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littlepawz · 6 months
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Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die. You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery. Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said."
We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.
~Ira Byock~
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bbubbleo · 2 months
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do people forget that argbur has a name- he has 2 names, r.fakier and i.fakier
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thecrowss · 6 months
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I think the biggest problem in F2 is that there’s a lot of talented juniors coming out of it, but there’s not enough seats in F1. Getting into F1 is practically impossible, now at least not until 2025 season anyway. So you need to be in a right place at the right time all the time. Talent isn’t enough if your timing is wrong and if there’s no vacant seats.
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abyssalcunters · 1 year
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humbly requesting some andreana in heat while the other hunters are away akfjsjdjsh 👉👈
OOOOOOOH YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE GIRL
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As tended to happen to her, it hit Andreana at the most inconvenient possible time. 
She felt it as she was finishing lunch, a molten heat dripping down her spine, her tentacles curling tight against her back of their own accord, dropping their normal subtle striping for a deep, uniform grey.
She felt it ripple over her skin, hot pins and needles as chromatophores in her skin shifted, the same glistening grey shimmering along her thighs, up her chest, only with a fierce exertion of her will preventing it from spreading down her arms or up her neck, sweat beading at her temple with the effort. 
“Andi? Are you okay?” 
Andreana twitched, coming back to herself, tentacles squeezing tighter unconsciously as her eyes flicked up to see the rest of her table looking at her with a mix of curiosity and concern. The exception was Kirara, who glanced at her from where she was tucked into Utage’s side with a sympathetic wince as Andreana tugged her mask back up over her mouth, making hasty excuses before darting out of the cafeteria.
I guess there must be a God, Andreana thought as she staggered through her door, her two denticulated tentacles crawling up her shirt of their own accord, lacing rings beading with blood over her chest as they tugged, harsh, not harsh enough, at her breasts, because he Fucking hates me.
She closed her eyes, sinking back against the door, two (non-toothed, thankfully) arms deft with dedicated practice slipping her belt loose and allowing her pants to drop free around her knees. 
It hit her in full force as she dragged one arm through her arousal-damp bush, knees buckling with the wave of desperation sweeping through her at the merest hint of touch, of satisfaction.
It wasn’t close to enough, though.
Andreana knew it wasn’t even as she worked the first arm into her, a keening sob tearing from her throat at the sensation of being filled, at nearing some scrap of relief before the rising tide of her heat yanked it away from her again. 
Why did it have to be now? Her Hunters, her podmates (as Skadi called them) out of reach, the three of them in Iberia for the next day or two. She clenched around herself at the thought, another sob ripping through her at the painful tug in her chest that those she trusted enough to place herself in their hands weren’t here to cradle her gently. 
She screwed her eyes shut as she stretched her other arm to slip between her ass cheeks, no hesitation or gentle massaging or warm-up before slamming it home. She could almost hear Shark’s tinkling laugh at her breathless gasp, feel the hand at her throat pulling her back onto her strap, if she allowed herself a suspension of disbelief she could almost rationalize the bite of her serrated suckers as the loving cut of Laurentina’s teeth. 
She twisted the arm in her cunt, letting out a gut-punched half sob as she doubled it over itself, a pale imitation of how Skadi felt inside her; not hot enough, not heavy enough, not with the same presence of power and protective love she always always felt from Skadi, no matter how roughly her Orca was treating her. 
Desperation welled in her as she peaked and plateaued, that knife-edge of pleasure unattainable on her own, unable to tip herself past her own breaking point no matter how raw she fucked herself. 
Then the image of Gladiia swam through her hazy mind, her Captain’s gloved, deft fingers finding her aching, throbbing clit, whispering encouragements in one of her rare moments of tenderness, and as Andreana mirrored with her own hand her Captain’s movements she screamed, and cried, and shattered. 
She held herself, collapsed against the door, too-large shirt Skadi had left on some past meeting gripped white-knuckled, and cried for a long time. 
Some time later, the Captain of the Abyssal Hunters would receive a message on a communications line that four people in the world had access to. Fifteen minutes later, a Rhodes Island tiltrotor was dispatched to recover three of the deadliest, most efficient fighters in the known world, who had encountered an “unavoidable setback” and needed to be brought back to the landship immediately. 
Dr. Kal’tsit scheduled their debrief for several days later, citing “necessary medical leave”.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ! i love her
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doinsomethingdaily · 2 years
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Watch "We're Chained to Our Phones and It's Scarier Than We Think" on YouTube
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I think this explains so well how being online all the time influences your activism, your brain and how it is part of capitalism all in one video. I already watched twice (ironically). But honestly please watch it and let me know what you think!
