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[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

I have such a strange sleep schedule, (I think?)

I generally sleep 5-7 hours and that is enough for me to feel rested and have no tiredness. (More than that and it is not that great for a multitude of reasons) Then every month or so I sleep for 9 hours, and the next two nights I won't get sleepy til 1-2am.

[tabooiart]

i heard mariah!ethan and i blacked out and when i woke up this was in my drawing program. anyways lesbian ethan truthers rise up

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

Hm, thinking about it, I think it may be any word that was introduced to me with the background/history that feels most jarring when I see it used in fantasy. But my experience is not going to be the common knowledge others have, so that probably makes different words jarring for different people.

the thing about writing fantasy stories is that language is so based on history that it can be hard to decide how far suspension of disbelief can carry you word-choice wise - what do you call a french braid in a world with no france? can a queen ann neckline be described if there was no queen ann? where do you draw the line? can you use the word platonic if plato never existed? can you name a character chris in a land without christianity? can you even say ‘bungalow’ in a world where there was no indian language for the word to originate from? is there a single word in any language that doesn’t have a story behind it? to be accurate a fantasy story would be written in a fantasy language but who has the time for that

[multiheadcanons]

MERCS AS SUNRISES

scout: a sunrise that doesn’t pan out the way you would think. thick, rolling clouds obscuring the more favorable conditions to create the pinks and oranges of a photogenic sunrise, but as the sun climbs higher over the horizon, the dazzling yellow rays that shine through each is enough to wake you. the kinds of sunrises where when a beam of sunshine hits you it felt it was made just for you. the sky is a brilliant, clear blue in minutes. it turns into a picturesque morning, regardless of where you are.

soldier: a sunrise from a cruel sun, most normally found in summers. the kind that, throughout the night you look up and see clouds rolling in and hope for an overcast day to break the heat wave, but as the sun rises it completely eradicates each and every cloud, leaving unbearably hot, humid mornings. the kind where you can tell from the reflection of the sun on your neighbor’s windows it may not be a good day to be outside. but somehow you will end up there.

pyro: a sunrise that comes during a wildfire. it’s red, and smoky, and it’s hard to breathe outside. the kinds of sunrises where you can’t see them, but your heart swells, then drops at the lack of the sound of wildlife. you hope they make it to safety. and as you quietly mutter a prayer, or words of manifestation for their safety, you are hit with the sudden question. what about your safety? how will you get out of this? is there a way out? you are sure there is. we are in too modern of a time for you to not have a way out. but the question will never leave you as you check your go bag. it looks like an apocalypse out there. hell is on your doorstep. you can only hope everyone makes it to safety. including yourself.

demo: vivid, bright sunrises. where the clouds all combine with the sky to give a kaleidoscope of colors. the kind where you step out of your door and are washed in a periwinkle, and if you wait a little longer the periwinkle changes to shades of purple you couldn’t sit down and recreate with the highest tech lightboard and the creativity and time of god and the eyes of a mantis shrimp. the sunrises that make you think that maybe all of the struggle is worth it to see sunrises like this. and maybe it is.

heavy: the sunrises that come after a nightly rain. as the sun rises, the rain softens. leaving you to rise to a wet, muggy morning. that smells of teeming life and plant matter. in cooler weather, you may even get a mist, or a fog that morning. the kinds that you feel you can wander into your front yard and get lost in. the clouds may never truly leave, but the rain is quiet, less aggressive. and for that day, that will do.

engineer: them good sunrises. the ones that literally stun you, the ones where you let out a “gah DAMN!”. bright and vivid and beautiful, everything is awash in pink. pinks warmer than the brightest flower. you are pink. and the sun is the bloodiest orange you’ve ever seen. and the clouds look painted, good god. big bellows of low, lazy drifting clouds dyed pinks and oranges you never thought possible. the kinds of sunrises that by all means had to be created by someone.

medic: hazy and orange. the kind where the sun looks red and it doesn’t hurt to stare at. passing slowly through something you can’t tell from the distance is mist, or cloud, or smog. the sunrise you wake early for no reason to watch, and as you watch it develop you feel the primal urge to take cover. today, mother nature decided she will not be kind. the clouds move slow, to the point where you’re not sure if they’re moving. but they have to be. because it’s only getting darker as the sun climbs higher. it must be a storm on the way. but you just don’t know.

sniper: the kind of sunrise that has you begging for less clouds. the kind where you look up and you see the whispers of pink and purple and blue from between the thicket of clouds. but as the sun continues to rise, there is no color. it’s almost as though you imagined it. just clouds that give you the heavy reminder that they would crush you if they were affected by the earth’s gravity any more than they already are. and so many anviled clouds in the sky, daring to drop whatever they hold alongside themselves. but not a drop of rain to speak of.

spy: a sunrise where it seems like no matter how late you stay up, you are never awake to see the clouds form and cover what could be another sunny day. but, if you’re lucky enough, you get to watch the rain begin. and as the sun climbs higher, the rain gets harder. it stops getting brighter after a while, as the storm clouds continue to roll deeper inland. a breath of fresh air the first few times. until they just don’t stop. these make for wretched afternoons. you stare at stars with the feeling that they wait for everyone to sleep to beckon the clouds in. it almost makes you want to stay up all night, if that keeps the clouds away. like catching santa. but you just can’t stay awake long enough, and you rest, turbulent as the clouds sneak in once again, its thunder dully rumbling before it rises everyone in the early hours of the morn.

