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#this is a metaphor
jackdaniel69nice · 4 months
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Kaminari’s parents are emotionally neglectful. They take care of him and buy him things but don’t pay attention to him or care much about his accomplishments. It’s like living with estranged roommates. They’re not busy just depressed and emotionally vacant. Probably why he’s so energetic (he’s always had to carry on a one sided relationship alone)
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Bill is wearing someone else's skin. You do not see it, originally, because why would you? Why question such a genuine smile? His charm and flattery?
But they you notice how it sloghs off his face, how it doesn't match his eyes, how it stretches unnaturally when he performs his little charade for you.
And you want to go back to being blind to it again, now everything he does feels wrong, but you can't. You can't unsee it.
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briaryoung · 7 months
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hey tumblr. not chonny jash but sketchy sketch
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witchcraftshawty · 1 year
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just because i buy myself flowers and put them in my room, doesn’t mean i consent to the invasion of my home in which the bugs have carried out by  disguising themselves in the luscious foliage-that i brought in and nurtured. i suppose, logically, if i want the bug issue gone, i will have to stop buying flowers. but realistically, no matter what, the bugs will always find a way in, because they arent just attracted to pretty colors and scents, its their natural instinct to  pursue what their anatomy is requesting.
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alesbianlarrystan · 1 year
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oh they watered the flower together and took care of it together, that's nice
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iistxrmyskyii · 2 months
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girls when they
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nacricissa · 5 months
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Invitations for the propertied class
A vampire is the parasitism of wealth. The propertied class, with their decadence and desire, warlords of blood and riches. They are, however, bound by more rules than our true overlords, who allow no law, no god, above themselves.
A vampire may not enter hallowed ground. The sanctity of God, of faith, is above it. A vampire may not enter a home uninvited.
But what is a home?
There is an argument that home is where the heart is. Home is a construct of the mind. This is a bit odd, hard to define, and doesn't work well when we consider people with a less physically attached lifestyle. Do they not have homes? What of people with many homes? Can a vampire enter none of them? Only the ones that have been dwelt in less recently? At what point is a home abandoned, no longer anyone's home?
There are answers to these questions, or facsimiles of them. Property law. A serpentine mess of exceptions and rules that try to build a notion of ownership that mirrors reality. There is a law that states for how long a building must stand abandoned before it is no longer owned by the person that abandoned it. There are specifics, which state what is and is not abandonment. These laws, more often than not, are written by the propertied class. The house of lords.
Vampires write the laws which bind them. Careful, children, that you do not put overmuch faith in those laws to protect you.
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lynx-tales · 6 months
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Ah fuck, I’m decomposing internally again
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techlovur · 4 months
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Pomegranate symbolism makes my heart physically hurt. So here it is in a form of my own little, non-rhyming poem. Won't be good, I don't write as often as I used to
You carve up my skin to get at what I hide away. Your blade pierces through me, sharp and unyielding, your hands tear me open like a wild animal digging through a fresh kill.
I'm messy, I get your fingers sticky. Though you continue to rip me open with fervor, and I stain your hands red with my blood. Yet as you peel away layers, you pick my insides out patiently.
Your hand no longer rough and uncaring, now gentle and tender. You do not want to feast on me like a wolf, you gingerly rustle my seeds until they are loose and fall on their own. You do not carry a greed, a desire to devour me by tearing me to pieces anymore.
And I hope that when you do feast upon my insides, that when you are eating me as I am, that I am sweet enough to satisfy. That I will bring you the delicous snack that you wished for. That your patience isn't for naught.
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Dammit.
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This would have been my personal best. One mine left, two possible cells it could be, 50/50, a flip of a coin.
Dammit.
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cauldron-chatter · 1 year
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Minecraft as Metaphors
I play minecraft with a friend. We make servers with carefully selected mods and start out together.
On the first day, I build a house. I make a bed to sleep through the nights and stay safe. This is always a problem because he doesn't want to sleep. He starts in the mines where there is no night and day. He mines away while I put up four walls around a Campfire, cooking eggs.
By the end of our first week on this new server, I have a house with organized storage, chickens, and a beautiful, if pointless, garden. He has a chest full of cobblestone and diamonds.
The thing is, we both like magic. We each pick mods to learn, sometimes working on one together, and making magical advancements to help each other. But it never lasts long. He has already collected all achievements while I'm still harvesting potatoes and learning new recipes.
I've always felt too slow. He learns the mechanics with great ease while I'm spending half my time on wiki pages reading over and over again. He complains that he's running out of things to do. He has portals to anywhere he wants to go. He has weapons that can kill any enemy in one shot.
I still haven't figure out enchantments or magical armor. I still die whenever I come across the most basic mobs.
I play minecraft with a friend, but not for very long. He gets bored. He's finished the game. There's nothing more for him to explore. He's made every machine and cast every spell. He lives in a dark little house, full of magic and secrets, where he doesn't sleep because he doesn't need to. He doesn't need food nor gifts. He logs off.
I still haven't completed any skill trees. But I just built a library for my house and my chickens keep me company. I wonder if I'm no good at this game as I harvest my crops. I'm always borrowing from his chests, never making anything worth trading. I'm still on wiki trying to learn how to harvest Potion ingredients without dying. I've found a treasure map that leads to chunks unloaded. When the sun sets and the monsters growl, I still crawl under the covers for safety. I log off, too.
Am I playing wrong?
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microcroft · 10 months
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some people would rather let a thousand toddlers drown in a pool than install a safety gate around it
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Make friends with your demons. Have a cuppa with your shadow. Hold hands with the monster under the bed. Take existential dread for a walk. Chat with your local cryptid or eldritch horror. Buy them cake. Get to know them. Find out who they are, where they came from and why they’re there; the answers might shock you. Your demons appeared for a reason, and I’d bet it’s not just to scare you.
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spacedykez · 1 year
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if the lgbtq+ community is fruit (the food group), then aros and aces are tomatoes. yes we are also fruits but people tend to forget that we are.
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smellicat · 1 year
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La cotidianidad latinoamericana no tiene errores de tonos - Photo: by me
https://instagram.com/hijadediosmedez?igshid=ZDdkNTZiNTM=
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border-collie · 1 year
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I get pushed out of windows and keep landing on my feet, but I wish life would stop pushing me out if windows
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