#it's vital to my meme survival

[braisedhoney]

i wish i could submit images anonymously ajaja

stop being so much funnier than me op it's turning me to dust—

the only flaw with this image is that it covers up the ground that took me so goddamn long to render lmaooo

i should post this edit on twitter or smth it's incredible

[headspace-hotel]

i learn a staggering amount of things just being in nature and paying attention to what's going on. Things that are obvious are seldom written down so they can be found where people look. I get stressed out that people don't know things. It's dire that they have to be taught at all.

I'm watching everything prepare for winter. Well, not watching. I'm gathering seeds, preparing beds, labeling seed packets. The leaves are falling, the flowers are dying back.

I was surprised to see how long seeds will just hang out on withered plants, instead of being eaten or falling or blowing away. Acorns and nuts cover the forest floor. Hackberries cling to trees throughout winter. Seeds are produced in wild abundance.

It's difficult not to assign purpose to these things—the plants produce seeds and nuts so the birds and animals don't go hungry. It's discouraged to view nature as having some kind of purposeful agency.

The leaves cover the ground now in deep drifts. I learned that moths and butterflies sleep through winter in fallen leaves.

How did I not know that? How was this not important enough to be taught?

Homeowners seem to think of leaves as a nuisance. It's common practice to rake them into piles and burn them or bag them up to be sent to landfills. This is horrifyingly wasteful, on top of destroying the insects that hibernate in them. Fallen leaves are pure gold, a vital source of nourishment and insulation for the soil. Rotting leaves mulch and fertilize the forest floor.

Fallen leaves don't just nourish, they protect. I found the smaller of my tree seedlings covered by a thick layer of fallen leaves, shielded from an early frost. Farmer Family Friend advises mulching the baby trees for the winter to keep them safe from the extremes of the cold.

They are a near-perfect insulating and mulching material, but I rarely see people using them as such. "Use fallen leaves as mulch" is a Gardening Hack found on Pinterest, a novel trick.

It is discouraged to assign motive and purpose to natural processes, but it is devastating to accept the alternative—that something an organism does isn't "for" a purpose except the organism's own survival. Leaves fall because they can't withstand the winter cold, and it is more economical to enter a period of dormancy. We know this.

And yet. The horrors it has caused, for people to decide that the leaves are not for anything, that they only make a mess and can be burned or sent to a landfill (!!). We have to spread memes online telling everyone to leave alone their fallen leaves, because it's not common knowledge that the butterflies need them.

The harsh, competitive thinking about nature stops people from thinking of nature as the intricate system it is.

I was afraid that the frost last night killed my tiny tulip poplar. I found it safe and unharmed, covered by leaves blown all the way from the neighbor's yard—leaves from a mature tulip poplar tree, shielding the small one. I keep telling myself not to be fanciful, but my heart aches with something indescribable.

[dickotadrevis]

I feel fucking horrible. I hope all the people who's DMs with me that Tumblr closed are doing ok. Listen. This is my silly account. This is where I do stupid shit; but I have to make an exception right now. It's been almost a week and staff still hasn't gotten back to me about my main account being shadowbanned and I can see people reblogging my art and memes here so I'm clearly visible. https://rentry.co/victorsfundraiserlist_directory <- This is my list of fundraisers who contacted me and those I was able to compile for DRC and Sudan. Please share them. Many of them are extremely far from their goals and they're all trying to survive fucking genocide.

I'll spotlight a few campaigns here, but they are by no means the only ones you should pay attention to. Please at least look at all of them.

My friend Hazem, who I was just congratulating a few days ago, had to raise his fundraiser goal so he can transfer the funds he raised for his family in Ghazza.

his campaign is vetted here (281)

Amir is a disabled child who is in direct danger of dying since he's unable to continue his vital treatments and special diet. He needs to evacuate Ghazza IMMEDIATELY but has only raised €2,379.

vetted here

This campaign is an evacuation fund for 5 WHOLE FAMILIES suffering under the Sudan genocide. They are all displaced and had their belongings stolen. They're exposed to the elements every day and have been in this situation for OVER A YEAR. They've only reached 1/3 of their goal.

vetted here

Elaf and her family lost their home and their belongings after it was raided by the RSF and have been displaced multiple times. They have no access to basic resources and Elaf's mother is in danger of her medical conditions worsening. They still have 1/3rd of their goal left to raise in order to evacuate.

vetted here

The Congolese humanitarian organization Goma Upendo is working to help support the displaced and impoverished people throughout the region. They have only raised $20,787 CAD out of their $50,000 goal right now.

Another incredible humanitarian organization in the Congo is Focus Congo, who are working to provide medical care and shelter to those suffering under the genocide. They also have a campaign to fund their work here. They're not even halfway to their goal.

Everyone, please share these and the rest of the campaigns in that directory. All of them deserve your attention and all you can do to help. Don't let them go unheard.

(by the way, I know the about section on the site says "DM me at @/victormcdicktor" but I'm sharing this earlier than expected so that account is still shadowbanned. If you need to contact me before I get unbanned DM me here, ty)

[constellationandcompendium]

Writeblr Intro

Greetings traveller!

About Me:

She/her, early 30s

PhD graduate working in heritage

British (obsessed with tea)

Also sings and crochets

Enjoys both Star Trek & Star Wars

Occasional NaNoWriMo participant

Fanfic writer of 15 years making the jump into original fiction (find my fandom blog @thetamehistorian)

Happy to take asks / play tag games etc.

Has a habit of designing covers rather than writing

Second attempt at this blog (main blog this time, cha cha real smooth)

Tends To Write / Read

Sci-Fi & Cyberpunk

Urban Fantasy & Fantasy

Historical

Comedy (this suprised me too)

Introducing My WIPS

A crime thriller with a touch of cyberpunk...

