Anyone Here Watch R&m? Bcause

Once you start thinking about humans as a species in a biome, it affects your entire way of looking at normal things.

The other day I referred to female morning joggers as an 'indicator species' in that if you see women jogging in the dark it means that the environment provides migration pathways (sidewalks, clear signs) and doesn't have any known predators of female morning joggers (guy with knife, bear, BigTruck, male morning joggers).

Though, I think that people consider framing humans as animals reacting to their environment as rude.

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Oh i am gping to CRY its so beautiful and so HIM!! ty i love you fprever

Reblog with a picture of your f/o(s) (no more than three) and I'll assign them an engagement ring (either for them to propose to you with or you to propose to them with!!) 💍

Im actually pretty interested in the results too

reblogs appreciated bc i am personally super into classpects and therefore super interested to see what the broader homestuck fanbase thinks of them

:)

Me, trying to sleep: I wish I was a bird. 🙁 a nice little carrion bird, preen the feathers and play in the rain. Mmm viktor would be a robot, I think. So no rain for him.

Two days later, I am still living in that nice little world

Fun fact, i tested this to the tune of cave by mumford and sons and had promptly giggled to myself in the empty room.

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.

Ive been gone for so long BUT

ITS HIS BIRTHDAY!!!

(do not question this weird little au thing please i am far too embarrased to answer)

Im thinking about roadrat again. Incase you couldnt tell.