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frnkiebby · 3 days
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those are some naked ass knees there sir~🎃
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heavenangelly · 20 days
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“Unnatural” things to manifest
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- become friends with a ghost
- have a star named after you
- be able to contact life outside of earth (just you)
- plants to grow whenever you see them
- weather control
- powers
- spawn things out of nowhere
- your favourite fictional character to come into this reality
- become a mermaid
- have mermaid friends
- become a nymph (forest nymph, water nymph, mountain nymph, etc)
- fairies to follow you around
- fairy friends
- a guardian angel
- anyone that wishes bad luck on you or betrays you gets insane karma (whatever insane is to you)
- seeing people’s auras
- having supernatural friends
- seeing into the future
- going back in time or going into the future
- all animals to love you
- become a fairy / fae
- having glittery skin
- becoming an angel
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bi-accident · 7 months
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Spaghetti-o jello ring - 1965 (?)
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coline7373 · 5 months
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rainybyday · 1 year
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Pt 1 | Pt 2
Jazz didn’t know she was different just as much as she didn’t know the definition of ‘normal’.
She started out fine as rain, a beautiful baby girl with pale blue eyes and wispy hair with an ear-splitting cry. She was a healthy baby, a beautiful one at that once you get passed her loud screaming. 
The first few years of caring for Jazz were simple as much as it was exhausting. She was a giggling bundle of joy when Jack would swing her around, she stayed perfectly content with her stuffed rabbit when Maddie was in the lab, and she never created a fuzz as she babbled at anyone and everything, even into an empty room. 
Maybe that was the first sign of her abnormality. Similar to how the first mistake the Fenton parents made was to leave their daughter alone more and more often. 
They didn’t see their daughter's first steps and the encouraging whispers with her as they clapped and cooed. They don’t understand that she always had someone to guide her away from the green chemicals around the halls but was unable to stop her parents from feeding her contaminated food. They don’t hear how she always seemed to talk to the air, giggling and laughing into an empty room along with the process of other voices. 
Maybe that's how it started, but her... abnormalities weren’t mentioned until she was enrolled in daycare. 
The teachers didn’t know how to handle the too-smart girl as she explains why she won’t read the children's books they provided. They don’t understand why she prefers to be alone in the classroom when recess time came about. And they certainly didn’t understand how this young child, this baby, understood the biological system of the human blood system.
(They don’t see nor understand the ghosts of lonely children trying to play in a room filled with living children, all ignoring their presence. But Jazz could see them, hear them crying in child-like frustration and curling into themselves as they watch the living with envy.)
(Jazz, like the sweet girl that she was, took it upon herself to help. So, she would read out loud to the dead children before realizing they already heard of the stories this daycare had far too many times and demanded different books to entertain them. She would beg the caretakers to leave her in the classroom to keep reading for the children that were left behind far too many times. For children who died a long time, they were very quick to pick up their education as much as Jazz with learning the alphabet to understanding multiplication to learning about biology.)
(The day she had to leave and enter 1st grade was the day she watches the children all leave one by one. She didn’t cry like one would expect when watching her friends leave before her, because she knew they had to leave one day. That's what Granny Vicky told her when she talked about the kids at school. All she did was stand next to the teacher at the door and waved them all goodbye.)
(And if she cried at home with Big Sister Annlee and Sister Rosa then no one would know. Not even her parents.)
The neighbors didn’t understand that the noises they would hear for many nights were Jazz sneaking out late in the night and not a wild raccoon. They didn’t bother to understand until the husband went out the back to take a smoke only to see a child dropping from her parent's fence and booking it towards the streets. She didn’t stop for his cries for her to come back and the husband went back to tell his wife what he saw as she called the local police. 
They both waited that night, watching the window as the husband sat down on the sofa with a drink in hand with the wife jittering around the living room. It was later nearly 3 in the morning when they saw the signs of red and blue lights before they could sigh a sigh of relief.
(They didn’t see the way the poor girl cried with flush cheeks or angry red eyes. Didn’t understand as they went back to bed with the knowledge that the girl was going back home when her parents themselves didn’t know.)
(Jazz learned from Annebeth about how the women in burned gowns would always gather in the spring and summer days to sing and dance in the forest in memories of their lives before. She was told to ask first before joining and so she went up to a pretty lady in a green ivy gown and emerald jewels if she can visit their nightly dance. She watched as the woman laughed with a gentle look before she declared how wonderful it was for a young lady to still have manners these days before agreeing to see her that night.)
