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There is a happiness no-one else knows:
the feeling of mud between fully webbed toes;
the caress of a breeze on your moist shiny skin;
the warmth of the sunlight that slowly soaks in;
the gentlest hum of a thought far away,
as you sit and you soak and let time tick away.
#poetry#herpetology#frogs#meme#you cannot win in a game of patience against any amphibian or reptile#to me nothing signifies the difference in our minds and bodies more than that simple fact#endotherms are so bloody impatient#because we feel ourselves ticking faster than everything around us#ectotherms literally chill to the tempo of the moment#it's a marvellous and challenging thing to behold#answers by mark#princezilla
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I know almost nothing about vtubers and every single thing I see or learn about the vtuber industry validates all of my worst presumptions and vindicates my ill informed disdain.
I mean, I have bad news for you regarding literally every entertainment adjacent industry if you feel that way. Really, really bad news.
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Thinking about Nora dropping to her knees in pure despair banging on the one way portal while sobbing until it vanishes with Jaune still inside. That reunion is definitely going to be something.
The JNR reunion is going to RUIN me
It’s going to be so freaking good, but it’s going to MURDER ME
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... which frog post is it?
This one!
[Image ID: Two screenshots of one tumblr post, as follows. should-be-sleeping: In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine. should-be-sleeping: [pictures of a reply to the post where tarynnasaurus says "Truly was not expecting to read anything like that today"] I kept it in a terrarium and it became a normal [frog emogi] despite everything. About a year afterward (I though) it died, so I sadly put it in a shoebox in the shed until the ground thawed enough for a proper funeral but when teh day came I opened the box and the frog was fine. justprettygay: [picture of jesus emerging from his tomb]. should-be-sleeping: This is funnier than anything I have ever said. should-be-sleeping: This post is to Easter what a Geiger counter is to radiation. /End ID]
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Tagged you in a post I think a lot of the people you've been dealing with over the past year should see.
I just saw and reblogged.
I actually...just read about this on Twitter. And my heart breaks for this person. I really hope they don't give up.
I've said for nine months that this blind "callout culture" on Tumblr and Twitter is going to get someone killed. There was no other endpoint to this. I don't know how we have repackaged the kind of cyberbullying that gets kids like Megan Meier and Tyler Clementi to kill themselves--into justice. I genuinely am at a loss at this.
Somewhat of a tangent, but I'm watching a documentary called "Savior Complex" on HBOMax and it's fantastic. It's about Renee Bach, the idiot 19-year-old who went to Uganda believing she was sent by God to save them and was involved in treating Ugandan children medically, despite not having a medical degree.
And there's this organization that calls her out, called "NoWhiteSaviors", which started out as a really good thing! It brought attention to what this idiot woman was doing, it shut down her clinic, and it caught the attention of the Ugandan government and a Ugandan legal team, so they could explore options.
But now I'm hearing the Ugandan lawyer's frustration with the social media organization, how they got upset with her when she said she couldn't pursue a criminal case, it needed to be a civil case. They also got upset when a Ugandan mother insisted that Renee helped her child, got her to an expensive hospital, and paid the bill--but this organization went on to post a social media picture of that child's scars, accusing Renee of disfiguring them. (It's a very complicated situation, Renee was absolutely taking advantage of the community--but if the mother is not interested in accusing or suing Renee, you have to accept that, you can't manipulate them into outrage porn.)
It got to a point where the social media organization was more interested in profiting on spicy outrage instead of actually helping the Ugandan community that was affected by Renee's actions. The lawyer even remarked she didn't know WHAT #NoWhiteSaviors ultimate goal was in going after Renee.
They've lost the focus on what was originally a noble goal on dismantling Evangelicalism neocolonialist nonprofits in Uganda, to waging social media war on one person. However awful Renee is, how is this helping with the original goal?
I recognize this is an imperfect parallel. But I suppose I'm more mediating on "callouts" in general on the internet and if it is possible to have an ethical callout or if they just end up doing more harm than good.
We needed callouts to take down powerful men who were abusing women in Hollywood. This is what sparked #MeToo.
You know what we don't need callouts on? Stupid petty fandom drama. People drawing pictures of things that make you feel icky. People creating stories you don't like.
I'm rambling. But I'm tired, man.
