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“In planning to be a professional naturalist….. I turned to the teeming small creatures that can be held between the thumb and forefinger, the little things that compose the foundations of our ecosystems, the little things that I like to say, run the world.”
Edward O. Wilson
By observing a milkweed plant very closely for more no more than five minutes, you will begin to understand exactly what Wilson was getting at.
#wildflowers#flora#appalachia#vandalia#west virginia#coopers rock state forest#summer#common milkweed#life#diversity#biodiversity#ecology#insects#the little things#life is beautiful#life is fragile#large milkweed bug#longhorn beetle#honeybee#milkweed weevil#seven-spotted ladybug#net-winged beetle#edward o. wilson#e. o. wilson
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Life’s Course…
Tanya Luca
#tanya luca#photographers on tumblr#black and white photography#black and white#about photography#shadows#melancholy#leaf#october#october leaf#October mood#October spleen#life is fragile#life#paths#paths of life#autumnal#haiku#visual poetry#photoblog#photobook#photo archive
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big hug for everyone 💛
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#life is sacred#life is fragile#tell your loved ones how you feel and hug them and spend time with them#💛#mr technodad#mrtechnodad#technodad#mrtechnodad reddit#mrtechnodad updates#technoblade#r/technoblade#mr technodad reddit#subscribe to technoblade#technoblade never dies#tw technoblade death#cw grief#cw cancer#cw death
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So, yesterday I learned that a guy I went to grade school through high school with passed away. No word on why, I know he dealt with addiction and depression like me, so it could be suicide or overdose... in the end it doesn't really matter, he's just gone.
A friend I work with who knew Bob seperate from me told me during our shift and it's just a lot
Bob was weird, he once tried to sell a hooka to a gym/health teacher at our school, but he was genuinely a good guy.
We didn't keep in touch after graduation, I didn't really keep in touch with anyone from high school so that's just par for the course, but in times like these I feel terrible for not trying harder.
I was already careening towards a depressive episode and this isn't really helping... Bob was 33, just 5 months older than me.
Here's to Bob.
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#life#it's short#whether you have or had good or bad experiences#there is always something to be thankful for#whether a person place or thing#an experience a lesson or a stepping stone down your path#blessings surround you everyday#life is fragile#but life is fun
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A Billionaire’s Scaling Problem
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Embrace
Lovers since High School days at Trou de Cyprès, Cypress Hole, on the prairie. He a football player, she a cheerleader. Country folk, church goers, and friendly.
Post High School they attended college. He became a coach and she taught Home Economics. The young couple had one child, a red-haired, freckled girl, named Petite Rouge.
One morning got up, felt a lump under his right nipple. Diagnosed as breast cancer; he passed one month later.
She had a newborn boy she named Petit Rouge in remembrance of him.
Life is fragile, enjoy each moment, now is the time to live; embrace.
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Got the news a colleague passed away suddenly last week. We worked together reasonably closely in my last role because she was an expert on place-based things and I'd have lots of questions for her and her team.
She has an out of office message on, saying she's on leave and will return 18 April. I guess in the poetry of life it will never be turned off, she will never return from that leave.
It doesn't feel real.
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i think some people got the wrong message after watching every movie where mean bullies call the quirky but ultimately loveable protagonist a "freak"
calling people freaks isn't bad just because sometimes you're wrong and that weird girl was actually very nice and saved everyone at prom from a mummy's curse.
calling people freaks is bad because dividing the world into "good people who are normal" and "bad people who are abnormal" makes you a tedious goddamn asshole
#freaks aren't bad you're just too fragile to handle the beautiful complexity of the real world#and you will spend your whole life being a huge jerk to people who don't deserve the deeply annoying ordeal of having met you#or you could maybe hold an earthworm in your hand for awhile and get over it
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“Led Zeppelin? Never heard of them,” Steve lies, like a liar. Of course he’s heard of them, thinks maybe Hop’s mentioned them before. Doesn’t really know the band well, and probably definitely couldn’t name a song. But the comment serves its purpose, and the trap is set.
Eddie calls it the Zep Campaign. Every day they’ll listen to one album, and Steve will pick his favorite song from each. Eight days for eight albums. On the last day, they’ll narrow it down to one song to rule them all– because apparently even Led Zeppelin likes the Mordor books Dustin doesn’t shut up about.