Featuring

Man with habit of doing wrong thing for right reason

Best buds to reluctant allies to ‘I would die for you’

That ‘I can’t believe you’ve done this’ meme

Conspiracies and double agents

Lots of angst and hurt (with some comfort)

Wholesome parent / child relationships

Summary

Solaris City has a problem. Whilst the metropolis flourishes, down below in the old mines the Undercity grows wild and dangerous, it’s people cut off from the prosperity above, dreaming of the sun and spreading Haze - an addictive drug.

Elias also has a problem. Working for the Bureau has cleaned his slate but he hasn’t cut all ties with those underground. Now there’s a girl hidden in his flat and something big has been uncovered that has his contacts in a flurry.

With two days to go to a vote on unifying the two halves of the city, and his friend Sebastien caught right in the middle, Elias has a feeling that it'll only take one domino falling for everything to come crashing down.

Work Page

First Draft Complete, If Messy (Mind the Plot Holes)

A sci-fi comedy of a ship of misfits...

Featuring

Puns for ship names (and just bad jokes in general)

Captain packing up the ship and all its crew because they can no longer thrive in this household

Overly social parents (please stop inviting my professor over to dinner)

Space worker unions (and aliens)

Learning self-worth and finding strength through working together

Found family

Summary

The United Earth Ship Archimedes patrols the border of charted space. Beyond it - the vast and unexplored reaches of the universe.

It’s an exciting prospect for Aster Kobor, newly graduated from the fleet academy and hoping to make her mark upon the stars. Unfortunately, it only takes a few weeks for Aster to realise that the Archimedes is nicknamed ‘the screw’ for a reason. It’s a ship for the rejects and misfits, those deemed unfit to serve in the frontier ships and command never lets them do anything exciting. Still, Aster is determined to make the best of it and, unbeknownst to her, her meddling Captain is about to give the crew of the Archimedes their chance to show command what they're made of.

Soon a bad reputation is the least of their troubles and, whether the crew like it or not, they’ll have to learn to survive in deep space - where their only certainty is each other.

Work Page

Currently Wrangling Vibes Into ~ Characters ~ and ~ Plot ~

A historical novel about determined women, trains, and winning a war…

Featuring

One woman’s obsession with the railways

Code breaking commuters

Breakfasts cooked on a coal shovel

Being accidentally adopted by an elderly fireman and driver duo

Occasional air raid for added ~spice~

Solidarity in the face of adversity and outdated systems

Summary

Bea had always been fascinated by the railways, but her dream of driving one of the locomotives always seemed out of reach. Working the trains is dangerous, dirty, and completely off limits to the fairer sex.

Then the war came and the men went off the fight. Answering the call to help, Bea and her fellow railway volunteers find themselves with an opportunity of a lifetime. Obscured from judging eyes by steam and smoke they shadow the veteran drivers and engineers, learning what they can on the job and hitting the library when they can't.

The trains need to run, they are vital to the war effort. All it would take is one rogue bomb, one mishap to take out a driver and the wheels stop spinning.

Or at least, that's what the station manager thinks.

Work Page

Currently Doing Research and Initial Planning!

[yermes]

Adjusting the focus; a tarot card reading 🪐

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Its time we lock in chat! Summer quarter is slaying but we are in prep for a daunting task; organizing and THRIVING the up coming fall quarter

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

Socials: TipJar | Follow me!| Podcast| July tarot challenge

Asks always open!

Pick a meme

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The cards

V of Wands 🕯️

Yeah bae, not only did you need to change a perspective. It was actually vital to your emotional survival in the situation 😍 you are in a tense and competitive environment with not just your peers but yourself. You need a new approach and perspective so you don’t light your candle at both ends and burn out.

Queen of cups ☕️

You are finally easing back into yourself and you can hold yourself in an embrace of compassion and kindness. You do not coddle yourself but you give yourself the emotional support and allowance you need to better approach the world around you. Without a change you would have been so cold, and so cruel to yourself.

The emperor 🪐

You just needed some structural support. Theres no shame in some hand holding and help in establishing a new system, routine, schedule etc. you need help sometimes and sometimes it’s literally just structuring and organizing your life. Do not be afraid to ask questions! Teachers, mentors, friends, therapists, they’re all tools to help.

Extras:

Story/vent:

I am trying to restructure my life to be an academic magical weapon

Love ya

Germ

[scotianostra]

On June 6th 1944 Allied forces stormed the beaches of Northern France on what became known as D-Day.

There were no doubt many acts of bravery on that day when the tide started to turn against the Nazi regime that ultimately ended World War Two. I shall concentrate on one, but will also tell you about a German sniper that day and a wee tenuous brave Canadian.

‘Piper’ Bill Milllin landed on Sword Beach on the Coast of Normandy as part of the 1st Special Service Brigade in the second wave of the operation.

Pipers were banned from being on the frontline during the Second World War because of the number of casualties seen during the First World War. The enemy figured out that the piper helped boost morale to the Allied troops, and they were slaughtered because of this. This led the War Office to restrict their presence in camps as well as on the frontline.

Millin pointed this out to his Commanding Officer  Brigadier Lord "Shimi" Lovat  Fraser, hereditary chief of the Clan Fraser, who was a law unto himself. “Ah, but that’s the English War Office, Millin,” Lovat told him. “You and I are both Scottish so that doesn’t apply.”

As Bill Millin embarked from the landing craft and waded through chest high water making his way toward dry land, high above his head he carried his pipes, the only weapon he would need that day. Around him bullets flew, mortar shells exploded Bill_Millin1and his friends, comrades and countrymen died, but Bill carried onward.

It was what came next that made Bill Millin a legend! Lord Lovat, the Chief of Clan Fraser and Brigadier of the 2,500 commandos, instructed the 21 year old Bill Millin to fire up his pipes and play a tune to inspire the men. And with the five words ‘Give us “Highland Laddie” man!’, the Legend of ‘Piper’ Bill was born.