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Great Chief is hilarious because the event is basically: Extremely gay crocodile reads to many trashy Yandere romance novels and bad self help books, so she shoots down her crushes plane with a rocket launcher.
I don't think it all really hit me until I saw it all typed it out in this ask, but yeah, Great Chief is hilarious.
Just the image of Tomimi eyeing Gavial's plane through the rocket launcher, thinking to herself, "This is how romance works, right?", it's just such a delightful image.
And no wonder she was the first to meet Gavial, she was already nearby.
I cannot say just how hilarious it is to me, that her plan to romance Gavial was to shoot her plane down. With a rocket launcher. And then when she becomes Chief, she just has every single person in the village all attack Gavial, so she will stay, and they can date.
Plus, it felt like a really nice and calm event. Which feels like a trend with the two Gavial events we've got.
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Sometimes the cities grow so big that they collide and fuse with other cities and they just keep growing together endlessly with no clear distinction where one ends and another begins as all habitable land is overtaken by an infinite urban mass
My home city is 11km across at the widest. I am never more than 5.5km from farmland at any moment.
Until this moment, I thought I was a city kid. Like me a nice city.
That's just... too much city.
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It's Saturday ask time!
@princezilla Furries vs Horde Prime would be an epic fight, I won't lie. And hey, my furry ex would probably be up for some murder. Again 😒
@elf-kid2 I've actually not long finished that scene! And the clones generally tend to repeat Horde Prime's increasingly-outlandish claims about himself, and love talking about "the best xxxxxx in the universe, Horde Prime"
So true of you to say
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..... what if the first person Ruby finds in wonderland is Penny's body?
The falling feels like it takes days.
The thing is, she’s got sight of Blake. Wind and magic are howling around her, her pulse roaring in her ears, throat stopped with terror and regret, but. She’s got sight of Blake, even if they can’t talk. She’s got sight of Blake until suddenly she doesn’t, as they plunge through the dark, and all she can think is--
This is what it was like for Yang. This is what Yang saw, this is what Yang felt. At the end.
She hopes it won’t hurt.
(It doesn’t. Hurt, that is. When she lands. But she has no recollection of landing.)
When she wakes, she’s warm. She can’t remember when she last felt warmth, not in the frigidness of the Atlas air--
--that’s not true, she can, she can remember exactly. Arms familiar in their strength but thrillingly novel in their softness around her and Do hugs always make you feel this warm inside? and yes, they do, they always have. From her they always, always have--
-- but here it’s humid and balmy, sand beneath her back and a canopy of trees above her. She can hear the crash of waves, somewhere off to her left.
“Blake?!” she calls as she gets to her feet, because they couldn’t have been separated that long, Blake couldn’t have gotten that far. And then, when she hears nothing, she tries frantically, hopefully: “Yang?!”
Nothing.
(She remembers the market, back on Patch. How Yang would take her along in the wagon when she went for groceries because leaving Ruby alone at home-- well. Alone-enough, alone with Dad, who was there but not present-- didn’t seem like an option. How Ruby went wandering, once, enticed by the colorful fruit displays, and they spent nearly an hour missing each other by moments once they realized they were separated. How when they’d finally reunited, Yang had grabbed her by the shoulders and said, in her most serious voice, If you ever get lost I need you to stay where you are. I’m gonna come find you, okay? I promise. But if I’m looking for you, and you’re looking for me, that makes it harder. I will retrace my steps. That’s my job. Your job is to stay where you are.)
But there’s no steps to retrace, not this time. And if Ruby stops moving she’ll start crying, and if she starts crying she’ll never stop. So she puts one foot in front of the other and looks around to get her bearings.
She finds the beach easily enough, the shore spreading out endlessly in either direction. She calls names as she goes, but hears nothing but the water and the sound of her own voice.
And yet still-- despite the fact that she’s looking-- she’s surprised when she sees the body.
It’s the hair she notices first, coppery strands glinting in the sunlight (is it sunlight? she suddenly realizes she’s not sure) and she’s running before she’s even fully processed what’s she’s seen, “Penny Penny PENNY--” falling from her mouth as she stumbles and sprints and falls to her knees to turn her over, to check her breathing--
-- only Penny’s torso, when Ruby rolls her onto her back, is painted with blood. Not the green stuff she remembers from Schnee Manor, but. Blood. Real blood.
