beavers have the lifestyle that most children dream of. dig and travel through underwater canals. dam a river and flood the local woodlands. stomp mud into dam to seal. swim to flooded trees and destroy them. live in a secret hideout with a underwater entrance. full ownership over an engineering project
I might actually use this one, someday.
A character with "true sight," or some kind of uncontrolled visionary episodes, isn't suffering from "misidentified psychosis," but is intuiting an extrapolated future based on the information they have.
They can predict the future, but it looks like insanity or a neurological condition. As they get older, more experienced, and better informed, their visions will get more accurate. Assuming they can survive that long.
Because even being right, or living in a culture that believes in oracles or prophecy, won't guarantee you get believed or respected. After all, humans are humans... or maybe I should say, people are people. If nobody wants to believe that something is a bad idea, they won't. If everyone wants to believe the army can brush the enemy aside without much trouble, they will despise you for harshing their vibe.
And don't think it will get better if you're right, or keep being right. They won't apologize to you, or change their attitude toward your prophecy (well, a small minority might). Most of them resent you for making them look bad, and will find a way to blame you for the very thing you warned them about.
This is not a god-emperor.
This is a god whose name is "Emperor."
Long-dead, he was the last ruler of a once-powerful empire whose cultural influence outlasted it.
Was he deified in his lifetime? We no longer know. But he is deified now.
While his memory lives on, his true name has been lost. At some point, the word "emperor" ceased to have meaning except when referring to him, therefore his name is now Emperor.
rocket man is a better song than space oddity and i will fight you over this
Yesterday I deleted most of the reblogs in my queue. I need to either commit to this being a shitpost blog or GTFO. If I can't leave a compliment or comment on something, it's just not getting one. Anyone who cares can browse my likes.
@is-it-a-man But... if Amaury Guichon makes himself a really, really good pair of wings out of chocolate...
I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.
Having never played Skyrim, I remember running around World of Warcraft in 2012, wondering why one of the most prominent guilds on my server was called Fus Ro Dah.
Context: my roommates were huge Skyrim nerds and played it almost daily in the common area.
I think that some people hate Blitz because they're so used to dealing with assholes IRL who act like Blitz does in season 1 and much of season 2. This makes it hard for them to see how Blitz is doing it performatively, because he's afraid to show his caring side, or to be vulnerable to others. Props to Brandon for helping us to see the difference.
And, let's face it, most IRL people who act like Blitz aren't faking anything, and are just selfish, hateful assholes.
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I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.
The OP demonstrates something I've been noticing: our society treats homeless people as casteless unpersons.
Without even realizing it, we automatically categorize anyone who seems to be living on the street as an undesirable thing, best neither seen nor heard, and taboo to interact with.
Increasingly, this is how government and law enforcement are treating them.
Until we change our society's attitude towards homelessness, until a person's living arrangements are no longer seen as a reflection of their character or nature, the only change we can accomplish will be palliative.
"AnechoicMedia" deserves a good blog-lashing from @cavegirlpoems.
I have thousands of shitposts, rants, and essays sitting in notebooks, left over from decades of not using social media or having many friends. Hold on tight.
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