i can't be having more writing ideas during this time however
time travelling microbiologist
they worked with a physicist to invent a time machine, the physicist did it for their paper, the microbiologist simply wanted to find out which RNA method life evolved with only to be able to tell certain people "i know you're wrong" but never explain how they know this
they never tell the paleontology people about the machine but make friends with them only to rearrange their fossil structures subtly and never tell them about it
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(piece of a) carrot + straw = carrot stamp/brush
stomping the shitty white color pigments onto a damn piece of fabric with that damn carrot stamp/brush like a maniac:
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Ok now please forgive this terrible and crude drawing and step into my mind. Just comedic things I think about in my everyday life…..
I keep listening to Yusef Stevens “Peace Train” which is an AWESOME song and a lot of the time I’ll listen to it while walking to work and I keep thinking about cut scenes from awesome comedic shows such as Brooklyn Nine-Nine and thought how hilarious it would be having a cut scene of someone just minding their own business on their way to work or wherever just listening to Peace Train when all of a sudden it gets to the chorus and in a flash someone runs up to them and punches them in the face. Just the irony of the situation makes me smile and crack up! So I decided to draw an example and now you can enjoy or just laugh at my lack of art skills. Up to you but yeah 😂
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kinda obsessed with the idea of quiet enemies-to-lovers, actually. i feel like so many enemies-to-lovers ships are so loud, there's so much banter and snark and backtalk, and there's nothing wrong with that; but i love enemies-to-lovers where the loathing is in dark glares and the tense silence enveloping the two, where "i despise you" is conveyed with one look. where, lurking in the quiet, there lies an understanding of hatred—and, eventually, an understanding of something else, entirely.
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I've been thinking about tolkien lately, and i know this must've happened to many fathers and mothers across europe in the 1940s, but
do you ever think about how tolkien was sent to fight in a pointless, brutal, terrible war, from which only he and one of his friends returned? a war that promised young british men that they would find glory, only to find death and trauma and suffering? and when he returned, stricken with trench fever, he told his children stories of the adventures of a humble hobbit - a simple tale, that maybe purposefully didn't reflect just how awful his own "adventure" was.
And then just 20 years later, those children, his children who had heard those stories of a humble hobbit, got sent to fight in another brutal, devastating war, and he had to watch them go without him, knowing what they would go through because it had happened to him.
and this time, after that second war was over, and his sons had returned to him safely, he wrote another tale. This one not as simple. This one not for children, but for the grown men and soldiers his sons had been forced to become. This one centered the brutalities of war but also the hope of friendship and love.
i just. do you ever think about john ronald reuel tolkien???
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I hate this stupid picture SO MUCH
I see it posted EVERYWHERE online and it’s always full of comments praising it and it just fills me with rage. Everything about this image is a terrible idea. Fuck this thing.
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