[queeringclassiclit]

please send me submissions!

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

Saw this in a Dr. Mike vid from Dr. Sanjay Juneja this morning. I have found this for things like vocabulary, tasks I thought I did, and just science facts I had accepted since I was a kid. It's actually kinda cool to relearn sometimes.

[veryinnovative]

tfouuuu 3lik

[1c1cf0]

i love the demon days outfit charlie i love the demon days outfiiiiiiiiit

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

I had this saved in my Pinterest, and recently sent it to a friend who likes bugs! :D

another cool bug on this site is when youre on mobile and suddenly the ads will just move and cover the post youre reading

[web-novel-polls]

Web Novel Weapon Tournament

[Please be courteous in the notes. Don’t make me block you.]

Ruoye - Xie Lian’s spiritual device (TGCF)

Wiki Link

Submission:

Ruoye is technically a demonic weapon or whatever as it doesn't need spiritual power to control, but that also might just be because it's sentient and has a will of it's own but is deeply loyal to Xie Lian obviously. Ruoye can extend REALLY far!!! And he can form protection barriers, and decapitate zombies, and chop vegetables. There's nothing this good bandage baby can't do!! Peak performance! AND it'll pretend to do a snake dance while Xie Lian plays an instrument while busking!! Isn't that adorable! Xie Lian wears it on his wrists usually, and sometimes Ruoye will like tighten or rub his wrists to express fear or comfort Xie Lian and its so cute. Ruoye is so good. Personally I think despite Ruoyes background being like. Horribly tragic, thats what makes it so Good. All that pain and suffering made this thing that ended up protecting Xie Lian all these 800 years. But I left it last in case it's too much.  (tw suicide mention) Ruoye was created after being soaked in Xie Lian's blood when it was used to tie him up while various people stabbed him with a sword a hundred times. Then when he was able to return home, it was used by his parents to kill themselves for a variety of reasons we won't get into. Then, upon finding them, he tried to kill himself too. But his cursed shackles prevented his mortal body from dying, so when he died he just came back; he came back to a silk bandage that after taking the life of 2 royals, and being soaked in the blood of a royal and former god and stuff, it came to life!! With resentment technically. But he's a good boy.

E-ming - Hua Cheng’s cursed scimitar (TGCF)

Wiki Link 

Submission:

E-ming is the best boy. Hua Cheng forged his saber when he was defending humans who got caught in the middle of a big ghost battle for dominance, essentially. He dug out his cursed red eye and created E-ming from it. So his eye is on the pommel of the sword, right in the center above the handle, and it emotes!! When its happy, the eye curves into a crescent and it vibrates!!! It cries when Hua Cheng is mean to it in a fucked up sense of self loathing since his sword is born from him!! E-ming grows bigger when Xie Lian(Hua Cheng's god and eventual husband) kisses the blade, because silly erection joke! But also it begs Xie Lian for praise and attention because its BEST. BOY. Oh and I guess also the entirety of the heavens fears the cursed blade E-ming, which has the power to reopen any wounds its made an on an individual before. Just the thought of E-ming makes gods shake in their boots. But more importantly, he's best boy.

Zheng Yang - Luo Binghe’s sword (SVSSS)

Submission:

Something about a childhood sword that was broken, then preserved, then restored, and in the end was the one that remained, instead of the more powerful one that brought only misery.

[eatingpeanutbutterwithmyfingers]

believe it or not this is au art

u can tell bc they all look ??????????

[deus-ex-mona]

let’s play a game guys

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

The other thing I do when I see things like this is "what would be the benefit?" So let's say Ed Sheeran *didn't* have those on his home? How many homeless people would benefit from that extra space at that particular place?

My first thought is, not that many would probably find themselves there, needing to use that place. So, what would be the benefit if they were down? My first thought - problems from stalkers and such due to high profile/public figure.

Using this question has helped me question headlines like this, even though I may agree with the thing they want me to become upset about.

Please don’t pay for his music.

[fala-alfredo-pasta]

wet dog

[jaywritesrps]

[noseboopsanddandelionwishes]

I do not have the mental power to read and understand this right now, but I am very glad there is an explanation.

So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.