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dimxnd-assistant · 3 months
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Hear me out
Monica sat in her gaming chair. Wearing just a large shirt and shorts. Cat headphones on and hair tied back in a bun and taking a loud bite of a crispy grilled cheese on her day off.
That is all. Just wanted it in writing.... or could be a open? Who knows XD
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vampireonastick · 2 days
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I’m sorry but Stolas emptying the entirety of his fridge onto the floor just to shove his lanky ass bird body inside of it because he’s nervous and freaking the fuck out has to be the funniest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
This man is a PRINCE. this man is goddamn ROYALTY. He lives in the biggest fucking palace I’ve ever seen and the best place he can think to hide is inside his FRIDGE??? this is a thirty something year old father tucking himself away with last nights leftovers because he’s so stressed about his date with Blitz.
This is why he’s my favourite. Holy fuck what a lovable disaster man.
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y0uc4n7kn0w · 1 year
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Why older protagonists hit different
There's just something about them... #anime #anitwt #otakuthursday
Welcome back to Otaku Thursday all my weebs and weeaboos! I hope you all enjoyed the You Can’t Know Anime Awards that came out at the end of last month, and if you didn’t, I invite you to read it here! (Shameless plug). Today, as I wind down from such a behemoth of a post, and while we prep for our next big campaign coming at you next week — Doki Doki Days – I thought today would be a great, no…
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eggcromancer · 2 months
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It's my birthday!!! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ🎂
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bytebun · 5 months
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my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it
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descendant-of-truth · 4 months
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I like to think that Nine has never actually eaten a chili dog before and he just said this because he's sick of hearing Sonic talk about them
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asteroidtroglodyte · 10 months
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It’s crazy how there’s so much misinformation about Food. The thing we need all the time. Arguably the point of getting up each day. Fucking food. You’d think educating our young on this central component of life would be the sort of thing we’d teach them as kids, but nooo, I have to go reading up on zookeeping techniques for keeping and feeding large primates in captivity to get a straight fucking answer about carbon and phosphorus sourcing instead of a bunch of pseudoscience or fatphobia or classism or racism or just good old fashioned taboos! [Chews furniture] HOW DO YOU DEMONIZE THE POTATO
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kizzer55555 · 6 months
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The power of hotdogs
Danny is running to Gotham to escape the GIW. As he’s running into an alleyway, he crashes into non other than condiment king who proceeds to attack and hits the GIW goons behind him. This absolutely terrifies them due to the fact that their prestigious white clothes will be stained. The fact that he has people running in terror gives Condiment king a giddy feeling so he proceeds to chase them around Gotham.
Thus starts Danny’s constant exploits of running to condiment king when he’s being chased and the rogue scarring the living daylights out of the GIW. They develop nightmares and Condiment king starts developing new concoctions that will specifically stain clothes and never come out. Mwa ha ha!
Eventually, Danny gets adopted by the rogue and becomes his sidekick. Now, when people learned that condiment king got a new sidekick, they laughed. Who in their right mind would want to mentor under him. They believed that this was some poor sob who was down on their luck and truly desperate. That or some weirdo like the ‘king’ himself.
But they didn’t understand.
They didn’t understand that they should never have let Danny Fenton (known as Phantom) become Condiment King’s sidekick.
Danny knows how to animate hotdogs and other foods to create an army. Danny knows intimately about the secret nasty burger sauce that is capable of powerful explosions of you heat it up. Danny has knowledge in the usage and how to build various weaponry designed to shoot or even be powered by green sludge (which can easily be replaced by ketchup, mustard, or relish).
And he hasn’t even shown Gotham his power-set yet. No one knows why he calls himself phantom. For all they know, he’s just a normal (terrifying) human.
Everyone blames the GIW for this mess.
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mysticdragon3md3 · 2 years
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The Rashomon Effect Explained — Does Truth Actually Exist? by StudioBinder
“The Rashomon effect is the situation in which an event is given contradictory interpretations or descriptions by the individuals involved, and is a storytelling and writing method in cinema meant to provide different perspectives and points of view of the same incident.“ ---Wikipedia.
I feel like the algorithm showed me this video because I’m into FE3H. lol
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 9 months
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Lan Wangji might be an unstoppable force, but Xie Lian has 800+ years of practice of being an immovable object.
(poll results here for context)
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telekitnetic-art · 10 months
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slightly late to this but happy Indigenous People’s Day!! I already made a whole thread of my formline art on Twitter, so instead I just wanted to share some of my favourite formline artwork I’ve made so far here!!
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