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Okay, idea. Well, question.
Humans are known for repetitive behavior. Throughout history we see themes that persist to modern day. But my question has to do with objects that look like they glow, like.
A light hits something and it looks like it glows and we think "Oh this is a quest object" or "This guys gonna send me on a quest to get exactly 342 radishes" and shi like that but, like, what did people think in the olden days?
Were they walking around thinking "Yeah thats how lighteth w'rks" or were they like "Ah yes, this guys gonna sendeth me on a quest to collecteth exactly 342 radishes! ha! what excit'ment!" and they chortle along their way.
How did video game logic work without video games?
When you are lying in bed on your birthday with the flu and period cramps, there is only one thing to do...
You all are VERY welcome!
I was looking at D&D spells today and I realized how much of a menace I'd be if I get isekai'd and returned. Fireball has limited uses in the Real World. Otto's Irresistible Dance? The possibilities are endless.
To be me but never be.
Second tier. Afterthought.
A message? Maybe. Probably not.
Pretty good. Good enough.
Forever second-guessing.
Oh, you’re still here?
Definitely likeable.
Totally forgot you told me that.
One-sided connection.
Do you really know me?
Do you want to? Or care to?
*waters plants, chugs three cups of oversweetened black tea, pulls up six half-read, poorly annotated papers, knits three rows of a frog stuffie, re-reads prompt and guidelines, tries to command f keywords in the paper, finds nothing, re-reads the abstract, realizes all the papers are useless, goes onto googles scholar and searches for the same keyword, finds new papers, reads abstract and intro, finds something super interesting, reads discussion and realizes the methods for this study were slightly different than what you were expecting, has an existential crisis, wonders why tf they're doing genomics when they're interested in hydrocarbons, sheds one tear, shrugs, types furiously and writes it up anyway with a quick sentence explaining that it's slightly different but still relevant, cries, does citations and slams computer shut, stares at the clock which has somehow gone from 11AM to 6PM in the blink of an eye, and proceeds to not sleep for another ten hours*
"yEaH, i'M a ScIenTiSt."
TITLE: Isobel J's sad tale of singledom
#IsobelJohnstonGetsNoBitchesBecauseSheIs
ScaredOfWomenTeeHee
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How dare you you shit.
fuck
fuck
fuck
fuck
you
DT will never love you back
Nor will any of ur crushes
UwU
#pollywantstofuckaduck
#pollyfindsduckattractive
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Izzy T was actually my crush and she likes me back so fuck you
Get a room
Get a bitch, bitch
Fuck off
Never uwu
I hate you
You know you love me :)
I don’t
>:(
Deal with it
Only when you’ve dealt with the fact you have no bitches
Only when you get a room
…
*3 hours later*
Raine sent a link, “so, women…”
Women.
This is the chaos of playing frantic fanfic with my gf and best friend at 9pm at night 😭 @tiredfrogclown
The youngest bishop somehow became the last one I drew for this whole series. All of the flowers he grew were so beautiful and it even took me a bit to realize he wasn't just a plant creature or a mossball. He's a bagworm! (how a bagworm, squid, spider, frog, and cat are all siblings is beyond me but I love them!) It was hard to think of a 'human' version more than any of the flowers but with the promotion of him playing his flute and studying hair/beard textures, I figured he has to have a whole wild fro to really give honor to the name Leshy. I loved that Narinder admired the red flowers that he kept too, something about it is very sweet- like nectar <3 even if it's surrounded by witnessing eyes and agonizing screams. It is kind of interesting that even if he has four eyes on the outer side of his face, they aren't seeing eyes- just the middle one that is now replaced with.. teeth, and maybe a parasite?
CHAOS ENGINES HODGEPODGE ORGY ACCESS
Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937
i made this blog at aproximately 3:16 AM Pacific time fuck it
WHEN WAS SOMEONE GONNA TELL ME
I don’t care if it’s three in the morning this must be said… *coughs* THIS IS NOT A DRILL, for people who haven’t watched or haven’t been able to MHA (My Hero Academia) or Haikyuu there are 4 seasons and a movie of MHA and 25 episodes of Haikyuu ON NETFLIX…
SO TAKE THIS INFORMATION MY ANIME DEEBS NOW AND IN THE MAKING AND GO WATCH SOME DANG ANIME!
*coughs* Thank you for your time
How is he so tall… also, happy birthday to this Dum Dum 🎉🎊🥳
Also, full image under cut :
Flat F*ck Friday!
The flattest little f*ck you’ll ever meet 🥞💜🐢
Happy Flat Fuck Friday y’all
I may have draw my OC Nyx if they were in the battle nexus magazine…
Credit to: @tangledinink and the Gemini au (If it’s not okay to post I can delete it)
Entropy and Monday Mornings
It’s a Monday morning. You reach work to find 25 unread emails, a messy house, 5 essays due, a broken coffee machine, and you’re not sure if you locked your door on the way here. And it doesn’t end there. There’s more work piling up! When there’s chaos all around us, it is only natural to feel overwhelmed. What if I tell you, every object (yes, the non-living ones) experiences this too!
Only at a very atomic level. Each task in our mind is a microstate, a unique arrangement of thoughts at that point of time. The greater the microstates, the greater the number of tasks, the greater the chaos. Chemistry defines a microstate as an instantaneous arrangement of atoms or molecules in a system. And just as our task list increases, the chaos increases. Similarly, for a system, as the number of microstates increases, the entropy increases. Entropy is the measure of disorder or randomness or the possible number of microstates a system can have. It’s just chaos, where lower entropy means greater order and less chaos(Friday Nights), and higher entropy means more disorder and more microstates(Monday mornings).
Entropy tends to rise with time in an isolated system, such as an overloaded brain on a Monday. This implies that things naturally transition from order to disorder in the absence of outside input. Now, imagine some Lo-fi music playing in your headset as you work through the e-mails, sipping on the perfect coffee that you ordered, powering through your day. Maybe you even wrote a to-do list, helping you stay organised. Doesn’t seem so bad when an external effort is made. Similarly, in isolated systems, entropy usually tends to increase over time, meaning things usually go from a state of orderliness to disorderliness unless an external energy is put in to maintain structure.
S = k. ln(W)
Mathematically, the Entropy (S) of any isolated system can be measured by multiplying the Boltzmann constant (k) by the natural logarithm of the number of microstates it possesses (lnW). Entropy isn’t a bad thing—it’s just a natural tendency of systems to become more disordered over time, unless energy is added to maintain order. In your case, a little bit of organisation (external energy) can help you manage the entropy in your Monday morning.
A joke character i made when I was doing a project
The Boopmageddon has made me think that we need an official "The Hyonkening" on Tumblr.
Thanks for all the boops 💖
Thank you for supporting the Boopmageddon!
This is how I imagine Band Practice would go.