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Mellon

@thedaughterofkings / thedaughterofkings.tumblr.com

Lessa, She/Her This is one big mess of fandoms, with Merlin and Teen Wolf being the main fandoms right now. My fics can be found here.
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the default way for things to taste is good. we know this because "tasty" means something tastes good. conversely, from the words "smelly" and "noisy" we can conclude that the default way for things to smell and sound is bad. interestingly there are no corresponding adjectives for the senses of sight and touch. the inescapable conclusion is that the most ordinary object possible is invisible and intangible, produces a hideous cacophony, smells terrible, but tastes delicious. and yet this description matches no object or phenomenon known to science or human experience. so what the fuck

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skluug

this is what ancient greek philosophy is like

False! “Sightly” is a positive word, so the default way for things to work is good as well.

The true most ordinary object is beautiful, horrible sounding, very smelly, intangible, and delicious.

I still don’t think it matches anything in existence but to truly understand a thing one must know its true nature.

"touchy" is also a word! however it's mostly used for things that aren't objects, like subjects of conversation. it either means "oversensitive and irritable" or "requires careful handling/wording, delicate"

i think the second one works well for our hypothetical object. so we can use that.

therefore, the Default Object is:

  • beautiful
  • makes a horrendous sound
  • smells absolutely awful
  • is very fragile
  • tastes delicious

and i still cannot think of anything that matches this

behold, the default object!

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enki2

So the default object is a cock?

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depsidase

My funniest ventriloquism story starts with the fact that I was obsessed with ventriloquism from a young age. I used to obsessively practice speaking without moving my lips, practicing the different tongue and air tricks and everything. Then I got sick with Bell’s Palsy, and it hit both sides of my face at the same time. Bell’s Palsy is like a headcold that hits your facial nerves. Anyway- This meant my entire face was paralyzed. I couldn’t speak using my lips. The doctor stared at me, dumbfounded that I was able to speak very fluently without my face moving at all.

the doctor

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Yeah my name is Tim, short for OpTIMus Prime

[id: tags saying "wait wait i wanna know where they plan on using their full name, why'd you cut it off"]

answer: THEIR WEDDING.

I can't describe to you the emotion I would feel if I was hanging out with my friend Tim and he was like "hey we've been friends for a while now I want to show you something," and he hands me his driver's license, upon which I read "Optimus Prime Jones"

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grimmypuff

Imprint

Just a short drabble, based loosely off this prompt:  The monster of the week imprinting on Derek and nobody understands why. It’s super ugly but Derek takes his responsibilities Super seriously, and takes it running in the woods and plays catch with it. Everyone is weirded out. Stiles loves it

Thanks so much to my group at @sterekwritingroom for the encouragement!

“This isn’t going to end well,” Scott yelled to Stiles over his shoulder as he followed Derek’s scent deeper into the woods.

As much as he hoped they weren’t going to find Derek in pieces at the hands… paws… of a Chimera, Stiles knew the monster of the week was just that; a vicious, blood-thirsty monster. “Does it ever?” he said with a snort, and ran after Scott, eventually slamming into his back where he was standing at the edge of a clearing, his mouth open wide in disbelief.

Scott put out an arm to steady Stiles, and asked, “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”

“If you’re seeing Derek sitting on the ground with a chimera resting its head on Derek’s lap? Yeah. I’m seeing what you’re seeing.” Stiles choked a bit and added, “Derek? Are you sure it’s safe to be scratching it’s mane like that?”

“Her mane, Stiles,” Derek said quietly, raising his head to meet Stiles’s wide-eyed gaze. “It’s a girl.”

Cooing softly, Stiles approached hesitantly, kneeling beside them. “It’s a girl?” He reached out, cautiously, and at Derek’s nod of approval, he ran a fingertip across her forehead.

“Guys, seriously, this isn’t safe,” Scott scoffed, still from his place at the edge of the clearing.

Stiles, enthralled by the fact that a freaking mythological creature was letting him smooth his fingers over her fur, couldn’t bring himself to respond.

Scott tried again.  "Derek, come on, think of Stiles, at least.“

Still ignoring Scott, but meeting Derek’s eyes, Stiles asked, “Can we keep her?”

“Chimeras breathe fire and drink blood,” Derek said, his eyebrows shooting skyward, “but I think we can figure something out until we can help her get to where she needs to go.”  

Stiles knocked his shoulder against Derek’s, and grinned. “I’m seriously up for that.”

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