruders in the past.
  • He’s not sure what a baseball bat is but he’s very impressed and promises not to impose any longer than he has to.
  • And he intends to keep that promise. He has no interest in being a bother, and hopes to get some information that might help him so he can get back home.
  • He ends up with a dry set of clothes, a hot dinner and a couch to crash on.
  • He’s so touched by your generosity, he’s honestly speechless.
  • But also is confused. Like why help the dude who literally just appeared on your doorstep?
  • He won’t question your generosity though, not now, and he thanks you over and over again, promising to do anything you need him to while he stays.


  • Unlike the other two, Nevra knows almost immediately what’s happened.
  • As the leader of the shadow guard, it wasn’t uncommon for him to accidentally step through a portal of some kind and be sent halfway across the planet.
  • Doesn’t mean he’s calm though.
  • He detests the concrete jungle he’s found himself in, and immediately heads for the most comfortable place on the street, slipping the crowds of people with ease.
  • He ends up in a coffee shop and he looks around in awe, the place so different to what he’s used to, he’s temporarily stunned.
  • Meanwhile, you’re eyeing the costumer who’s just entered, clearly unaware it’s closing time, debating between going to take his order or kicking him out.
  • In the end, the need to close up quickly wins and you call out, informing him of the time.
  • Nevra really doesn’t want to go back out into the busy street and tries charming you into letting him stay a little longer.
  • It doesn’t work.
  • The look of defeat and anxiety on his face seems to make you a little sympathetic and you agree to let him stay until you’re finished closing up.
  • He’s grateful and sits down at the breakfast bar, his thoughts churning through his head.
  • Before long, you’re done and Nevra has to leave. He’s reluctant to go, but gets up to leave, as promised, and is promptly told to sit down again, a steaming hot coffee placed on the table in front of him.
  • Though he tries to explain his inability to pay for the coffee, you assure him it free and go to collect your things.
  • And Nevra’s not sure why you’ve decided to offer this bit of kindness but he’s not complaining, watching you out of the corner of his eye as he sips the delicious beverage.
  • It’s not until he’s almost done do you question if he wants to talk about whatever troubling him.
  • Though he wonders why you’d care, he finds himself telling you about his problem, the embellished version of course, and feels a little better for it afterwards.
  • You silent for a moment, then you begin asking questions about his skillset, his working experience, as you walk behind the bar.
  • He answers in confusion, asking why you need to know.
  • Apparently, you’re giving him a job.
  • He’s so confused as you just decide things for him, like how he’ll be sleeping in the storage room above the shop, and he’ll work as a barista (to help bring in more customers with his pretty face.) and he has to stop you in mid-sentence, trying to process what happening.
  • He wasn’t expecting any help, wasn’t going to ask for it either, so this turn of events leaves him spinning.
  • You question whether he wants your help, assuring him you don’t want to pressure him into doing anything he doesn’t want and he takes a moment to consider.
  • It’s a no-brainer.
  • He thanks you for your kindness, smiling brightly as he introduces himself with flourish.
  • His smile only grows wider when you laugh and introduce yourself in turn, extending a hand for him to shake.

can we talk about the amazing human being that is kim taehyung please? this episode of bon voyage really showed his bright, optimistic personality. he had to travel alone again and then got lost in the middle of nowhere, in a country where he doesn’t even speak the language and yet he was still so calm and happy enough to enjoy the scenery, stop, and (quite literally) smell the flowers. he was already lost and he literally stopped to crouch on the ground and blow on a dandelion. he’s like sunshine and happiness personified and it was just so heartwarming to watch. kim taehyung how are you even real.

Still desperate for TRANS/NON-BINARY STORIES

Hi everyone. As some of you may know, I am a theatre student and for my senior thesis I have to put together a play. My play is going to be all about trans/non-binary identities. A platform on which we will have at least 20 minutes of visibility in this world of misrepresentation. Hopefully this won’t just be a final project, but something I continuously build on and present at venues, or maybe I can even get it published as my very own real play. The working title is “Don’t Assume My Gender”. 

I need your real stories. Your stories/monologues are my script. Literally word for word, you are helping me write my play. I thought what better way to present trans/non-binary identities than to get the real stories from real human beings. The stories can consist of what happens to you on a daily basis as a trans/non-binary person, how you came out, why you can’t come out, relationship problems/successes, sex stories, family, friends, funny things, sad things, powerful moments, being misgendered, being the underdog, being you. I need these real stories because I am all about presenting the truth. Please help me portray our truth.