Amid the carnage and destruction Bill Millin played as he had never played before. While marching up and down the beach of Normandy, Millin played the tunes ‘Hielan’ Laddie’, ‘The Road to the Isles’ and ‘Blue Bonnets over the Border’, and at one point added ‘The Nut Brown Maiden’ for a redheaded French girl who had strayed out of her home.

The day would see Millin and his unit march four miles inland to a point known as Pegasus Bridge, which was a strategically vital point for the German 21st Panzer Division. D-Day was the turning point in the Allies’ battle against Hitler and ‘Piper’ Bill Millin stands a reminder of the bravery and sacrifice made by ordinary people in extraordinary times.

Facing the soldiers coming ashore that day was Horst Hrubesh, German machine gunner, he too can be seen as a hero of sorts, if you read the poem he penned, I will let you decide;

Scottish soldier play your pipes

Even though your in my sights

Just like me you have a wife

I aim above your head

For full five minutes i fire up high

Keep my bullets up in the sky

No mad piper, you will not die

I will not lay you dead.

Now at my Nazi captains call

He wonders why you do not fall

They drag me from my post in haste

Another gunner i am replaced

In a cell now i await

Whats sure to be a bloody fate

Jack boots stamp across the yard

By my cell with windows barred

Soldier friends i stood beside

Now gather in a long straight line

Blindfold no i did decline

To see their faces full of guilt

As they take my life for i shalt not kill.

Horst Hrubesh was German , but not a nazi, he paid the price for his act on D Day.

The third person to get a mention today is James M. Doohan who landed ashore at Juno beach. Later that day se would be shot 6 times, survive and go on to become Scotty on Star Trek.

Doohan was a commissioned lieutenant with the 14th Field Artillery Regiment of the 3rd Canadian Infantry Division, and was tasked with invading an area of Normandy code-named Juno Beach. As the meme states, Doohan successfully led his men across the beach littered with anti-tank mines, and also managed to take out two German snipers:

Lieutenant Doohan was however not shot by a German sniper. He had been shot by a nervous, trigger-happy Canadian sentry.

Doohan said. "We landed safely, thank God, through those Y-shaped steel barriers you see in the film, tracer bullets, all that, none of our men hurt, and dashed 75 yards to the 7-foot tall dunes," Doohan said. 

"Crossed a minefield, found out about it later: It was meant to blow up tanks, and we weren't heavy enough. Moved up through a down - hardly a town just a village - called Graye Sur Mer, saw a church tower that was a machine-gun post, firing off to our left. 

Doohan took out the machine-gun post with a couple of shots. "I don't know if they were killed or wounded, but it shut them up," he said.  The Canadian soldier later said he didn't notice the gunshot wounds in his legs until he got to the medic who told him;

'You also have four bullets in your left knee.' I said: 'Well, I walked here.'"

[rxttenfish]

putting this over here and not on my rp blog because i just feel more comfortable talking over here lately and because this isnt even BAD or me complaining, just saying a thing i noticed and being entertained, but i worry that people will think im being rude

theres like, this bingo card meme going around in my circles lately, where you make one for your muse, specifically of their "type" when it comes to romantic partners

so i make one for miranda, as you do, and i include a box on there that says "respects her sister", because. you know. a vital thing to miranda.

and its funny that all of the other muses who have marked that off are ones who neither i nor bellanda nor miranda would say COULD mark that off

namely because like. why is respecting bellanda so important?

because shes miranda's sister. and even more than that, she has been, for all of miranda's life, both her only friend and her caretaker. bellanda is one of those people that miranda trusts with literally EVERYTHING, and is wholly incapable of thinking bellanda can ever hurt her, let alone hurting bellanda in turn. bellanda's opinion is final to miranda, she is what matters above everyone else, and either her potential paramours accept that theyre always going to be playing second fiddle to bellanda or they leave miranda's life. so much of what miranda does is dependent on bellanda and she is basically everything miranda has.

which is important context, because the reason why not just any single person can mark off themselves as respecting bellanda, is because bellanda is going to be mean as hell to them. bellanda doesn't trust landfolk, very seldom trusts other merfolk, and is highly suspicious of ANYONE who tries to get too close to miranda. for very good reasons, sure, but also this means she is going to try to drive them away as much as she can without upsetting miranda. and like, miranda knows bellanda is doing this. she knows she will insult, berate, and even try to physically hurt people who bellanda perceives as a threat, and miranda knows why bellanda does this, and thus she will give bellanda a very loose leash. again, miranda takes bellanda's side in everything that matters, and her loyalty to her comes first before everyone else.

as you can imagine, this is not an ideal situation to be sandwiched between. you cant even really DO anything, because trying to do anything against bellanda immediately sours miranda's opinion of someone, and bellanda is never really going to do something she knows would be over the line for miranda. the only option is winning bellanda's favor, and thats a tall order when she already mistrusts and suspects them for a full list of potential manipulations and careless blunders that bellanda won't be sharing with them. shes tough, shes strict, and shes very set into what she knows to be true and whats allowed her and miranda to survive this long.

hell, it's why aaravi is one of the very VERY few people to do well with bellanda, because shes already used to people hating her and suspecting her. already knowing that out of the gate and knowing bellanda's type (from her own experiences with gruff older slayers), getting the reassurance from miranda that she actually is good and sweet and funny was enough for her.

but you see the problem still. you see why this is such a dealbreaker for so many muses. you see why its specifically phrased as RESPECTING bellanda, because if you dont fully understand why she has to do all of this and be this way, then you arent going to make it.

[ulvblod]

ULVBLOD⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR LADY LYANNA STARK FROM A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE AND HBO'S HOUSE OF THE DRAGON AND GAME OF THRONES. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)

PSA: this account follows the R + L equals J, meaning she and Rhaegar are Jon Snow's biological parents. i won't be changing this for the comfort of others as it's vital on how I portray lyanna. people also note that this will follow the show's ages instead of the books.

promo. artwork.

temporary rules under the cut:

01ㅤ| ㅤㅤintroductionㅤ : ㅤmy name is CALI (SHE/HER, CST+3) born in 1994, 21+ .welcome to my LADY LYANNA STARK muse blog. this blog is private, selective and mutually exclusive. meaning i won't interact with blogs that are not mutuals with me. [this blog is open to plotting both on discord via tupperbox and tumblr].