Red as rubies.
“No, no, no, no no no no no-- please--”
She reaches, instinctive, to look for a heartbeat, but as her stretching fingers span Penny’s chest they find only the divots of puncture wounds. Arrayed claw marks, in the shape of a grasping hand, if only her grip were a little wider. A little less human. (There’s a stab wound, too, deep in her stomach, and that-- wouldn’t it be cauterized? Cinder’s never made a sword she didn’t set aflame, that doesn’t seem right, that doesn’t seem--)
(-- none of this is right--)
She’s cold to the touch, is the thing. And Penny’s never been that, not even when she was steel and circuitry; she always hummed with energy, with heat, with life.
“Penny, please--”
But she’s gone.
She’s gone.
Kill me. Kill me, and I can make sure the power goes to you.
That’s what she’d said.
Ruby takes a deep breath-- shuddering, a hiccup-- and tries to feel it, tries to trace the edge of a foreign power inside of her, but there’s nothing, she doesn’t feel any different--
--that’s not true, she feels wholly different. She feels changed, feels entirely unlike herself, feels monstrous and desperate and devastated. Feels like she could tear the world apart, like she could kick at the columns here in this place beneath all places that hold Remnant up and bring everything she’s ever known crumbling down on top of her with the strength of her grief; she just got her back, she just got her back, they were--
It stays nothing. When she reaches for an unlocked tempest within, all she finds is her own sorrow; when she squeezes her eyes shut and thinks fire, all that comes are tears.
So-- so Cinder took everything, then.
Even this.
Not the power-- Ruby couldn’t care less about that, not now, but. The legacy. The promise that at least a part of Penny might live on, might linger in someone who loved her.
-- who loved her--
“Ruby?!”
She could swear she hears the sound of her own name, but it’s distant. Barely audible, even, over the unholy racket that’s surrounding her, this-- this awful noise--
-- it’s her, she realizes. She’s screaming, she must be screaming, wracked with incoherent sobs--
Sturdy arms embrace her from behind, a voice saying “Ruby, Ruby, I’ve got you, it’s okay, it’s-- is that blood? Is she--? Oh, Ruby--”
And Ruby collapses backwards into Blake’s shaking hold, and cries, and cries, and cries.
Staying where she is, in the hopes that she’ll be found.
#rwby#rwby spoilers#ruby rose#penny polendina#nuts and dolts#ruby and penny#fic what i wrote#princezilla
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I feel like we should talk about this more
What's a little cannibalism between friends? Between Aegir*?
I do like how this also means that, due to Highmore's lingering doubts making her unable to truly let go of her humanity and go full Seaborn, her human form was actually encased at the center of all that Flying Jellyfish monster form... So, basically, during moments of stress or self-doubt, it could just grow again, since it's technically part of her actual physiology now. Mizuki had to actually perform the first act of in-universe Arknights peeling in order to 'retrieve' Highmore. Conversely, Highmore is the first canonically peeled Operator in the game.
And if it grows again, well, that simply means we get free BBQ.
Regardless of whether the source of the meal agrees with it or not.
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Consider: Jaune goes after the Cat and they use Neo's semblance to bring the Pyrrha copy back
AH
Honestly the fact that Jaune DIDNT see fakePyrrha beating up Ruby was the only thing keeping me sane after last episode
IF THAT HAPPENS
IM GOING TO SCREAM
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Congratulations, you are finally free
IM FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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How much you wanna bet that purple petals mean guilt?
I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE PURPLE PETALS ARE
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You got me thinking about OUAT again and I'm not sure I can ever forgive you for that.
I'M SORRY. I HAD TO START REWATCHING SO I COULD WORK ON MY PROJECT TO FINISH ALL OUTSTANDING RUMBELLE AND SWANFIRE WIPS.
IF IT HELPS, I HATE IT TOO. I HATE HOW MUCH I LOVE SEASON 1. I HATE ALL THE FONDNESS I FEEL WHEN I SEE THE CHARACTERS, HOW I'LL CRY WHEN I GET TO BAELFIRE, HOW ANGRY I REMEMBER FEELING WHEN GRAHAM DIED.
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