No identity in this play will be portrayed by a cisgendered actor. All stories will be anonymous unless you would like to be credited. 

I am incredibly desperate for stories from AMAB human beings. I am very grateful for the stories I have received so far, and while it’s great they are all from AFAB human beings, this play is about trans/non-binary identities and it cannot be featuring stories only from AFAB people. I really want this play to be full of trans/non-binary diversity. 

PLEASE SEND ME YOUR STORIES!! Either in messenger, or ask me to send you an ask so that you may have unlimited room to type, or send a submission. If you do not wish to submit a story, please reblog this so that more people see it. Especially if you have a lot of AMAB friends/followers!!! Please, please, please!! Love you all, have a good day!


Would Batman’s Fitness Training Actually Work?

New video for those who happen to give a F*ck. He is Vengeance, HE IS THE DARK KNIGHT, HE IS BATMAN!! 

And being one of the founding members of the justice league he has proven time and time again even if he is powerless he is No one to be triveled with as He has practically Trained himself to battle Meta Humans on par with the likes of the Man of Steel and his peers but as this is a fictional world how would his Training routine work in real life well dudes and dudettes thats why I’m here to share my thoughts from an exercise science point of view.

 I hope you enjoy and be sure to share with your friends. It helps a lot. Also shout out to @ibeconcept and @realanimetraining for their Martial Arts Input


“Blaine’s a good guy now, just because he has amnesia?”

1.) Do people understand how amnesia works in real life?

2.) Do people not realize that human beings are shaped by their experiences?

“You’re a whiny bitch, it’s so obvious you didn’t get that from me.”

Blaine’s father says this to him, right after Blaine calls him out on not being there for his mother when she was told him she suicidal. 

For the fact he didn’t even bothering to lock up his gun.He basically says Blaine’s mother, who told him she was suicidal, was a whiny bitch.

This man was emotionally and verbally abusive. He was also neglecful of his son, and was clearly neglectful of his wife.

He let his son be physically by his nanny. He put his father (who actually loved Blaine) in hospice, not out of concern for his health; but so he could assume control of his father’s company.

Angus let Blaine be beaten, locked in a fucking dog cage, and forced to clean a floor with his fucking tongue.Who took credit for his party-boy son getting into Wharton, a business school… yet didn’t care about the fact his son showed initiative in proposing a business venture, so much as the fact that first attempt failed. 

Who then cut him off, likely Blaine to start dealing drugs to earn his cash. 

We know from the pilot that Blaine had taken drugs in the past. I wouldn’t be surprised if Scott E and/or Don E were the ones who always hooked him up, who were the ones that got him into dealing for Mr. Boss, and gangland crime. 

Many people thought Blaine calling Don E. “Scott” was a sign he was faking the memory loss, but it’s just as likely the amnesia was progressive, and that Blaine went further back with one twin than he did the other.

We already know he had retrograde amnesia, specifically.

Blaine says he remembers everything about the funeral business, but it’s people and events he draws a blank on. It’s for the same reason he’s proficient with firearms, or why he can still play the organ (something David confirmed for S3)…

He didn’t start out as an evil bastard.

Those experiences and relationships made him who he was.

His history of trauma and abuse in no way excuses his actions. Like Brooklyn Nine-Nine put it;  cool motive, still murder. tumblr woobifies enough white dude villains with tragic backstories, and it’s not my intent to ‘woobify’ Blaine so much as explain why he was the way he was.

Explaining does not equal excusing.

You can understand what led someone to become the person they became, and the choices they made… without condoning either.

IDK why that’s a hard concept for some people to grasp.

Now that Blaine has no memory of these life experiences? The toxic people in his life? The effect both had on him and the choices he made that were informed by those experiences?

He might still make quips, he might still grate on people’s nerves… but he’s not the man he was.

He’s almost a different character entirely


Dreaming and Dimensions

Ok guys so I’ll be starting these short lessons on how life works.

Being a Crystal, I can be of great help (since I remember the afterlife, or the in-between).

Today I will be talking about dreams:

Popular belief is we exist in the 3rd dimension, but we actually exist in the 3rd and 4th dimension because of our dreams.

Dreams are REAL!
They’re a way of astral projecting into other dimensions, usually the 4th.
We forget them easily because the 4th dimension is too much for our human minds to comorehend. You can see through things, you can teleport, you can even see all around you (including above and below). This is because you are a soul in your dreams.

When we DO remember them, our human mind tries to make them seem like the 3rd dimension, which is the only one it comprehends. This is why dreams are a little foggy when we remember them and why the way you act in them seems human.