02.ㅤ| ㅤㅤactivityㅤ : activity on this blog will be medium to low through the week days. i'm mostly active at nights and from fridays to sundays activity will be higher through the weekends and through tupperbox on discord .best way to reach me will be through discord that can be asked upon request to create a 1x1 server or just to talk. [please don't pressure me for replies or asks. as well, communication is key, i'm not a mind reader so if something is bothering you, asking me is okay.].

03.ㅤ| ㅤthreadsㅤ : ㅤthreads will be dropped and asks will be cleared. we are always welcome to do multi threads at the same time. if i get overwhelmed i will usually drop things to start over. i have a generalized anxiety disorder so that affects my productivity too asks are always welcome to be turned into threads . do not reblog memes from me unless we are mutuals. [and if you want to unfollow me, please softblock. as well, if we are friends, always reach out if you are uncomfortable, i will do my best to improve]

04.ㅤ| ㅤㅤformattingㅤ : ㅤfrom january, 2023 , this blog is forced to have only the BETA EDITOR + TRIM. please keep this in mind while roleplaying with me if you are still using the legacy editor. I no longer use small text as my go-to formatting but i might use it at times. i am still available to use legacy when required but do keep this in mind ㅤ[BETA EDITOR + REGULAR TEXT + DOUBLE SPACE. WILL USE ICONS IRREGULARY.]

05.ㅤ| BANNED FACECLAIMS. elizabeth olsen, scarlett johansson, jeremy renner, amber heard, allison mack, gal gadot, johnny depp.

06.ㅤ| ㅤㅤcreditsㅤ : psd, graphics, promo are all done made by me through my resource blog. some days i will be iconless and others i will use them, mostly when i'm at home. [i write novella, multi-para and single line as well text roleplay via discord/tupperbox and tumblr as well].

07.ㅤ| ㅤㅤshippingㅤ : ㅤ shipping is wonderful and it's one of my favorite things in the world. both robert and lyanna and rhaegar and lyanna will be explored as they are central as her two more romantic relationships but I am open to other relationships, I am also interested in arthur and lyanna. and in any survival au, we can talk about other ships. please note that lyanna was aware rhaegar was married but under the impression that a valyrian marriage and a northern marriage count as separate from the faith. jon legitimacy is disputed but they were wed by their own customs.

08.ㅤ| ㅤㅤDNIㅤ : ㅤ due to personal reasons, i won't be roleplaying with characters from the following fandoms. DC'S STARGIRL, PEACEMAKER, MUSES FROM THE BATMAN (2022) AND HORROR MUSES BASED (SELECTIVE), WRESTLING FACECLAIMS. unless we are friends. on my other non ck related muses i don't mind but i have had some bad experiences in the past [personal DNI can be given in privacy, however no name drops will be given here as none of the people are bad and DNI worthy, just uncomfortable].

09.ㅤ| ㅤㅤetiquetteㅤ : ㅤ don't godmod my muse. small things are welcomed. if your muse wants to hurt her psychically, you need to let me know i just want to be given a heads up if you will ever do a thing to hurt them. i assure you, i will not mind if plotted. [as well, don't assume ships with me unless we are friends].

10.ㅤ| a song of ice and fire : ㅤ the world of a song of ice and fire involves death, gore, betrayal, medieval like talks, fantasy talk as well mentions of incest, all will be present so keep this in mind.

11.ㅤ| changes: ㅤhere are a few of the changes regarding my lyanna from show and even book. if you don't like, don't follow. and if you do, please respect the choices.

lyanna was the knight of the laughing tree. rhaegar finds this out.

she does try to avoid rhaegar after she is given the crown of love and beauty but there are magical and otherworldly stakes.

lyanna becomes aware of the prophecy of ice and fire and that there has to be three dragons, and despite her respect for elia, she does fall for rhaegar. despite this the pregnancy surprise her.

he takes her out of winterfell before going to dorne where she spends a whole year and something.

she falls quickly pregnant after that considering a pregnancy period is of nine months.

while she tells need that the child's name is aegon, in honor of the prophecy, she wants him to have a northern name. she never learns what ned names him.

this is more a headcanon of mine, but her tomb is constructed over where vermax, jacaerys velaryon's dragon lay a hatch of eggs. only one of them remains. ned founds it when building her crypt and puts the crown of winter roses, one of rhaegar's rubies and the egg for jon, eventually to find.

[sculptural-renaissance]

SGU Week Day 4 (oh are we still doing this): Favorite shi

Eli and Ginn were precious, and it's criminal that we didn't get more of them. C r i m i n a l . To say nothing of that double-fridging (that they did twice... ffs).

I like to think that Ginn would be all in for going to earth, and she eventually gets her wish after her file is removed from quarantine (with a sweet clone body grown from DNA harvested from her old clothes, which were initially saved to be backup clothing for some of the ladies on board Destiny, but later saved for cloning purposes [yes I'm aware this means her body would have been buried in some state of undress, but it was off camera anyway so it's fiiiiiiiine]).

Y'all say what y'all like about Family Guy, but the cutaways have tons of cultural references (I am frequently "Peter Griffin Explains the Joke when I watch with my husband). My thought is that Eli shows Ginn episodes of Family Guy to teach her about earth, which you can imagine leads to some pretty ridiculous misunderstandings.

