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I SENT MY DAD A LINK TO “CORE” FROM THE UNDERTALE SOUNDTRACK AND THEN HE ANIMATED THIS FOR ME I LOVE MY DAD

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as a cis guy, when presented with the "99% you get a ton of money, 1% you turn into a girl" it honestly would be dumb to not hit that button until it breaks. like ok now i have 100 bajillion dollars and gender dysphoria. big deal. i have all the money in the world to turn me back into a guy. like with that kind of money i could have obama do me a phalloplasty. he wouldnt be able to do it as he isnt a surgeon but the point still stands

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@lingerie_addict has a really cool thread on ancient fashion over on twitter.

Those source links are here

cambridge.org

Youtube

ucl.ac.uk

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When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.

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I love the very idea of the paris catacombs like. yeah sure the real-life city of paris has a straight-up megadungeon sprawling under it. Why not.

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30th Birthday Fic Sneak Peak Surprise!

I have officially made it 30 years on this world today! So to distract myself from the horrors of this stark reminder of my own existence, I decided, I wanted to do a little something for you guys!

And what better way than sneak peaks to more or less all my current WIPs? Some for well-known projects, some for yet-to-be-published ideas!

So without further ado - prepare for sneak peaks of six WIPs!

IWATEX - Fragmented Futures not-quite-canon one shot - Sickly Sol

CW: mentions of disease, emergency medical help

The alarms are blaring, and Cal is hit with the crushing realization that there’s no time left.

For all of their hard work to negotiate with the Gardeners, for all of their efforts in making them wait (not forever, just long enough to make the medicine Sol desperately needs), it’s all been for naught.

And then it hits him even harder.

Sol.

Sol!

Shit shit shit shit, SOL!

Sol is still in their room!

Sol is still in their fucking room, hooked up to fluids and likely in too much pain to move at more than a snail’s pace and-

“CAL!”

He looks up and there’s Vace and Nem, sprinting straight at him with rope, blankets and… a gurney?

“Get your butt in gear, farmer boy!” Nem calls out to him, seconds before Vace all but snags him off of his feet, forcing him into the fastest he’s ever run before, heading straight towards-

Oh, of course.

“Rex is on his way with one of those hover-wheelbarrows!” She calls over her shoulder, somehow not sounding winded at all. “We’ll use that to transport ‘em! Vace, you’ll help me secure and lower them. Cal, you’re on catching and transport duty with Rex! I’ve got Tammy and Tang at the ready with Doc Magenta in the bunker emergency medical room - now let’s get moving!”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

Though Cal high-key hates that he’s acting like a soldier at this moment, the part of him that’s scared shitless about Sol doesn’t give a single flying fuck. Because Nem is in full medic-mode and she’s got a plan and damn it all they’re going to do this.

They’re going to rescue Sol!

Vace gets to Sol’s balcony first, long-legged bastard that he is. “Look alive, Rec-room!” Vace shouts over the din, crouching down with his hands out, and Cal knows exactly what he wants him to do.

“The Recalcitrance is ready for take-off, Olive-oil!” He shouts right back, makes a small jump, foot landing in Vace’s cupped hands and-

Up.

He.

Goes.

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IWATEX - The Tragedy of the Exocolony on Vertumna IV - chapter 22:

CW: child birth, still birth, teenage pregnancy.

At age 15, Tammy gives birth for the first time.

Not to a baby.

Well…

Not to a living one.

She looks down at the tiny little would-be life cradled in the crook of her arm. With a little curl of green-pink hair on her head, unmoving little limbs, and skin way too pale and fragile body way too cold.

Chest not moving.

Dead before she made it into the world.

Oh.

Oh.

She sits there at the root of her flower, at the root of the Tree of Life itself, the very heart of the Glimmering Glade, the very heart of everything her world has become.

This is a place where life springs eternal. Where it should overflow.

No death, no pain, no suffering. None of those all too human things.

So why- why…….. why……………

“Oh, Tammy”.