Now onto Lucid Dreaming:

Here I believe we are going past the 5th dimension into the 6th and 7th, or just staying in the 4th and remembering more of how it actually went.

Lucid dreaming happens when you realize you are dreaming DURING the dream. Then you can control everything that happens and even MANIFEST things out of thin air with your thoughts.

For example: stairs coming out of the ground that reach the sky.

Once you realize you are dreaming you can control your dream because either your dream went further than the 4th dimension, or your body remembers a little bit more of how it REALLY went. Eg. seeing through things.

In other lessons I will explain a little bit more about the other dimensions and how they work. They will be posted on mondays but feel free to message me with any questions.

Have a nice day and dreams!

Concept: a setting where drugs and poisons operate through sensory vectors.

For example, you can have an ingested poison, but it’s the flavour itself that’s toxic, not any physical component of the substance. Anything with that exact flavour profile would have the same effect, and conversely, adulterating a poison to change its flavour may render it ineffective. Tasteless poisons are impossible, but there are exotic flavour profiles that aren’t widely recognised as poisonous. The poisoner’s art, then, consists of knowing how to combine otherwise innocuous flavours into a deadly whole.

The same principle extends to other senses. A scent can be intoxicating in truth, and a tactile sensation may literally make you sick - and yes, there are even poisonous sounds and intoxicating sights. The specifics vary with the species of the subject, and intelligent species like humans tend to be immune to being poisoned or drugged by simple sensations, so you won’t often encounter a toxic note or colour - but a toxic pattern or musical phrase are real and present dangers.

Thus, a deadly snake’s venom might lie not in its fangs, but in the pattern of its scales - if you’ve seen it, it’s already too late! The vibrant colours of a blooming flower can be a harmless attractant to the bees that pollinate it, but a powerfully addictive drug to hapless human travelers. And as for the sirens of legend? They’re out there, but the danger they pose is rather more straightforward than the stories suggest: their music is poison.

Of course, some dangers are closer to home, too. We’re talking about a world where “artist”, “poisoner” and “drug dealer” are the same profession. Not even the written word is safe - mind-altering or deadly effects can be concealed in the cadence of poetry or the ebb and flow of narrative prose.

What kind of human civilisation might exist in such a world?

anonymous asked:

Please educate me cause why is demisexual even considered a sexuality.. Like you only want a relationship/sex if you feel a real connection with someone.. Like any other normal human being?

I see how the description can come off as insulting to a non ace person, sorry. It’s not meant to make everyone else sound like they sleep around easy. It just means it takes, at least in my case, uncomfortable amounts of bonding with a person before I even consider dating them.

Lemmy try to explain. When you’re a kid full of hormones you/ your friends usually have celeb crushes or school crushes, maybe you fantasize about what it’s like to kiss them or imagine marrying  them despite not actually knowing them. Someone demi or ace would grow up not having crushes like that, sure they’d agree the person is aesthetically pleasing or that they admire their acting/music skills, but they would never feel any kind of physical yearning for a person they don’t know/doesn’t know them. And i’m not saying you’re gross or bad if you’ve felt that way, it’s normal. Ace/demi people do have a sex drive, they just don’t link those thoughts to people, it’s more a sensation not aimed at a particular person. (so like the other anon said, I could be “horny 24/7″ and still be demi but that question was pretty funny to answer with nuns instead)

It’s common to date people you kind of know in order to get to know them and eventually maybe be in a relationship with them. In my case it doesn’t feel right to date someone I don’t have a deep emotional connection to. And I don’t mean like we’ve had a few nice conversations and I think the person is worth getting to know. I can only date people I already feel fondly for and know the feeling is mutual. We have to be best friends, know each others lives/secrets, don’t mind being gross in front of each other etc before I ever consider them in a sexual way at all (and even then I don’t feel this way for every friend).

If you’re demi, most dates with people you don’t know well feel like you’re hanging out with a sibling. They’re your buddy, you’re having fun with them, think they’re nice/sweet/pretty but you feel nothing sexual towards them and would be really disturbed if they made a move on you or you on them.  I use to misinterpret dates as people just wanting to hang out/be my friend because I don’t get dating feelings for anyone I haven’t known for years. I’ve also dated multiple sexes so it’s hard to tell if someone wants to be bros or something more.

So yeah, it’s a sexuality, it’s got sexuality right in the name and it’s a branch off of the A in lgbtqa.~

I’m only going to tell you this because you’re my friend. It’s all going to get much much worse and its going to get much much better. But the best part is is that in that space between the really really shit things and the really really giddy good things there’s going to be somethings that are absolutely nothing about you.