Please do not enjoy this excerpt from The Eli Wallace Guide to Getting a Cute and Smart 3D Girlfriend

A while back, whilst hunting for meme fodder, I found a mean article written back around when SGU was airing. The gist of it was basically that Ginn was too "pretty" for Eli, and that a "schlubby" guy like him didn't deserve to be with someone conventionally attractive. Idk, maybe I'm old, but I think they're around the same level of cuteness. Also, bear in mind that in the past, having some extra weight was considered a sign of wealth and a positive trait. Eli's body type could easily be a selling point for Ginn, who is apparently interested enough in leaving the Space Cartel that she's willing to risk her life for it. To her, Eli is sweet, smart, cute, and her ticket to a life so cushy that luxuries she can't even imagine are considered commonplace. He's the entire package. 🧡

Look, I'm not creative. This is verbatim from Family Guy, but it's funny as hell, so it's going in the post.

This is Vital Information, mainly because Eli is definitely dragging her to a comic con at the first opportunity. God, imagine being an alien and going to a con, and it looks no different from that trading post you used to go to every month

Gotta learn about Halloween, AKA the best holiday! I do wonder what kind of holiday celebrations they might try to have on the Destiny in some hypothetical future where they can get supplies from earth, especially with all those Lucian Alliance members from various other planets. Obviously not something worth showing in a show that was mainly focused on survival, but it's a fun idea for fics.

And yes, at this point, Family Guy is the only TV show Ginn knows, except for the ones they mention on the show.

Please enjoy the references to Mean Girls and Parks & Rec.

Apparently raisins are a universal constant, too, which is good because I love them and will tolerate no raisin-slander on my page

"Shut up, Eli, you don't have a band." Fr tho "Spaceship Full of Bees" is an awesome band name

This is actually one of the shorter "episodes" I've done, in which Dale gets the bright idea to keep bees on a spaceship. I looked it up, and you can't keep honeybees inside, not even in a greenhouse, because they need more space than that to roam around. Maybe they could genetically engineer some that are suitable for pollinating weird space plants on a starship. No way will that hilariously backfire. Ginn is clearly familiar with the steroid bees, so she will probably think they're normal.

Dale's other idea is to get chickens. Maybe they can get some domestic space quail instead. They're smaller.

"So after we finished Family Guy, we watched some of The Cleveland Show. Then, when I took her to the zoo, she threw a beer into the bear enclosure, and that's how we both got lifetime bans from The Cheyenne Mountain Zoo."

But yeah imagine learning all this random pop culture info from some raunchy cartoon so you can fit in on an alien planet, but no one bothers telling you that the second-most common pet on that planet can't talk. Good luck to everyone when Ginn meets a parrot...

[chimerickat]

Just saw the ygo ask meme and I MUST know who your favorite minor character is!!! Vital to my continued survival

Does Mai count? She's not a main character so I feel like she counts and I love her. Like, I'm sorry, maybe I'm supposed to think of her perfume trick as cheating but actually it's extremely clever and I love a character who messes with people's heads and is tricky.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 2 ] [ INVESTIGATIONS....START!!!]

( Plaintext: My Best Friend is dead. Her name ...was MARTHA. She resides in the bathroom now, but I'm still trying to make her smile. [ Part 2 ] [ Investigations....start!!!] )

Habit is pretty new around here, but if he can't find a single friend then God help him he is going to make the ghost in the bathroom who may-or-may not-exist-but-hopefully-its-a-may-- his friend. Now if only he had any idea where to start?!?!

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Well, she's fading in relevance, but some rumors still stick- that is atleast a place to start with.....

TO THE DRAMA TUNNEL!!!

( Wanna clarify this is NOT actually drama he's going there for though, that's just what the majority of the place harbours. I guess this particular use is like...more of...Information-Hole??)

[ GIF description: Pinkie Pie from MLP FIM uses a attached slide and somehow slides up and out of an underground lair where she prepares for parties with a variety of party items and folders on everyone's likes and dislikes. End GIF description]

That's right. You heard me, bozo. Habit has a secret underground cave under the angel statue at the forefront of his school full of folders on every single person only used for the V.V.V. Important Purposes Vital For Survival. Such as catty gossip that can be used against you later. He hasn't really told Kamal about it truthfully because he'd never let that fly HQKJSJSK

But sometimes when they're talking after being out of their respective schools he TRIES anyway. Getting really close and whispering conspirationally.

'' So I heared his moms gettin' die-vorced...''

( habitspeak translation: So I heard his moms gettin' divorced...)

''HAHA YES AMAZING''

Sorry guys, Kamal is also trying, but just to keep his cool. The times when he does tolerate enough to give some gossiping ground. Still though, brotato, personal space.....😳😖( blushing emoji and closed-eye agitated emoji )

HOWEVER. He simply won't entertain the idea of this fanciful ghost-hunt his friends picked up and the associated taperecorded interviews, derelict dental records(???), old newspapers, photographs, impromptu questioning around the neighbourhood, bake sales for means to obtain said-newspapers, urban legend discussion printouts, breaking n entering into school offices at 3 AM ... Holy DUCKNUGGETS. Chill out big time, saaley. Don't fuck around and find out with what we don't know, yeah? He's mildly superstitious( despite liking to think himself more rational than that) so he's really uncomfortable with Habit mentioning it.

>POV: your just the janitor in the basement to grab your dust pan but Habit is Happening

[ ID: Meme of a guy with a vast number of papers and red tape stuck together on the wall like a stereotypical conspiracy theorist. He is explaining them raptly with wildly serious looking eyes. End ID]

So, um. Habit gets more huffy around him about that But he Keeps Going Anyway. And getting into more trouble with everyone as usual.

Guys, I NEED you to know I'm TOTALLY imagining a musical sequence where Habit's going through his All Saints High school and EVERYONE'S LIKE....