Cal is sturdy behind her. He held her all throughout the birth. But it’s his voice breaking that breaks her.

Why. 

“WHY??????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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IWATEX - Choosing Clothes - one shot:

It’s not that Flulu dislikes morning meetings. She’s aware that she, as Chief Cultivator, needs to keep the colony updated on their food situation.

It’s just that she’s also very aware that their food situation is bad, and she feels so much more useful actually being out in the fields, rather than spend hours upon hours discussing the state of the colony with the council.

That Governor Eudicot keeps her even longer after, just to discuss some topic from earlier in the meeting she can barely even remember, just adds even more to the heavy burden she’s already feeling, and it’s not even lunchtime yet.

She’s not aware she’s got someone waiting for her outside of the doors to Command, until Antecedent opens the door to leave and speaks up.

“Oh! Why, hello there Solanaceae. What are you doing here?”

Her head whips towards the door immediately, cutting off the governor mid-sentence. Sure enough, there’s that familiar mop of teal and yellow peeking around the edge of the door.

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Elsewhere University - Something Else - part 25:

The green door that stands before her is more imposing than any grand gate she’s ever seen before.

More intimidating than the Moon Empress’ staircase, more foreboding than the Goblin King’s Castle’s front entrance, more nerve wracking than the entry-gates to any ice rink before a contest.

This quaint, delicately carved wooden door, with its spiderweb and vine patterns and intricate matching brass handle- and knocker set…

It almost stops her heart dead.

The Grand Mother is behind that door.

Her however-many-times great grandmother. The first Other.

And the Royal Seamstress.

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Her heart is pounding like a thousand galloping horses, her breath feels like fire in her lungs, and her fingertips feel as if she’s held the hand of a Winter Courtier for an entire day.

She doesn’t want to be here.

She knows what the Grand Mother thinks of her mother. She knows that she’s something completely new and different in her ancient bloodline. 

What she doesn’t know is what the matriarch of her mother’s family thinks of her. The Else born from the Other.

Will the hatred, the disdain and disapproval, carry over to her? Will she sneer and scoff at having to answer to her? A tiny slip of a girl with no experience whatsoever in any sort of royalty or-

The door swings open.

The door swings open, and a deep, smooth voice flows from within the room.

“Well, are you going to just stand there, Child, or are you going to come in and greet me properly?”

……….Welp.

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Legend of Zelda: Wind Waker - Of Powerful Fathers and Wise Daughters - chapter 3:

Of all the things to inherit, why’d she have to get his temper? The thoughts swirl in his mind as he digs through ancient chests, sorting through clothes worn by her siblings, long gone as they are.

Of course, Adzel had had a fierce temper of her own, but it was just that - tempered. Like fine steel, polished to a shine.

His daughter’s temperament appears to be a direct copy of his. Sharp, always ready to strike out at any slight. But where he’s learned to control and hone it and make sure his attacks are precise, she has not yet obtained that skill.

Well… not like any of the children he had a hand in raising were easy.

The way she had flinched away from him, however, at the clear realization that his own temper is formidable and he is someone to fear (his own mind rattling with the vivid memory of how delicate her neck had been under his hand), had served as a stark reminder of why being soft is not a possibility for him.

Danger and darkness follows his every footstep, and the blood of Hylia is very strong in his child, even more so now that Wisdom has settled upon her soul.

So he’d removed himself from the room, distracting the call of Demise with other more pressing matters.

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Witch Hat Atelier - Winter is for Weaving:

It is snowing.

Big, heavy flakes fall from the sky, covering the land in a thick, all-encompassing blanket of silence.

Outside, it is still. No animals or people to be seen for miles and miles. Just the snow and the darkness ever so slowly enveloping the landscape, despite it being barely after midday.

Deep Winter is upon the land. 

For a few more weeks, it will get darker and darker and bitterly cold, until they have one day, where the sun barely peeks above the horizon - then it will get lighter again, heralding the coming of spring.