(Jazz would then visit the ladies and young women in gowns in the night and watch as they dance over water and moonlight, their burns fading away into beautiful white skin. She was told to not bring a flashlight as they didn’t want any light or fire near their celebrations. Jazz learned to dance in the spring and understood how to sing sweet melodies in the summer with other girls dotting and adoring her as one of their own.)
(When she was pulled away by a man in blue and white, she wanted to scream bloody murder, but she was taught better than that by her Big Sisters. So, she silently got in and watched with sad eyes as the Big Sisters she was walking with also looked devastated at her forceful withdrawal.)
Maddy didn’t notice at first how much time her daughter was spending with her now. But to be blunt, it was more of Jazz following and watching her rather than going up and talking to her. Hence, she didn’t worry about her daughter's behavior as long as she was able to do her research. It was during the third week of doing this did her daughter ask if they could go to the doctor.
“Are you sick,” Maddie worriedly looked over her daughter as she reached a hand out to her. Jazz paused, as if the concept of being sick was foreign to her, before nodding rapidly. 
“Yeah! I think I’m a little sick Ma... and, and I don’t want you to get sick either. So you have to let the doctor check you too in case I got you sick!”
(Jazz wondered what she was looking at and tilted her head in a curious manner. The spark, a wisp actually, was so very small and fragile looking inside of her Ma. Bearly there if Jazz didn’t take the time to watch her Ma at the dinner table as she ate another slightly green pancake.)
(When she asked around it was actually Old Man Whithel that told her, as he sat on her window stand, that it was the start of a new life, or as he put it, “another doe-eyed sibling for ya to take care of you hear little miss.”)
(Jazz was excited by that news. A baby sibling! Even better, Jazz noticed as she was jumping at the tips of her toes, that it looked like it was a boy with baby black hair and blue eyes too! Jazz was so excited for her new baby brother to come and couldn’t wait until her Ma can finally visit the doctor like how one of her Big Sisters’ told her.)
(She was going to a sister, a sister in charge of her little brother.)
But alas, she didn’t see nor understand why she never considered ‘normal’ to her fellow Amity Parkers. Didn’t understand that the bright firey hair she adored herself or the bright teal eyes she would always be complemented by the others were seen as to abnormal. 
She can hear the adults when they talk about her ‘quirks’ and she stood strong when other children said she was a freak like the rest of her family. She wasn’t afraid of the attention she received because, in the end, their words never made sense to her, hence, could not hurt this little girl. 
That all changed when a boy, a classmate of hers, called her a witch on her way home.
Pt 3 
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therobotmonster · 7 months
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I saw this on FB and was struck at the intersection of the idea of the unnatural and the idea of the supernatural.
Both assume that something can exist outside of nature. The "unnatural' presents this with an inherent idea of wrongness and tied into the naturalistic fallacy. "This doesn't happen in my limited model of the natural world, thus it is bad."
The concept of the "supernatural*" does essentially the same, but instead of proposing malevolence, it assumes the unknowable. But if a supernatural phenomenon can impact the world to the point that it is observable, that's measurable, and thus knowable, at least in parts.
In both cases, those assumptions block exploration and understanding in favor of comfortable assumptions. For "unnatural" that's the assumption that there both is a "normal" and that said "normal" is also good. For "Supernatural" it keeps the supernatural explanation for a phenomenon viable against other explanations, valuing the pleasure of a fascinating mystery in the face of the mundane causes.
The Natural is huge and worth studying. It's where all your friends and your stuff is, after all.
*This is not to be confused withe the concept of the paranormal, which is just "shit that's weird and we don't know what's going on." Supernature defies the possibility of exploration, while paranormality demands it.
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reality-detective · 7 months
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Streets flooded with wine after tanks burst at Levira, Portugal distillery. (BNO News)
I'm not sure of the cause, nor the size of the tanks nor how many and if there were any injuries reported. 🤔
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slutdge · 1 year
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those record stores that only sell brand new vinyl have the same eerie vibe as really nice suburban streets where every house looks identical with a perfect lawn
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doesromandoart · 6 months
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Day twelve: Midnight zone palette Ezzie!
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wjnet · 8 months
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SEOLA ︰UNNATURAL ︰210331
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actualalienfauna · 6 months
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My hair does not look as green as it actually is here, but I felt really confident yesterday.
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artofmyart · 22 days
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Sketchaday #trumpet
A quick sketch of a trumpeter swan playing a trumpet ���
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themouthofthehell · 1 year
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dailybehbeh · 11 months
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Behbeh
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scudevils · 21 days
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helmut marko not talking to media is like a dog not barking
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movieposters1 · 2 months
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