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writerofweird · 4 hours
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An urgent plea from the stars to you
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writerofweird · 5 hours
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How you can take action to stop Israel’s genocide
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writerofweird · 5 hours
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here. take it. it doesn't take more than two seconds to help.
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writerofweird · 5 hours
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reminder: the boycotts are working. so keep up the ongoing boycott movement because we have the power to reduce the unscrupulous companies to nothing. also, be sure to unfollow anybody and anything that still supports them, and educate the people around you on the importance of doing the same.
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writerofweird · 5 hours
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writerofweird · 6 hours
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I have a non-glow-in-the-dark "The Horror Colouring Book" by the same people! It's also pretty sick, and includes a Nuckelavee!
They sure are making some sick as hell coloring books lately
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writerofweird · 14 hours
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writerofweird · 15 hours
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Bookshop.org is having a free shipping sale today. Good time to get a copy of HELLAWEEN if you haven’t and support small bookstores!
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writerofweird · 16 hours
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November 15, 2021. A new dwarf planet has been discovered in our solar neighbourhood. It was given the provisional name Xipe Totec. It has gone unnoticed due to its small size and complex orbit, but it recently passed close enough for this first image to be captured.
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writerofweird · 17 hours
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There's a bunch of adhd advice out there that's like "people with adhd tend to work better under deadlines due to the anxiety so here are ways to artificially induce a stress response in order to get you to get work done" and it's like well what if I don't want to be stressed out all the time in order to function
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writerofweird · 17 hours
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Credits: @madi_danger
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writerofweird · 17 hours
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A lot clicked for me when my mom said the reason she was so reactive towards me as a kid was that she assumed intent behind things I did, rather than recognizing my behaviors for being normal kid behaviors or normal autism behaviors. So I got treated as if I was an adult who was intentionally doing things to upset her. She'd react to me like I had the maturity and wherewithal to do things in a cruel or manipulative way, making her life harder, when I was just existing. Just trying to learn how to cope and be a person myself. When she told me this I stopped in my tracks trying to process. Why would anyone's default assumption be that a kid is trying to antagonize them instead of like, struggling with something they're experiencing? But she was also raised the exact same way, treated like everything she did carried the weight of adult responsibility, not seen as a kid.
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writerofweird · 18 hours
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Someone agrees with you:
And if you want a scary story about this, I wrote one in the comments:
He was the only one who believed in me, Bridget thought as she held her late husband's brain, and now I'm going to prove him right.
Everybody had heard the story about the mad scientist whose theories were laughed at, Bridget knew, and everybody had heard about the mad scientist with the living brain in a jar, patiently waiting for the perfect victim to approach their castle so that victim could be the brain's new host. Bridget had been accused of being that mad scientist, and though she had revived a brain and planned on giving it a body, she wanted to do so without hurting anyone.
Many had said that people were more their brains than their bodies, but Bridget believed that, in some ways, the brain and the body were one and the same. The brain was the reason the body instinctively ducked and dodged, what had aided humanity from the beginning. The brain contained information, and much of that information regarded the body that housed it, the body it was. There were people who had an image of what they looked like due to reflections and photographs, and that was because of the brain. They could feel and control appendages because of the brain.
So, Bridget thought, if a brain that knows about and controls a body could be revived, a full resurrection using the brain as a starting point would be possible.
She placed Max's brain in what looked like a large basketball hoop, reminding her of the sideshow at the funfair Max had several goes at to win her a toy. As the brain levitated in that hoop, Bridget placed several wires into that brain, hoping they would easily be pulled out without too much harm after the body regeneration was complete.
Like the mad scientist she was told she was, she threw the switch.
The brain wobbled and bubbled, and Bridget was almost certain it would explode until she saw two eyestalks squirm their way out, with Max's eyeballs ballooning instantly afterwards. The nervous system sprouted afterwards, which reminded Bridget of roots, which reminded her of the garden she and Max kept.
'Yes,' she said to her reforming husband, chuckling as tears poured down her cheeks, 'that's it, Max.'
The nervous system finished forming, and Bridget was certain any second, bone would materialise around it. Though she pictured what would look like dust particles flowing from the brain, coming together to create a rib cage and a skull, the nervous system just hovered in place, swaying back and forth.
'No...'
The nervous system descended.
'No!'
Right before she could slam her fist in her control board, to punish both her creation and herself for failure, the nervous system stood up. With movement like tassels on the end of a kite, it approached Bridget, lifting what should have controlled a left arm.
'I'm sorry,' Bridget wheezed.
Max placed what counted as fingers on her head.
Don't be.
He had no mouth nor a tongue, but Bridget heard the words clearly.
'No,' Bridget replied after swallowing, 'you...you were supposed to have your full body back.'
Max gestured towards the lab skeleton in the corner.
I can go into that if it'll make you feel better.
'No,' Bridget repeated, wiping away tears and mucus with her sleeve, 'don't...maybe...'
...they were right? No, don't think that, Bridget. You're a marvellous scientist.
Max placed his fingers on her cheeks, and it did feel like his fingers.
'I think something in the machine short circuited. You'll...'
But you know what we could do?
'What?'
We could visit those naysayers right now. If they think you're a mad scientist, let them think you created a monster and give them a good scare.
Bridget laughed. That was her husband, her husband resurrected.
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writerofweird · 18 hours
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original tweet for credit and print out here
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writerofweird · 18 hours
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hello shipwrecked 64 fandom i bring you this guy i made :3 he's basically an ice cream man who occasionally gets visited by bucky and his crew just for a nice break from sailing (drawings separated under cut)
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writerofweird · 18 hours
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This guy FLOODS the notes on pro-choice posts with shit like this.
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....and when I DM'ed him about it, he did what every dumbass does and insisted I drag him publicly instead, because somehow these guys don't understand that dragging them publicly is what generates way more hatemail for them. Feel free to give him a demonstration :)
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writerofweird · 18 hours
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nothing is awkward or cheesy if you dont give a fuck. im on this earth to have a good time not to be seen as cool
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