Like: right now you’re telling me about all the crap that you had to go through and how it has changed you. You mentioned a lot of things to try and prove to me that tragedy weighs well and real on you. But if I’ve ever read any story or even known another human being what I know is that you’re going to be happy again, and probably sooner than you expect.

But how can you trust anything that comes and goes so cheaply without any concern for you? Can you trust on happiness and sadness as a basis for your life? No. Obviously not. So what can you value? Should you even value? Should the stories we make out about our lives revolve so much on feeling?

You know what my favorite moments are? It’s moments where I’m neither happy nor sad but I’m awake, fully awake and just really seeing everything without thinking too much. I’m sure you do this too. Sometimes I look up at some tree and a wind falls over it. It makes a noise like nothing else in the world and my body stops and I stand erect and my lungs and my head and my heart empties out and there are no things inside me for a few moments that can make me sad or happy. I become dumb and want nothing and I just exist.

Those are almost meaningless moments for me. But I trust those moments more than anything else. In those seconds I’m no longer a human being driven by needs, fears, desires, philosophy, laziness, expectations, nothing. In those moments I get to just be nothing but looking and hearing. I trust those moments because it reminds me of what I am beyond my context.

You’re sad. You’re happy. You’re in love. You’re heartbroken. You’re joyous. You’re defeated. All these things are essential but untrustworthy coats we find and wrap around ourselves. I’m only going to tell you this because you’re my friend. Sometimes the best fucking thing is nothing and when it’s nothing about you.

Beware of nail artists that make you feel bad because you can't paint your nails

If you ever feel bad because you can’t do nail art, remember that most of these artists: 1. They only show you their non dominant hand. 2. They don’t tell you how many tries they needed. 3. They don’t show you all their footage of their failed attempts 4. A holo topcoat fixes everything 5. They will never ever show you all the footage of their nail fails. 6. No but seriously, holo. Fortunately, there’s a nail artist that actually tells you the real struggles of painting your nails as a human being. So thanks simplynailogical for giving the confidence I needed to paint my nails, even if I needed to retry it like 17 times and fix it with some holo.

They say God gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers and what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And as much as anyone can say how invincible I seem, or fearless I am, or how brave I must be… I’m still human. And I’ve seen things. And I’ve felt more pain than some will in their entire lives. All before the age of even being able to buy a fucking drink at a bar. But I have to be strong. Not for myself, but, for a greater purpose. Because I feel like my duty is far beyond me… You know? Beyond saving my family. It’s for the world. Because somebody out there really needs to hear this. So to anybody that isn’t here to see how far I’ve gone or how far I have yet to go, to family members that didn’t make it, or friends I lost along the way, or maybe someone I gave my heart to that didn’t know what to do with it. You should be here.
—  “Intro” from You Should Be Here, by Kehlani.
Things I love about the Redwall series:

-Displays the horrors of war/killing/murder/death without getting too gruesome

-Characters are not shamed for following gender roles

-Characters are not shamed for breaking gender roles

-Awesome male AND female characters (and one doesn’t dumb down the other in order to be awesome)

-Romance and platonic relationships are shown as JUST AS important as each other, instead of romance being seen as way better than platonic relationships

-Same-sex relationships are loving and natural and not all “no homo” (whether you read them as romantic or platonic)

-The bad guys are legitimately scary (I’m looking at you, Swartt Sixclaw…sheesh…I still shiver thinking about him)

-Despite being animals, the characters are so HUMAN

-Characters overcoming seemingly impossible odds

-Even “weak” characters are seen as valuable rather than worthless. Everyone has a place to belong, and everyone is loved.

-Obligatory bullet point about how good the food seems to be (let’s be real, you GOTTA include the food)

-You know who is good and who is bad; while some people criticize this, I like it because it’s refreshing compared to people sometimes being so unpredictable in reality

-Just the sense of adventure each book has. And the writing style makes you feel like you’re right in the middle of it rather than watching from the background.

-Mother Constance

-Feel free to add anything! There is so much to love about these books.


I have no sense of being famous - you’re just working. And then you’ll have a random day in London when you’ll do some press and it creeps into your awareness that this goes out - that what you do every day goes out to televisions right across the country.” - Karen Gillan

anonymous asked:

How are you even a real human being?!?! Your body closely resembles that of a fertility goddess come to life. Your curves are nothing short of hypnotising, could barely look away to write this...

Aww hehe, thts very very generous of you to say, sending my love and gratitude to wherever you are