it’s like if a fic author teased the next update of their WIP two years after they abandoned it, why don’t you eat me please
Writers
Laying in bed: *constructs perfect plot*
Standing in shower: *constructs perfect characters*
While driving: *constructs perfect setting*
Staring at blank page: “wut r werds.”
jazzforthecaptain
replied to your photo “Got a new lanyard for work.”
Oh that is adorable!
Thank you! I liked the classic who styling too.
Imagine one of your OT3 being asexual and the other two accepting that fact without leaving them out of the relationship romantically.
Okay I’m sorry my brain is stupid but all I can picture is the two sexual partners getting some sexytime in the bed after a date and the asexual on pulling the pillow on their head and going “Some people are trying to sleEP YOU ANIMALS”
And the asexual person shows up the next night while the two sexual people are trying to sleep, banging two pans together like, “I DIDN’T GET NO SLEEP CAUSE’ O’ YA’LL! YA’LL GET NO SLEEP CAUSE O’ ME!”
today i found out that when monarch butterflies migrate south for the winter, all the ones that go across the middle of lake superior suddenly stop going south and go west for five miles and then continue south. which really freaked scientists out cos like What is in the Middle of Lake Superior what do Butterflies know that We Dont Is This The End Times etc. anyway turns out about a hundred million years ago there was a mountain there and the butterflies still think they gotta fly around it. classic butterflies
combine this with the fact that caterpillars literally turn into bug soup in their crystallis, meaning there is no central nervous system to carry over any information, but they seem to retain memories from caterpillar life regardless…
and it brings up a lot of questions about what kind of information can even be stored in genes, like… does genetic memory really exist? what does this mean for humankind? could a race of people develop an instinctual memory of the land like this? are there people whose bones tell the stories of ancient mountains? what about my people? is the diaspora something that can be felt among every one of us? are we all the living cumulation of hundreds of thousands of ghosts?
i am simultaneously fascinated and frightened by this. classic butterflies indeed
shit this is actually true [http://jeb.biologists.org/content/199/1/93.full.pdf] and now in the immortal words of CJ Cregg, “you can’t do that! because it’s FREAKING ME OUT!”