“Indeed,” Qifrey thinks to himself looking out at the stillness. “This is no time for anyone, witches or otherwise, to be out and about”.

Fortunately, the Atelier is warm and cozy inside, with plenty of things to do for witches and keep them busy and occupied…

“But,” he muses, looking at the three little piles of pillows and blankets all gathered by the fire, “that doesn’t mean much of anything will be done, does it?”

(The fact that he himself is currently wrapped in a blanket with a warming stone tucked away and a steaming mug of tea at his side, barely paying attention to the letter he’s supposed to be writing a reply to, isn’t lost to him).

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What’s up late night folks? Here’s an eerie shot I took down a pitch black road in the middle of the night

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idk who needs to be told this but "you should eat vegetables regularly" is not diet industry propaganda. the reason you should eat vegetables isn't because they're low calorie or low fat or whatever, it's because they contain vitamins, minerals, dietary fiber, and a whole bunch of other shit that your body needs to live that isn't found in most other foods. you are an omnivore you need a varied diet!!!

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Please meet Rube Goldberg.

While collecting eggs a couple of weeks ago, this egg slipped out of my hands from 5 feet up above wood, wire, and cement. Quail eggs are VERY fragile when it comes to impacts, so this egg's life flash before my eyes and time slowed down as I watched the world's most ridiculous accidental cartoon egg drop.

It somehow missed every obstacle on the way down (3 shelves) in order to land upon the side of a milk jug I had dropped the day before. It bounced off of that to a couple feet away, and hit the side of a hay bale. It bounced off of that, and somehow landed on the open lip of an empty feed back laying on the floor that I had put down under the towers to prevent the cement from sinking heat from the space. The bag gently collapsed, and rolled the pristine egg to a stop back at my feet.

I stared at it in disbelief. I took it inside and candled it- not a crack in it. So I noted the pen I got it from (CER) and scribbled "dropped?" on it. I figured SURELY it would not develop after that kind of nonsense, but when I candled at lockdown, the little thing was ready to go.

So, I stuck the egg into its own hatching bag, and sure as shit, the little fucker hatched!

And as if the rest of the story is not weird enough, this is possibly the first coturnix chick in the world who didn't immediately faceplant off of a human hand in the pursuit of the cold embrace of death. It just sat there, posing with the egg. Looking around like Hm so this is what being alive is... it's alright I guess.

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AWWWW!!

Thank you so much you're wonderful too!!

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🍜🍥🍜

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huh

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the word empathy is WIDELY misused, even in mental health spaces. 

empathy:

is responding to a person’s emotions by experiencing the same emotion as them (i.e. feeling sad when something sad happens to that person, or happy when something happy happens to that person.)

is an automatic response that cannot be controlled

cannot be learned

sympathy:

is recognizing that another person is in pain, even if you do not experience that pain, and offering comfort to that person

is something a person must actively choose to do

can be learned

compassion:

is showcasing care and support via words and actions

is something a person must actively choose to do

can be learned

if you need an example of a person with no empathy who practices sympathy and compassion, look no further than data from star trek: the next generation. he doesn’t have emotions at all, but he’s still kind to people and wants to help them.

stop telling people that they’re evil because they don’t experience empathy. stop equating empathy with morality. stop equating empathy with caring. stop saying that cruel people “lack empathy.” stop throwing neurodivergent and mentally ill people under the bus. 

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love when im watching a documentary and im like "yep thats an egyptologist alright"

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Barnes and Nobles is gonna start serving food and alcohol.

Everybody’s cracking jokes about how it’s a desperate attempt to stay relevant in the age of Amazon.

But you know what? Props to them. This is exactly what Blockbuster didn’t do. At no point was Blockbuster like “Hey, movie rentals aren’t the lucrative enterprise they once were. Perhaps it’s time we become known for our cheesy garlic bread.”

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bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.

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The new ‘AI’ Scottish voice being used by ScotRail is being used without the consent of the voice actor.

Professional VA, Gayanne Potter wrote the following on Facebook.