Each day, Steve struggles to pick a favorite. Day four isn’t bad– doesn’t mind a song that is actually called Rock and Roll, which is just a lazy title in his opinion– but they’re only half way through and the songs are all starting to sound the same. An endless stream of too-fast guitar melodies and weird, wobbly sounds he’s sure he’s never heard before. The vocals are his favorite part, but the lyrics are vague and confusing.
Long story short, he’s not a fan.
But this growing thing between him and this ridiculous metalhead is new, fragile. So if it’s important to Eddie, it’s important to Steve.
“Stevie, we really don’t have to keep doing this,” Eddie concedes. It’s day eight, the final album, and he thinks even Eddie might be desperate to listen to something different. “You’ve listened to every other album and honestly this one is the worst. They were all on drugs, and this isn’t even their sound ya know? Like it’s not even real metal.”
And honestly, Steve does know. He’s been listening to this band for eight days and yeah, all the songs sound the same. But these ones are different. Softer. He’s made it this far, and he’s nothing if not persistent for the people he loves.
Sprawled out on the floor next to the boy he likes, passing a fading joint back and forth, he thinks he can suffer a bit longer.
“No Eds come on, we’re halfway through anyways. Just flip it over and we’ll smoke while we finish.” Eddie huffs a sigh, but Steve can see the slight uptick of his lips, reminding him of why he’s doing this. He flips the record and crawls back, presses himself flush up against Steve’s side.
The next song is long, too long to keep his attention. They burn down their joint and Steve leans heavily onto Eddie’s open chest. He gets lost staring at the vinyl art. A guy dressed in a fancy white suit sits alone in a dive bar, the only splash of color against a dull background. The bartender looks gruff, like the rest of the bar, making the man stand out even more. He wonders if that’s how he looks posted up at the Hideout during Eddie’s shows. Wonders if he looks just as out of place in Eddie’s life as this man does, even though he looks comfortable there too.
Eddie shifts his arms around Steve, bringing him back to the present. The song has changed and Steve feels the slow melody wash over him.
“Wait,” Steve cries out, flailing up and out of Eddie’s arms as he registers the new song. It’s soft with a steady beat. It’s got synth-- the sound Eddie told him he likes in pop music. This song isn’t loud and chaotic like the rest. The voice is soothing and the lyrics are mostly simple enough. It’s different, and he can’t believe it but–
All of my love, all of my love
all of my love to you, oh
“This one. I like this song. Like actually like it.”
Eddie sits up and stares at him. He can see the dramatic shock and annoyance on Eddie’s face. But it’s doing nothing to hide his broad smile and shining eyes.
“Steven. Stevie. Baby, sweetheart, this absolutely cannot be your favorite Zeppelin song. Out of all the songs on all the albums and all the hours of poetic melodies I’ve forced upon you, you choose the most non-Zep Zeppelin song.” Steve laughs sweetly as he watches Eddie fail to keep the glee out of his supposedly annoyed voice.
The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again
One voice is clear above the din
“This song isn’t even metall!" Eddie screeches. He rants and raves, waiving his arms as he regales Steve with all of the reasons he should absolutely not like this one particular song. He's shining with happiness, dial turned up to a hundred and it's all aimed at Steve. He can't help but to gaze back fondly, enraptured in the adorably obnoxious spectacle.
"It’s all synth, almost no guitar because Page didn’t even write this one! He wrote all of them except two songs, Stevie, and of course that’s the one you chose. No one who knows good music even likes this album. It’s not even metal music and honestly I almost didn’t show it to you, that’s how bad it is!” They're both giggling, leaning falling slowly into the other's space. Facing one another, their feet tangled together, Steve twists and pulls on Eddie's rings. Just to touch.
“Well, maybe that’s why I like it,” Steve snarks, taking his hand. “Plus it’s a love song.” Daring to reach out.
All of my love, all of my love, yes
All of my love to you
Eddie’s smile dims a bit, softens at the edges as he grows serious. “It’s not a love song Stevie, not like that.” He’s looking at Steve but he isn’t. Looking past him into the back of his thoughts. “The lead singer, he wrote it for his son. His kid died of some kind of bad illness while he was on tour. Didn’t make it back in time.”