[ Video Thumbnail ID: A painterly style illustration of the three musicians performing " We Don't Talk About Bruno...But It's Cursed" in the style of the Madrigal family members, but ominously done in glowing greens and bright reds. The title text is in the same colors and has a roughened look. Their eyes all glow green and the man in the middle has rats on him in an imitation of Camilo Madrigal. All of them are posed like they're telling a sinister story, clawing their hands and grinning in an unhinged manner. End ID]

" WE DONT TALK ABOUT MARTHA "

( plaintext: "We don't talk about Martha" )

Of COURSE it would not be like, the exact same bcuz different context. But just the general vibe of someone's real self faded into increasingly contrived stories, the implication that meeting with this person is a portent of bad luck, danger and possibly death itself and an enforced silence on events. And the protagonist wanting to unveil the truth.

Oh and! I particularly took a Catholic school for Habit to go to( it wasn't his choice, Father sent him off ) because of that one line he drops in a PSA " hate the sin love the sinner" I think, which I've most frequently heard around(not personally) as like. An anti LGBT sentiment from Christians. It was jarring to hear in the game, but worked to effect. And also Martha and Habit's story sprung from this one particular song that was sent to me, plus Catholic schools are some of the largest spread in the US, admitting non Catholic students as well. His own family would probably follow a different Russian Orthodox tradition though.

--

Well, what's happening on the B side?

Martha is quite, quite highly amused.

( Also perhaps holding an little flicker of hope, cuz it's like. People who do not fully believe in her cannot see her no-matter-what,

as she found out when she was newly-awakened and tried to go about school as usual

[ Gif description : An animated sequence from the Katawa Shoujo visual novel where Hanako looks on in confusion while students zip past her impossibly fast, their faces and figures blurring. Only one other person stands without moving. It generally represents the feeling of the world leaving Hanako behind. End ID]

<Yup. Kinda traumatizing. Stuff like this is why she prefers to stay stall-confined self-exiled most of the time.>

and also she has to reveal herself voluntarily. She's not shown herself, but he clearly does believe....)

She's like " Woah. DOLLY : O (open mouth emote)" HSJDJDJ A big, walking, talking one. Which he is. It just particularly endears her because she used to have a hobby of collecting them, finding out about their histories and stuff. When she was alive she eventually stopped talking about it because some people would find it embarrassing. Still carries that shame, but hey, there's no soul around to see right now.

Follows him around sometimes, even. Walking in front, clutching the walls above, at his shoulder.

Judgementally spectating him getting into another fight come-to-blows by virtue of his incredibly short-fuse especially with assholes( Hes uh. Stressed. To say the least.) . Only she likes to pretend he's actually following her by walking in front of him all-proud by vaguely predicting which direction he's taking. Actually he doesn't even see her there, but that just reduces any pesky possible arguements, right? Playing pretend is so much better. Few regrets. Like how he has to usually stitch his wounds up himself 'cause skin-bandages feel gross on the fur and don't do much. She could probably do that for him, and better!!! Without all the shaking and sniffling.

That is of course all a big IF. Habit's skyrocketed to the exact sort of notoriety she has spent so many years averting for herself, in like, record time. In a strange turn of events--- this kind of reputation making it hard for him to keep n' make new friends who don't slip through his paws like wilted petals-- has led him to.....someone who would under more non-time displaced circumstances...would NEVER be his friend. No matter how much she both admires and envies his loudly bold, curious and creative side coming through in times like how he touts around and takes apart the one Mecha Jesus Transformer ( from Kamal) with a whole backstory he's made up with his, apparently one friend, now. Or when he refuses to follow taken-for-granted rules without reason( like she couldn't bring herself to). But now, there's no one around to see......

Still, old habits die hard. Even when you're already dead in the ground. So she hesitates...and hesitates some more. Teetering on the edge of an afterlife-changing desicion.

But once...

It's just a regular bathroom visit. Open the door, check for other people, run inside. Regular running away from everyone, letting perenially red eyes run redder when for all the high-achieving to not make anyone mad still the teachers didn't know what to make of him. Running over chipped molars in the mirror-reflection for far too long, the usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, not the cursing God, not the attempts in the stall to muffle his noise lest passing janitors hear, not the barely contained scream, not in-the-end when it all thankfully stops and he slumps down on the closed seat, exhausted.

And then he says something. New.

"I wish ..someone would miss me if I was gone."

Unfortunately this time Habit can't contain the part-excited and part-terrified scream hoarsely ripping from him when all his researching becomes reality.

[ Gif description: Animated cutscene from the Faith games in its signature usually colored-outline, black fill-in, rotoscoped cutscenes. Amy Martin rises up from the edge of the beds end, hands first and then up to her head covered by long hair. There's a slight glitching distortion. End description]

SHE IS HERE.

( Plaintext: She Is Here.)

[darkestheir]

웃:  three people that are important to my muse

▲:  my muse’s happiest memory

three people that are important to my muse.

reynauld is extremely high on this list, if not the top of the list. you wanna talk about someone who is Absolutely Vital to regulus's maintained sanity, you look at this particular knight. they're very, very close and regulus will openly tell you he doesn't think he would have survived without reynauld in the original quest -- and that he would hate the man he would be without him.

dismas is Right Beside reynauld on that list, considering they've both been there the longest. dismas is the kind of no-nonsense but morbid personality that regulus really appreciates -- dismas keeps him grounded while also making sure he doesn't get too down in the dumps.

baldwin's a quite trusted companion as well, because regulus is regularly in awe of how he handles himself when faced with the horrors of the places they visit. he's glad when baldwin lends him an ear for giving advice or just to hear regulus try and work a problem out.

honorable mention because dismas and reynauld kind of count as One, but regulus really like alhazred's company even if most others don't. they make a terrible duo of people studying the eldritch abyss.

my muse's happiest memory.

he has a memory held very close to his heart of sitting in the still-ruined manor, before they had truly started on repairs, and finally finding a place to rest on the balcony while reynauld played a fiddle he had found, filling the space with comfortable music. it felt a little like they could actually make the place a home.

hc meme.

[tearlessrain]

I posted 15,019 times in 2022

That's 2,519 more posts than 2021!

