Sacrificial Lamb
another little symbolism moment with my oc inquisitor maera modeled on 'innocence' by William Adolphe-Bougueraeu
@tarantula-hawk-wasp / tarantula-hawk-wasp.tumblr.com
Sacrificial Lamb
another little symbolism moment with my oc inquisitor maera modeled on 'innocence' by William Adolphe-Bougueraeu
when im playing a game alone and theres danger i am quiet and stoic, by necessity. when im playing with friends and theres danger i start screaming and sqwuaking like a chimp to communicate over long distance that there is danger and i am distressed. This is because humans are social animals who evolved to live in groups and signal to eachother when herobrine is there
Your use of language has altered since our arrival...
STAR TREK IV: THE VOYAGE HOME (1986) dir. Leonard Nimoy
too many girls who like snoopy and poetry and healing. personally I never heal and all I think about is the flaming skull
over-psychoanalyzing blorbos is healthy and needed enrichment for the girlies in order to avoid over-psychoanalyzing themselves. like giving a dog a chew toy in order to redirect chewing on its hind legs
"Am I bad for resenting well-meaning displays of affection? Am I evil for lashing out at people close to me instead of the powers that be?" No. That's Sasuke. Be safe out there
I need to finish the fic I’m working on so I can go back to working on the Maera fic bc ugh the themes I want to explore
Will you follow? Will you fight? Will we triumph?
here is a version without the sunburst that just has vague trees like the cutscene background
the siesta: the oldest and most reliable form of nap! you go to sleep around noon. you wake up an hour or two later feeling well-rested and prepared to face the rest of the day. this is the pinnacle of nap perfection. 10/10
the businessman’s nap: you have a limited amount of time on your hands, so you schedule a nap into your packed timetable and set an alarm. you spend half the duration of the nap worrying that you’re wasting valuable nap time by lying awake, and the other half sunk into a torpor so deep that when your alarm rings, it takes you a good few minutes to remember your own name. once you’ve splashed some cold water on your face you feel much better. 7/10
EW STICKY: you were cold at first, so you piled on the blankets and wriggled into your favourite comfy sweater. this was nice. now you are awake and trapped in a horrible sweaty gordian knot of your own devising. this is not nice. when you peel off the sweater you find to your horror that you have left an actual damp patch behind on the bed, like some sort of giant dead fish that can’t stop leaking its gross fish juice everywhere. 5/10 it was at least cosy to start with
the interrupted nap: someone barges into your room and starts talking to you. “wtsfhggl?” you enquire. they give you a judgemental look, and ask why you are sleeping in the middle of the day. “ghhfshsxkls,” you reply, graciously. they tell you to get up. you get up. the rest of the day feels like an extension of whatever dream you are having before you were disturbed. you boil with quiet resentment and shame. 4/10
the unsuccessful nap: you are tired. you want to take a nap. you lie down. you wait. you wait. time moves sluggishly forwards. you wait. your brain feels like a cup of mushy porridge but your eyes refuse to close. the noise of your fan is infuriating. you wait. eventually, you are forced to accept that this nap is simply not going to happen, and you have wasted 45 minutes doing absolutely nothing. god fucking dammit. 2/10
the handy-dandy fast-forward button: you really just want this day to be over as soon as possible, and the best way you can think of to do that is to take a nap. you only meant to sleep for an hour, but when you wake up it is already evening. the day is over. you glean no satisfaction from this. you kill time until you feel justified in going back to bed again, and spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to sink back into the blissful stupor from which you so recently emerged. 0/10
The Unpleasantness: when you fall asleep, it is dark. when you awaken, it is light. this is the natural order of sleep, but perverted into a form that is frightening and wrong. you feel deeply unsettled and do not know why. are you sick? what does time mean? what does anything mean? maximum despair. -1000/10.
It’s gonna be such a long day tomorrow…. Leave at 7am. Working 8-5 and then I don’t have time to drive home and back so I’ll just idk read fanfic in my office for an hour and then 6:30-8 is a work party thing and then I won’t get home until after 9pm
The workplace aspect of various fictional media is soooo important to me bc it definitely shaped my associations so like meeting where we are all sitting around a conference giving updates on our departments and group problem solving? Just like Star Trek Voyager for real. Going on a excursion from work with a few coworkers to drop something off etc? Gathering my party and venturing forth. Pinching the bridge of my nose in a report induced headache? Many such cases
Thinking about this post again bc there’s a work function tomorrow that we were all reminded to Mingle at and once again I am thinking of every fictional work party with guests.
tumblr please stop telling me to wd40 a mouse
shifting more towards transmutation magic so i can slowly gain autonomy over my microplastics and install a barbie dream house in my lower back
one day you too could be a fanfic author who updates a decade later
just learned about the ginkgo trees that survived the nuclear blast in Hiroshima
you cannot kill me in a way that matters