He pauses, and Steve waits. Knows Eddie has more to say, hoping his patience will pay off. Eddie’s sight refocuses and he heaves a heavy sigh. His eyes glisten as they lock onto Steve.
“My mom used to sing it all the time. While she was cooking, or putting me to bed, or pulling weeds in the garden. She’d sing it constantly. Hell, she didn’t even know all the words, but she’d still try and sing the interludes– ya know, the music between the lyrics.” He laughs lightly, a stray tear just barely hanging on. Steve tightens his grip around Eddie’s hands and presses a kiss to his knuckles. A silent sign of gentle support and encouragement.
“Sounds like a love song to me,” Steve whispers. Leaning forward, he presses a kiss to his forehead and pulls Eddie into a tight hug.
All of my love, all of my love, to you now
“A love song just for you, from both of us.”
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I've always headcanoned that Eddie loves Led Zeppelin, because he plays guitar and loves metal and reads Lord of the Rings so of course he would.
#It's 1:30am and life is chaos#I wrote this in two hours after i spent all day at work hyperfixating on one of my favorite bands#This is all wikipedia so if something's wrong no it isn't i'm too fragile for corrections#if you see typos no you didn't#ramble on is eddie's vecna song#change my mind#steddie#steddie fic#steddie ficlet#eddie munson#steve harrington#led zeppelin#eddie munson headcanon#steddie headcanon#QueenieWritesStories
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Watching bdubs last life playthru and really impressed that they not only survived the nether but also a scar attack. and bdubs is also ill the whole time?? They are held together with popsicle sticks and glue 👍
#hermitcraft#hermitblr#hermitcraft fanart#bdoubleo100#hermitcraft bdubs#ethoslab#hc etho#they are such a great duo#every time etho is like youre such a fragile little flower i lose it#last life#last life smp#mcyt#my art
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Can we get aang and sokka dancing for funzies?💖
you sure can! [id in alt]
#thanks for the ask!!#aang#sokka#aang fanart#sokka fanart#avatar the last airbender#atla fanart#i redrew this so many times for weeks i could not figure out good poses#but last night i saw barbie and was inspired. i feel like the ken song is something aang would relate to for an angsty moment akjfgdh#is it my destiny to live and die a life of bald fragility?#asks#avatar the last airbender fanart#myart
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he’s just…..
#i cant hold onto this knowledge until i do the halloween keg art. thats too far away.#his destiny to live and die a life of blond fragility
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Ok I’m freaking out over the quirk shenanigans going by on in this chapter… but isn’t it something that Overhaul with his disassemble/reassemble quirk didn’t give two shits about his underlings’ health and wellbeing since he could put them back together if he needed them…
…but Tomura with only the modified disassemble part of that quirk treated his team like they were precious and worth fighting for?
#bnha 419#bnha spoilers#shigaraki tomura#overhaul#kai chisaki#like oh my god what a beautiful little thing going on here#the guy who knows how fragile life is treats his friends with care vs the guy who can repair anything sees others as expendable#I’m losing my mind over much of this chapter but this really stuck out to me#smol likes#smol’s weird ass shit
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good old times
#invincible#invincible show#invincible fanart#mark grayson#nolan grayson#debbie grayson#fan art#artists on tumblr#digital art#sketch#doodle#my art#i headcanon that mark was THE ugliest baby ever and nolan's immediate reaction to seeing mark was the most disgusted 'ew' of all time#mainly bc i think it would be the funniest thing ever actually#then he gets attached and is like 'how did this happen. he is so ugly'#nolan grayson: mark may be an ugly baby. but he is MY ugly baby#sorry i have actual deep thoughts about this show but i have to meme on it or else it becomes a little too depressing#nolan being clueless about kids. esp human kids is another hc#humans are so fragile so i must bundle my part human child in winter clothes in the middle of spring <- nolan's thought process#debbie thinks it's cute#making myself depressed knowing how this family turns out#whatever nolan wins the most divorced man award. i need debbie to explode him#what could have been scenarios always get me because like. what if nolan stopped being constipated and had a rational thought for once#if he was able to see how insane the viltrumite way of life was and was able to properly cope with breaking away from it...
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