785 posts created (5%)

14,234 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 1,856 of my posts in 2022

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#reference - 17 posts

#khatte - 16 posts

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#long post - 10 posts

#tearless vs ts4 - 10 posts

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#jesus christ - 8 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

most “protect the children” campaigns come with the implication that what’s best for children is 1950s white christian nuclear families and rigid adherence to the status quo, and having been a children I can definitively say that is very very incorrect

43,211 notes - Posted June 4, 2022

#4

the userbase when tumblr attempts literally any contemporary method to profit from us that has been highly effective on every other website:

the userbase when tumblr implements the most deranged and masochistic series of features imaginable immediately after covering our dashes in thousands of crabs:

46,714 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#3

seriously if you step into any offline queer space for like two seconds you'll be staggered by the actual diversity of nonbinary people. I knew someone in college who was amab and balding and had a moustache and dressed like a dad and used she/her pronouns exclusively. I knew multiple people who you'd assume at first sight were cishet who used he/she/they. there are people you can't sort into amab and afab because it's literally impossible to tell because they've been playing 4D gender chess for 30 years.

like. none of it matters. you can make as many boxes and labels as you want, it's not gonna stop people from just being people.

56,064 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#2

alpha bros will always pick lions and wolves to superimpose their "I'm so badass I need no one" memes on as if those aren't the two animals most famous for having a buddy system and excellent group cooperation.

116,846 notes - Posted October 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

listen people are starting to realize tumblr isn’t dead we all need to be as cringe as possible for the next few months, it’s vital to our survival

320,810 notes - Posted January 17, 2022

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[rvnawaytrain]

❝   ―  GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN ❞

AN INDEPENDENT & NON-SELECTIVE portrayal of an original character, JANE DOE, based on extensive lore including explorations of CLASSIC HORROR, FINAL GIRL TROPES, PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR, ENTROPY, GREEK TRAGEDY & MORE . Extremely verse flexible with dozens of established verses available. STRICTLY 18+ FOR MUN COMFORT

Laid to rest by BUNNIGHULEH ( they/it/she & 22 ).

THEMES OF Facing your fate — TEETH BARED AND EMBRACING THE UGLINESS OF SURVIVAL — claws tearing into the belly of the world around you. Rip and feed from the ichor. Ignore the stares, and concerned judgement they won't understand. You have to survive. You will survive. You will live to see the end of this. You WILL survive! (you won't), imperfect victims, crimes to survive, the true sacrifice of survival (WHEN YOU LOOK IN THE MIRROR, WHO DO YOU SEE? AFTER EVERYTHING, IS IT STILL YOU? ), when a kid falls in a broken system, will they even make a sound? Self-exploration, self-realization and what makes an identity — is it a name? a face? a fight? DEATH AS A METAPHOR and INESCAPABLE REALITY (but damn if we won't try), losing yourself and losing grip of what defines you. Upspoken emotions that threaten to choke you. Untreated mental illness. Trauma that has been left to fester & facing it all on your own (is it independence if you never have a choice?) & screaming destinies no one around you seems to heed

AFFILIATED WITH (BLOG LORE). @coastercrushed (OTP, shared verses), @frieddiscjockey (OTP, shared verses) @hangtenn (shared verses), @slateir (BROTP, shared verses and lore), @who-is-muses (brotp & otp, shared verses and lore)

ALSO SEEN ON. Dcwnthercbbithcle

 CARRD | INTEREST CHECKER | MEMES/PROMPTS | PLAYLIST | MULTI-MUSE

WARNING this blog, the stories presented, and the character of Doe by extension is not one of closure or justice. THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING HERE. NO LOVING FAMILIES HUNTING AND FIGHTING FOR JUSTICE, WITH HAPPY MEMORIES HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE. THERE ARE NO HERO COPS OR EXPERT DETECTIVES SWOOPING IN TO RIGHT THE WRONGS OF THE PAST. Doe's story is a tale of shattered dreams, missed futures and potential squandered by a cruel and indifferent world. Doe's story is an unflinching, uncompromising tragedy in all respects and therefore will contain elements that can be distressing, including mentions of systemic violence, untreated mental illness, stalking, trauma, abuse, blood & gore, body horror, and other sensitive subjects.

PLEASE READ AHEAD AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION

RULES BENEATH THE CUT

Hello Hello ! Good morning, afternoon or night, depending on where you are! I see you've found my rules list! Thank you! I really appreciate you coming down here to read this for me! I'll try to spare you from having to read me prattling on, but I'd just like to get an introduction for myself out of the way; then we can get into the fun stuff!

Also, though it's not vital, please know I WILL NEVER BE MAD AT YOU IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY BREAK A RULE. I know it's easy to look at these rules as an ' if you cross, you die , ' sort of deal; however, trust me, I get it! I've accidentally broken rules, and I've had my rules broken; to err is to be human. If you make a mistake, we can always move past it. Just try your best, okay? It's all about respect and trying!

BASICS

Respect my muses’ boundaries.

Respect my personal boundaries.

If there’s one thing I am, it’s slow; please respect that. It's nothing personal. I am just a perfectionist, I study full-time and my interest and energy are fleeting.

Please be nice! This is non-negotiable. I don't care if your muses are rude; I mean, I play Kondraki for god sake; however, OOC I expect you to at least give me common courtesy. Rudeness is not tolerated.

Please, please, please don't use me as a meme/musing source! The occasional reblog is not a big deal, however, I've recently experienced problems with backlogs of reblogs clogging up my notifications, so please go directly to the source!

I am multi-ship and a bit of a shipping whore to be honest. However, I do not auto-ship based on the canon; sometimes I will ship my muses with one another and give them interwoven stories. Sometimes this will mean my muses are not open to being shipped with; other times this means those characters can't be interacted with unless you accept this pre-established relationship. Of course- I will never force these relationships on you. However, please do respect them and my ability to ship or not ship my characters.

