I Haven't Seen Any But Now I Very Much Want To

Plot twist: the Fae of the Well was once part of the same trade, but their mother took home the other child. The Fae was not shocked at being "outwitted", they were shocked to see a mother who could easily tell the two apart, yet loved both children despite the changeling's "quirks".

Two identical infants lay in the cradle. “One you bore, the other is a Changeling. Choose wisely,” the Fae’s voice echoed from the shadows. “I’m taking both my children,” the mother said defiantly.

The real reason millennials are obsessed with avocado toast

for a brief but not insignificant period of time in elementary school, i conflated the word ’avocado’ with ’bravado’. specifically this happened when i learned the term ‘false bravado’. in conclusion, 8-year-old me spent months vaguely assuming there existed a mass conspiracy surrounding the counterfeiting of avocados, and that this was somehow a huge problem the adult world was aware of and struggling to deal with.

... yeah, that sounds horrible enough to be Hell

meteorologically speaking, Hell’s atmosphere is mostly composed of fire and brimstone, right?

open the sepulchral septum sepulcher with a speculum.

a citrine cistern full of cyanic cysts

Hmm...

Open the (dismal/gloomy/tomb-like) (thin wall/membrane dividing two cavities or spaces, specifically pertaining to the body) (tomb/grave/burial chamber) with a (medical tool for investigating body orifices. Types include rectal, vaginal, nasal, and oral)

A (golden yellow that may be brownish or orangeish, usually referencing a yellow quartz) (waterproof container for holding liquids, usually either rainwater or toilet water) full of (either blue, or containing the poisonous and flammable gas C²N²) (closed sac-like structures, noticeably different from surrounding cells, that may be filled with semisolid material, gaseous material, or liquid material)

...

Open the gloomy, membrane-covered chamber with a medical device used to view inside your openings.

An orangey-yellow receptacle for holding liquids full of sickly, poisonous flesh sacs

Oh.

... It looks like a pretty tongue twister, but I'm pretty sure it's graphically describing the medical examination of a person with bladder cancer.

you know what is such a nice word? sepulchral. it is just such a pleasing word to pronounce. very soft and smooth. 

Picture a vampire who delivers blood bags for the Red Cross. They’re surrounded by living blood bags whenever they leave their truck, and by literal blood bags while on the road. It’s relatively easy to “lose” a bag here and "discard” an “expired” bag there, even easier if expired blood can still be eaten. However, if something unforeseen occurs, they may have to take a little - or a lot - extra. The higher ups don’t like when donated blood goes missing...

And maybe there are the other vampires who try to steal blood bags, impulsive or desperate people who risk outing themselves for food. How would they see the delivery vampire? How would they be seen?

Companies are starting to use drones to deliver blood to hospitals, ever since Zipline launched in Rwanda in 2014. Would this be an opportunity, or an obstacle? On the one hand, it’s even easier to make blood disappear when you’re the only one with records of where it’s going, and you don’t even have to go outside. On the other, the vampire risks getting replaced at their job, and not being able to adapt to drone work quick enough to get the job. After all, once you’ve gotten used to three meals a day, it’s hard to go back to scrounging or hunting for your dinner...

Sometimes I like to think of myself as "Female Lite" or "Diet Female" because while I do identify as a cis woman, it just doesn't really feel important. As if my gender was more diluted than usual. Just enough gender that I can tell there's femaleness in there, but my gender is to femininity as LaCroix is to fruit juice.

i feel so seen!!

(twitter thread)

You know, I've never really thought about Mother Goose poems in years (outside of references to such), but I'd be baffled and bewildered if someone told me they'd never heard Jack & Jill, or Little Miss Muffet, or Hey Diddle Diddle.

And now that I put this into words, it sounds silly. Of course there's people who haven't heard those rhymes, at minimum anyone who didn't speak English as a child. Now I want to know if other languages/cultures have something similar. Those silly childhood tales that hardly ever get thought of, but almost everyone has heard at least once when they were little.

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The point of officially naming a pet is not to actually use that name but to have a baseline from which to come up with every conceivable nickname to call them instead.

I haven't seen any but now I very much want to

don't know much about furry fiction but surely there is an established trope wherein some furries are allergic to other characters' dander? like say a gecko scalie falls in love with a cat furry but is allergic to cat hair. trials & tribulations & claritin ensure