I Have To Defend Fictional Women Who Aren't Good People Because If I Don't Who Else Will

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Femme in stem

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I post about plants, calligraphy and any vibey things I’ve been up to, feel free to say hi :))

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Aesthetics: steampunk, solarpunk, cottage/goblincore, dark academia

Multifandom sideblog: atb-fandomstuff . Fandoms are: Good Omens, Our Flag Means Death, What we do in the Shadows, A League of Their Own, His Dark Materials, Gentleman Jack and a little Doctor Who

Terfs dni

I don't know why people think we aren't a good match, we're so alike! (her daughter is older than me)

the pursuit of perfection kills joy & i hope whatever u do today ur allowed to do it badly

Whilst I can't help with understanding ferns I can offer you a picture of magnified fern spores that look like little bugs

it is with horror and delight i can inform you that these are not the spores themselves but rather several round clusters (called sori, or one sorus) of sporangium (which are the things that individually look like little bugs) which look like that because they each hold the spores in a little packet sealed like a cursed wet uncrustable whos water-filled edges gradually dry on exposure to air, causing them to shrink until the tension rips the packet open and pulls them back into a tense straight line, at which point said edge cells have lost so much water that air comes flooding in and the uncrustable slams back together and the spores go flying like a catapult

heres a video with soothing music in the background to help counteract the fact that in action they actually do look like uncomfortably writhing bugs.

and yeah. they just kind of get away with that every day

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

the stars go waltzing out in blue and red, and arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed and sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

god topples from the sky, hell's fires fade: exit seraphim and Satan's men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said, but I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead; at least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)

mad girl's love song by sylvia plath

Aziraphale is angy