Was trying to type something up but alas. Words hard. Enjoy my image
ID: a line graph titled ‘transsexual headcanons spectrum’. on the far left is “oh well it would be fun for them to be trans ^___^ (closed eye smile emoticon) ( / a world where cis is the minority and Trans is the majority)”. the middle is “I know them”. the right is “Their lore is literally impacted by their transsexualism & I’m the only one who sees it”. end ID.]
Im usually much too shy to send asks but you gotta be the change you want to see, and i agree that asks need to stay so: would you rather right 1 horse sized rat, or 100 rat sized horses?
ah yikes… so my knee jerk reaction is “the 100 rat-sized horses, certainly, as those can be picked off one at a time.” however the risk of my conscience catching up to me by the 30th or 40th horse is too great. how much death could I inflict upon these rat-sized horses before I vow to see death no more? even if pure survival instinct drives me through all 100, what of the aftermath? surrounded by the carnage of 100 tiny horses with only my own wet breath among 100 still chests? inconceivable. war is hell.
So long as the rat sized horses still have the legendary highly breakable legs of normal horses you could eliminate all 100 with a single sweep of a jump rope.
Compelling. Evocative. I can’t shake the notion this is an item on the finite list of things which get you instantly locked out of heaven.
Come at me bro. I grew up AFAB in the 90s. We got this!
ALT
No rat-sized horses will make it near me!
Peter at the Pearly Gates in the cold predawn sips his bitter coffee and reads your list of sins, expressionless. He overlooks everything until he hits page 37 and he pauses, abruptly, and looks at you. Neither of you say it but you know. You both know.
It’s worth noting that the reason the beaver wants the water to be deeper in the first place is that the Beaver is using the deep water as a pantry:
All summer and fall, beavers gather up branches with the leaves they actually eat, and store it in the deep end of the Pond, where the cold water and limited oxygen keep the leaves fresh all winter, so when it’s negative 20 outside, a beaver can take a dip out of it’s lodge, grab some refrigerated leaves in the (relatively) warmer water and go back to it’s cozy little nap hole while everything else is out there suffering and eating bark or the like.
So it’s less “there’s a leak in my house” and more “OH SHIT THE FRIDGE!!”
Gliscor snores lightly. Her pincher has dug a deep dent in the spot of the upper bunk she prefers to hang from when napping.
He makes some tea.
With a chilling howl the gales rush across the mountains, but they can’t pierce through the insulated walls no matter how hard they might try. Their rage knows no end, it seems, but they can’t come in unless invited; and he has no intention of inviting them at all.
Lian sleeps in the lower bunk. He lets him.
He wonders, briefly, how many others are out there in the world, today, yesterday, tomorrow, simply waiting much like them for the cold to pass in the warmth and silence of an unremarkable day.
Iris sleeps in the lower bunk. He lets her.
The trees are sparse beyond the window, leaves fighting to remain on the branches as gusts of wind attempt to rip them off as hard as they can. The glass shudders against the force of the elements but holds steady; the siege will be a long one, and it won’t lose.
He makes some tea.
Crustle snores lightly. His big claws trap between them the ancient battered plush he prefers to hold onto when napping.
As long as we’re talking about weird sibling texts y'all gotta see this completely unprompted banger my sister sent me the other day.
She didn’t even tell me where she got it.
SEVEN AND A HALF FUCKING DOLLARS??????
loo lbr thats just how groceries are these days
I fucking hate inflation we can’t even have canned tuna in this hell world!!!
So I looked up reviews of this specific tuna and I have several things to report:
1) Apparently it really is just that fucking good.
2) There’s an artisan version they sell made with tuna belly which is reportedly phenomenal and despite the $21 price tag I genuinely want to try it.
3) The youtubers who review canned fish are simultaneously the weirdest and most boring people who have ever lived and I’m completely obsessed with them.
Pfft, don’t threaten me with a good time.
Fuck it, 10k notes and I buy the $7 tuna and try it on stream. 50k and I’ll get the expensive stuff too. Have fun <3
ALT