I also do what I want! It sounds silly, but my blog is highly canon-divergent and headcanon based. If you don't like that, that's okay, but don't try to get on my back over it!

I am very crossover friendly! If a verse isn't outright written about in the characters, then ask me about it! I can always whip something up for you!

I am 21+, and all of my muses are 18+ ( and often horror-centred ), so NSFW in terms of uncomfortable themes and sometimes straight-up smut WILL occur. If this isn't alright with you, please leave now!

Like I said before, I am uncomfortable with minors interacting because of the sheer nature of this blog, so please, if you are under 18, leave now.

Likewise, I do explore triggering topics regarding mental illness and trauma. If you are uncomfortable, please leave now.

Mun opinion and muse opinion are two different things!! Some of my characters are actually the fucking worst, but I'd like to think I'm not! Haha

I DO…

Encourage you to send asks, prompts, ideas, anything!

Encourage you to choose a muse, or several!

Encourage you to shoot me an ooc ask for any reason, even just to say hi! Especially just to say hi! Haha

Encourage you to not stress and take your time!

Encourage you to read up on my muses and lore!

Encourage you to remind me if you think I've forgotten!

[my-timing-is-digital]

🗣 - signed dr. picard

The screams of a tempestuous pandemonium fused with irate orders intoxicating the idyllic atmosphere were still audible behind him as the android swiftly manoeuvred his way back down the claustrophobic, subterranean maze. The cacophony of the turmoil that was meandering outside and resonated between the rolling hillsides in the remote valley, that expanded outward from the entrance of the cave, was a fierce reminder of why it was imperative to adhere to the Prime Directive ⸺ albeit they were not responsible for violating General Order One, the Romulans were... However, they would still endure the pulverising weight of the magnitude the ensuing repercussions would embody. They could ruminate on the aggregation of errors and infringements they were on the brink of committing, but their primary objective was to seek another exit, another way out of the incapacious labyrinth.

The petrol blue uniform was scorched in the centre of his chest where their electronic weapon had nipped him; the fragile fabric was still smouldering and the lacerations that had been riven by the impact exposed his blackened bioplast sheeting. At moments like these, he considered himself lucky that he did not possess pain receptors and that the outer layers of his design were comprised of high endurance materials... Data sped around the bend of the tunnel and into the cavern where he had left the others. The Doctor was still crouched beside Riker, monitoring his vital signs; an anomalous power surge had incapacitated Riker and whatever systems he had activated could bear a correlation with the sudden arrival of the native inhabitants of the planet who were presently congregating outside. When the android became stationary within a couple of meters radius opposite the other two Starfleet officers, his slender, sinewy fingers were still firmly clutched around the phaser. They had to find a solution to pre-empt a further escalation of this conundrum, preferably before their foes would come bludgeoning down the labyrinthine caves...

The android did not elaborate on his bedraggled appearance; he surmised that Picard was capable of conducting his own extrapolations and formulate his own mental inferences. Besides, it harboured no significance.

    ‘Sir, I am afraid we must locate another exit. They have us surrounded, and if my calculations are correct’ ⸺ which they were, for he seldom erred ⸺ ‘we are outnumbered: 78 to 1. We do not stand a chance,’ he informed Doctor Picard, his yellow eyes momentarily darted down to behold the injured Riker, if only he had heeded Data’s advice concerning the untrustworthy design of the mysterious electronic device... ‘I tried to contact the Enterprise, but it appears they have enabled communication inhibitors ⸺ we can safely assume that the inhibitors are likewise capable of deflecting incoming transport signatures. To put it differently, sir, we cannot escape, only postpone the inevitable by relocating ourselves; in order to survive, we must attempt to find a fissure in their shield and use it to our advantage...’

Meme from [ x ]

[autobot-scout-riella]

Mourn me, @nocte-venator

Drabble Meme | Accepting

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

@nocte-venator

Barricade is dead.

Barricade is dead.

Riella doesn’t want to believe it. She can’t believe it. Barricade doesn’t die. Surviving is what he does. Every time she’s gotten this call before, he’s been fine. Usually not in good shape, but fine. Alive. Usually it’s just a medic who picked up no vital signs, declared him dead, made the call before he started moving again –

Barricade doesn’t die.

But that’s a corpse on the table, wearing his face and his frame.

When she touches his shoulder, he’s cold. His optics are dark, and his plating’s greyed out. There’s no sign of life, not even the strange unlife that is Barricade’s signature.

Check again, she wants to demand. There’ll be a medic somewhere around here. Check a second time, a third time if they have to, wait a little longer, because he doesn’t have a sparkbeat, he doesn’t have an EM field, sometimes the usual metrics for ‘alive’ don’t work on him and he might wake up, he might -

He won’t.

She knows what death looks like. She’s seen it often enough before. That’s it, there on the table.

There’s no sign of how he died. Not yet. But she’ll find out. If someone killed him, if they hunted him down because they thought he was a monster, she’ll find them and she’ll make them pay. It doesn’t matter who and it doesn’t matter how, she’ll find them –

He should wake up. He always wakes up. When he does, he can tell her what happened –

But he won’t.

He won’t ever tell her anything again.

“That’s him?” the enforcer says, and Riella blinks, because she’d forgotten he’s still standing there.

“It’s him.”

The words land like blows. Barricade is dead. The only thing she’ll leave here with is a body.

Kyan, she thinks.

She’s gotten these calls before. They’ve been false alarms. It’s a hazard of being next of kin for the undead. So when she got this one, and when Kyan asked where she was going, she told him she was going to see Barricade –

– he asked when Barricade was going to come over again, and she told him today, because she thought –

Barricade won’t be coming over, ever again.

What is she going to say when she comes home alone?

How is she supposed to tell a sparkling that his favorite person is dead, and that they’ll never see Barricade again?

And then she’s crying, soundlessly but so hard it hurts, and she can’t stop.