It’s been so long since I was in cahoots. I miss it.
Being in cahoots with someone(s) is so pleasant.
I'm trying to pinpoint EXACTLY the things I want in partnership. I have understood the overarching ideas - honesty, open communication, vulnerability, self-reflection, mindfulness, compassion, etc. - but now I'm getting to understand the specific things that fill my cup.
Being in cahoots is one of them!
oh okay. heart steps right out of my chest and falls down the stairs
- you can make up as much lore as you want
- characters can have like five different names if you darn well please Just finished the silmarillion. it’s not five names it’s more like fifty names
- characters can sit around at home not starting the story for as long as you want
- you can spend huge blocks of text describing events that happened in the past without dialog and can in fact write a whole book like that
- you can make viewpoint characters just not be there for giant important events and hear about it later and go ‘oh’
- after setting a standard for everything having an in-depth lore explanation, sometimes a giant spider or a weird dude in the woods can just kind of show up and you don’t have to explain it
- i can do whatever i want
I wish my name was Zoe so I could introduce myself like this
SHE WILL NEVER BE PABLO
Wait how the hell
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
I am the only person I know who can put a Sleep Token song and a song from the Centaurworld soundtrack on the same playlist and have it work and that's what makes me fuckable
I was being cancelled because apparently it was classist to put feathers on dinosaurs.
Both dream me and irl me were very confused.
it might have been a dream, but feathered dinosaurs being linked to an ideology isn't that uncommon. Them being viewed as "leftist", "woke" or "gay" has occured several times.
I collect these examples.
reblog if you like dinosaurs, are gay, or just really like feathers
Losing it over this
@ people in the notes are saying he should have googled Prince Phillip before he got on stage ... no, you don't understand ... Prince Phillip was announced dead during his set.
Which also means that for a lot of the audience they had just heard this news for the first time and their first reaction was to cheer lol.
oh to have a male character drop to his knees and drown his tears into his love interest’s stomach
I love this 😌
Yes! I (hope) the youth are healing :)
can't help but think that a lot of the issues with how insular online communities conceive of neurodivergence stem from how the discourse necessitates the imagined existence of a mythic group of ‘neurotypicals’ cogently and unambiguously free of the social knottiness that certain neurodivergences can entail (“all ‘neurotypicals’ experience X,” “no ‘neurotypicals’ experience Y,” etc) rather than understanding neurotypicality as an enforced social norm to which we are all expected to comply and fall short of to varying degrees
i am never talking to a cishet person again. did you know some of these people believe that watching porn is cheating
queers are out here having five dimensional sex and cishets are living in the stone age...... we have to enlighten them......
I wish I still had my niche workplace memes I made when I was a carpenter but they were all on my old chinese phone that I lost at a pizzeria in michigan and it's been almost a decade so I can't even remember them except for this one
