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There is a species of butterfly that lives in the mountains.
When it hatches as a caterpillar, it lowers itself to the ground on a strand of silk, and then produces a chemical that smells like the larvae of ants. An ant eventually discovers it, lured by the scent, and brings it back to the anthill, where it is cared for by the colony until it pupates. After a few weeks, the adult butterfly crawls back up through the anthill, through the dirt and the winding tunnels, and out into the sunlight before it can finally open its wings.
Some say that the caterpillar “tricks” the ants into doing this. I don’t know if I agree – I think it’s too small a thing to accuse of guile, don’t you?
With this in mind: Once upon a time, there were seven dwarves.
They lived and worked in the mountains, mining for gold and jewels and precious things. And one night, after a long day’s labour, they heard a knocking at the great stone doors of their mountain.
Outside, shivering and small, they found a human child.
I’m sure you can guess most of what she told them. Stepmothers were involved – it’s not important. What’s important was that each of the dwarves felt a dire and pressing need to care for the child, and they took her into their home, fed her, clothed her, and gave her a warm bed to sleep in. And many seasons passed around that mountain, with the dwarves raising the child as one of their own, until one autumn’s day.
The girl laid, slender and still, in a coffin of spun glass. And some weeks later, one of the dwarves had the idea to call for a prince. This was of course the sensible thing to do, and the prince of a nearby kingdom who listened to the story thought an ensorcelled girl would be a grand thing to rescue.
Poor devils. It feels cruel to judge them. But there were so many questions they could’ve asked – what was this stepmother’s name? Was she real? Did she exist? Who had made the glass coffin? Surely one of them must’ve thought of the question. And why did it grow more opaque with every passing day?
Were they wrong to trust?
I guess it doesn’t matter now.
The moment the prince stepped into the subterranean chamber with the glass coffin, it shivered with a twinkling, plinking noise. Threads of glass exploded into glittering, razor-edged confetti.
A claw split the great glass cocoon.
The thing that spilled out of it, hulking and huge, knew in the fog of its mind, in a base animal sense that screamed, that it was in a room too small for it to fit. It wanted up. It wanted out.
In front of it was some twiggy little thing holding a sword.
It took its first breath.
The flames were the colour of cornflowers.
The dwarves fled. The thing followed close behind, up, up, up through the stone and the winding tunnels, not to chase, not to hunt, but to get up, to get out, out, out–
It struck the great stone doors at a run. They crumbled like gingerbread. And then there was sunlight, and the open sky…
And it could finally open its wings.
Convergent evolution is a hell of a thing.
The dragon, of course, lived happily ever after with its loot of gold and jewels from a hastily abandoned dwarf mine. Being much bigger than a caterpillar, we could accuse it of tricking the dwarves who were kind to it, had taken it in, had fed and clothed and warmed it.
It probably wouldn't mind.
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>be me
>about 13 years old
>basically naivete incarnate still
>just discovered the world of fanfiction.net
>have an account and a few stories posted so far
>currently working on a fanfic of Spirited Away
>get a comment one day
>commenter asks if I can put lemons in my story
>I think it’s an odd request but will do anything to please a fan
>write the next chapter acknowledging the lemon request and say that the chapter WILL CONTAIN LEMONS
>about halfway through the chapter I wrote a giant duck running past the protagonist with an armful of lemons
>duck says “MY lemons” then runs off
>feel pleased with myself at having granted my fan’s request
>years later I find out there’s another meaning for lemon in the fanfic world
>lemons are sex scenes
>my commenter was asking me to put a sex scene in my story
>at 13 years old I unintentionally trolled the shit out of some random person
>whoops
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Discworld designs - The Truth
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living in an area with a lot of desert plants is so funny when they start to bloom and grow that tall fucking stalk. like put your fuckin thing away man that's indecent
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“There are many misconceptions about PCOS, some of which can lead to delays in diagnosis or treatment. Some of the most common false beliefs about PCOS are that:
PCOS only affects larger people
Individuals with PCOS can’t get pregnant
Cutting carbs and restrictive diets will fix PCOS
PCOS is caused by a lack of exercise or poor diet
PCOS is just a reproductive��issue
Contraceptive pills are the only treatment for PCOS
Now that we know a few myths about PCOS, let’s look at the facts that debunk them:
People of all sizes and shapes can have PCOS
People with PCOS can become pregnant and have healthy pregnancies
Following a well-balanced diet with complex carbohydrates and grains can help control PCOS symptoms such as insulin resistance
PCOS is caused by a combination of insulin resistance, hormonal imbalances, and genetic and environmental factors.
PCOS is a hormonal and endocrine disorder
There are a range of possible treatments for PCOS”
Ashrene Rathial, Navigating PCOS: A Comprehensive Guide to Symptoms, Solutions, and Support
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Have you ever had a pet with a “human” name?
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Is there a food you don't like that is considered very popular?
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As someone that has grown up surrounded by beaches and done surf life saving, I know how the sea works. Lots of people dont. Every summer multiple tourists die here because they don’t respect the sea, if you’re going to the coast, here’s a thing I saw on Facebook.










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KPOP Demon Hunter Spoilers!!
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