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it was not on wheat...

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Random linguistic worldbuilding: A language with six sets of pronouns, which are set by one's current state of existence. There's a separate pronoun for people who are alive, people who are dead, and potential future people who are yet to be born, and the ambiguous ones of "may or may not be alive or aleady dead", "may or may not have even been born yet", and the ultimate general/ambiguous all-covering one that covers all ambiguous states.

The culture has a specific defined term for that tragic span of time when a widow keeps accidentally referring to their spouse with living pronouns. New parents-to-be dropping the happy surprise news of a pregnancy by referring to their future child with the "is yet to be born" pronoun instead of a more ambiguous one and waiting for the "wait what did you just say?" reactions.

Someone jokingly referring to themselves with the dead person pronouns just to highlight how horrible their current hangover is. A notorious aspiring ladies' man who keeps trying to pursue women in their 20s despite of approaching middle age fails to notice the insult when someone asks him when he's planning to get married, and uses the pronoun that implies that his ideal future bride may not even be born yet.

A mother whose young adult child just moved away from home for the first time, who continues to dramatically refer to their child with "may or may not be already dead" until the aforementioned child replies to her on facebook like "ma stop telling people I'm dead" and having her respond with "well how could I possibly know that when you don't even write to us? >:,C"

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so, if on tw*tter it was a "tweet", on mastodon it's a "toot",, on tumblr is it a.. "tumbl"?

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[Image ID: A woman wakes up. She hears a voice, "Greetings." She sits up with a start. "Welcome back", a scientist greets her. She looks around, confused. "For confirmation of our findings, would you please give me the current year?" "It… um, 2025." She notices with confusion that her voice sounds different. "Huh, so we were a year off," the scientist continued. "Someone in Excavation is getting a scolding tomorrow." The woman holds her covers up close to her face, afraid and confused.

The scientist, noting the other's confusion, offers a cheery explanation. "You died! It's 2912 now. We're currently in Springfield, about 40 kilometers from where you were buried." The woman slowly looks down at herself, noticing her chest. The scientist continues, reading notes from a clipboard, "Age at time of death, approximately 24 years…"

The scientist continues reading from her notes, "Cause of death, systolic heart failure resulting in ventricular fibrillation—" the woman interrupts the scientist with panic. "um… W-why… How am I a-a girl? Is this real?"

The woman, still panicking, tries to formulate her question. "No, I— shit, I mean, I want… I AM a girl, but I was still… How did you… know?" The scientist looks at her with gentle concern.

The scientist touches the woman's cheek, gently. "Please relax," she says. The woman is flushed. The scientist continues, "Science progresses quite a lot in the span of 900 years, you know?"

The scientist explains, "You were remarkably well-preserved, and your death involved no skeletal damage. Thanks to some scrapings from your remains, we were essentially able to regenerate your body from scratch." The scientist grows more excited as she adds, "With some adjustments of course— Wouldn't want that nasty heart condition following you into your new life, now would we?" The scientist, beaming now, strikes a heroic pose. "You can eat peanuts now, too. You're welcome."

The scientist continues, "Analysis also revealed trace amounts of sex hormones consistent with one undergoing a rather archaic form of gender-affirming therapy. With enough convincing, we got approval to make the appropriate alterations to your, eh, blueprint." The scientist pinches the bridge of her nose and shuts her eyes. "Wasn't easy, I tell ya. Can barely hold a civil conversation with those damn fossils in the Board." Her eyes snap open, and she panics a bit to reassure her ward. "N-No offense! Fossils are cool! Ahaha ha ha. You look great by the way! Very young!" The woman in the bed grows uneasy, unsure of whether she should have been offended by the scientist's earlier statement. The scientist clears her throat and continues, "Anyway,"

The scientist continues, "Your skeletal structure and burial clothing may have been masculine, and while your headstone was quite worn, I suspect the name engraved on it was one you don't wish to claim." The woman in the bed looks down, pensive. The scientist continues, "But humanity would be in a sorry state if scientific analysis amounted to only surface-level observations. We archaeologists dig to find what lies beneath the surface." She points at the woman's heart. "You think the best we can do is look at your bones, your clothes, and the name your folks gave you and call it a day? I must say, I'm insulted." The scientist gives a winning smile and winks.

The scientist continues, "Speaking of which, that suit you were buried in is SHARP. Even as a girl, I think you could really pull it off." The scientist imagines the woman in the bed wearing a black suit and saying "nya…" The scientist has a thirsty expression on her face. She faces the woman in the bed, and excitedly continues, "It's been cleaned and pressed, and of c—" She is interrupted by the woman on the bed, who has suddenly begun crying. The scientist flounders for a moment. "… uh, ah. Unless… we were mistaken?" The woman gives a wide smile and shakes her head enthusiastically. The scientist breathes a sigh of relief. "Didn't think so! Those hormones don't lie." The woman smiles through her tears. "Congrats on your second chance."]

future archaeologists will know you were (not) a boy

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Reblogging this knowing I'll never make time to remember to do have of these 😌

How to Finish

I drew this poster for Jon Acuff and his FINISH book tour. Big thanks to Jon for this collaboration, his book has some great ideas about how to complete creative and life goals.

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here take this

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nyaa, i guess

meow. whatever

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I made this, please feel free to use

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Building a home for a toadlet

(via)

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Dealing With Executive Dysfunction - A Masterpost

The “getting it done in an unconventional way” method.

The “it’s not cheating to do it the easy way” method.

The “fuck what you’re supposed to do” method.

The “get stuff done while you wait” method.

The “you don’t have to do everything at once” method.

The “it doesn’t have to be permanent to be helpful” method.

The “break the task into smaller steps” method.

The “treat yourself like a pet” method.

The “it doesn’t have to be all or nothing” method.

The “put on a persona” method.

The “act like you’re filming a tutorial” method.

The “you don’t have to do it perfectly” method.

The “wait for a trigger” method.

The “do it for your future self” method.

The “might as well” method.

The “when self discipline doesn’t cut it” method.

The “taking care of yourself to take care of your pet” method.

The “make it easy” method.

The “junebugging” method.

The “just show up” method.

The “accept when you need help” method.

The “make it into a game” method.

The “everything worth doing is worth doing poorly” method.

The “trick yourself” method.

The “break it into even smaller steps” method.

The “let go of should” method.

The “your body is an animal you have to take care of” method.

The “fork theory” method.

The “effectivity over aesthetics” method.

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Making a boy genuinely laugh must be one of the greatest experiences out there.

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"I'm not pretty" and then bro is the reflection of a lake on a quiet morning, the gentle hum of the forest at night and the taste of a fresh picked pomegranate

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Here's some The Owl House fan art from a while back.

It was fun making it, but then everyone's designs changed immediately after.

Do not repost without permission.

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Did you like my present?

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chronically on tumblr because something’s not wired right inside of me

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