While this fix-it AU might seem like an adequate enclosure to you, the natural habitat of a blorbo is actually pain and misery. Communicating healthily and respecting boundaries is a common sign of acute distress. Always make sure your blorbo can engage in natural behaviours such as gaslighting, self-harm, violent hatesex, suicide, murder, and torture.
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
When I was a kid, during recess we discovered a leaky spigot that was creating like a constant mud puddle. Over the next couple of weeks, we started spending the entirety of recess making a dam. Damming what? Honestly nothing. Just building an increasingly giant wall of mud and sticks around that spigot. Other kids would gather around to watch or take part.
Eventually the teachers made us stop, but for a glorious two weeks, we were living that dream.
I’m watching Splash (1984) which is a romcom about a guy who falls in love with a mermaid, and when she chooses a human name she chooses Madison and guy says “that’s not a real name, but alright” which seems to imply that Madison was not a name until at least the 80’s and all girls named Madison are actually named after the mermaid. thought you should know
I know Anakin is associated with either a dragon and a dog (I do that too!) but there’s another animal I associate with him because i swear the imagery would be crazy-
apropos of nothing can i just say how much i hate that 1 original Star Wars Episode IV poster. i hate it so so much and bcos its a ‘classic’ it gets reproduced all the time. its a bad poster!! bad representation of the film! bad to look at!!
this one. this fucking poster. why are they showing so much skin. stop that.
u know what this is. this is what Luke thought was going to happen when he went to rescue Leia.
Psp psp psp, come watch this movie. It’s got sexy people doing sexy heroics in space! They’re fighting a huge ominous villain with armies of spaceships and a glowing beacon of a sword!
Oh, great, you came! So, full disclosure, it’s actually a nerdy farm kid and an unusually hands-on politician, and they don’t walk around with their clothes half-off like that (She’s busy with important politics, and I mean, really, have you seen what the suns are like on Tatooine? He’d be burned to a crisp. This is better for everyone.) Also, they’re kinda strapped for resources honestly, so I may have exaggerated a little about the ships. The villain is super-ominous, though, despite the wheezing. Anyway…
Oh, yeah, the glowy swords are great, aren’t they?
The problem w writing fiction is that you’ll be like tee-hee I’m going to write a story about a fucked up little scenario that’s got nothing to do with anything in real life, just some pure messed up nonsense, and then you finish it and take a step back and go aw rats I made a metaphor again
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