Wtf do u even mean “the thread of prophecy is severed” if the grand design is so fragil as to come unraveled by th severing of a single thread then maybe there’s a better Destiny in store for those who hold tha scissors -_-
I think if he was TRULY essential he woulda had more fire resistance tbh
I’m loving this new trend of people going to zoos and participating in animal enrichment. We use to observe large exotic animals for our entertainment, but the fact is that we are now trying to make ourselves equally as entertaining for them. It’s interactive, completely parpicipatory and I would argue that eventually someone’s gonna come up with something new enough that it expland ethologists understanding about how some animals think, problem solve, communicate and feel and I think its fantastic.
Human: play?
Aquatic creature from an entirely different branch of the animal tree: play!
the phrase “moon’s haunted” rewired my brain the moment it entered my vocabulary never in my life have i encountered a phrase more infectious or fun to use
coworker: [after turning on the lights in the warehouse and noticing half of them are flickering or won’t turn on at all] hey james what’s up with the lights
me: oh idk i guess the light’s haunted
coworker: what?
me, shrugging: light’s haunted
[later that day]
another coworker: hey, what’s up with the lights?
coworker i was with earlier: light’s haunted
other coworker: what???
coworker, without changing expression or missing a beat: light’s haunted
thanks to advancements in modern science and education i know how a lot of things work and can explain if asked, but sometimes it’s just more fun to apply the exact same logic to the situation as a 14th century alchemist
around when I first started dating my boyfriend i bought myself this novelty blanket that looks like a photorealistic tortilla because I am SUCH A SUCKER for novelty shit. when he saw it in person for the first time his eyes lit up, which should have been a warning sign for the indignities to come.
so he’s a first responder and his day shifts start obnoxiously early as far as I, a pampered corporate asshole, am concerned. almost invariably when he’s at my place there will be an alarm at an hour that is downright unconscionable that will make him wake up and roll out of bed to get ready and will simultaneously make me burrow under the pillows grumbling about how surely nobody actually NEEDS their lives saved this early in the morning, after which I will promptly attempt to go back to sleep
he is a clever man and he knows this is when i am most vulnerable to attack.
every single time we do this dance, he quietly dresses, packs up, goes about getting ready to leave, and then when i have juuuust fallen back asleep, he returns with the tortilla blanket. He finds it no matter where I have hidden it.
He then creeps silently up to my side of the bed and uses his superior speed, strength, and reflexes to wrap me up in it incredibly tightly while i am still dazed and sputtering, so that i cannot move my legs or arms and am reduced to humiliating halfhearted magikarp flops that do not deter him from at least attempting to kiss my forehead.
then he goes to my bedroom door, opens it, then pauses, turns around, looks at me, the soft human filling of the facsimile of an enormous burrito he has just constructed, and says in his best romantic lead voice “I’ll see you soon, beans.”
you cannot understand how devastating it is to my ego that i am beans.
