another underappreciated tumblr feature that you dont get on other sites is the queue. i love it when something i thought was funny six months ago and then forgot about a week later crawlts its way out of the processing vortex and i get to see it all over again.
Parental unit lost the car keys in the woods the other day, and had to get a metal detector to find them again. Today I was shown to the spot and decided to take some pics on the way of the different mushrooms growing in a November mostly-oak-forest (and some moss and tree bark :3)
A poem I wrote a while ago, during the fifth online meeting that month
I sit here
And listen
Or don't listen at all.
Can you hear me? Says the presenter
Yes
Yes
Yes
Yes, says the chat.
I sit here
Unseen, unheard -
Oh God, am I unheard?
Unseen?
Please let me be -
Yes!
Muted, the one eyed spy blind.
I sit here
And not-listen
And try to stay awake in this screen brightened darkened room.
I should listen.
I can't.
I won't.
I don't need to,
The presentation will be sent
To all participants
At the end.
Then why
Why
Why
Do we listen?
We hear, but we don't listen.
I made this for a Mothership one-shot last year. The crew crashlanded on a desert planet due to strange signals confusing the ship computer. Running from a sandstorm they entered a cave, one-shotted the giant alien scorpion that was supposed to be their first combat encounter... and ventured further inside, where they found the luminouscent fungus (you cannot kill me in a way that matters).