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Mistakenly touched my weenor after crushing up a chili pepper for my Ramen honestly not as painful as one would expect more of a gentle heat much like the pleasant burn of cayenne in a spiced coffee or even much like . A chili crushed up in a bowl of delicious Ramen. Much food for thought

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thinking about the faith a dragon could put into the human riding it by allowing some scales from its back to be removed and make into armour, weapons, etc. Leaving a vulnerable patch just large enough to be covered by a saddle, connected to a string, connected to the merry arse of this dumbass bald ape so it can keep them from flying into the aether.

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Now more than ever we need to make Tumblr unmarketable, do NOT invite the government into this space.

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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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My grandma used to say "If you can kill it with a rock, it deserves to get eaten" and I live by that. Burnt my ass a few times, but hey, the sword swings both ways.

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Freshly adopted Jason, who is so used to taking care of his mother that the first morning in the manor, he wakes up in early hours to cook for Bruce, too.

Logically speaking, he understands that Bruce doesn't need it — he is a healthy adult, and they have Alfred — but it is six in the morning, and his mind is foggy, so he just follows his instincts. Maybe he does not even realise that mom is not here, after all.

Alfred finds him in the weakly dimmed kitchen when he finishes his walk around the Manor before starting with his chores. He is amused at first, stopping quietly behind the child. He is doing great (that's a surprise since Dick intentionally just stirred more trouble), and Alfred can't help but smile a little.

'Good morning, master Jason. If you are hungry, you should wake me up the next time. I promise to take care of you.'

Jason blinks owlishly, still awfully sleepy. His eyes are barely opened, his hands working on the automat.

'Breakfast,' he mumbles, frowning a little. 'For mom- I mean, for dad.'

Alfred's smile falters. His original impression shifts in a late realisation.

Oh.

'Master Jason, you shouldn't really-'

'Finished,' he yawns, putting a one — just one, nothing for himself at all — plate in front of Alfred.

It is a very simple dish, scrambled eggs with some black paper and toasted bread — but not even made in a toaster, just on the pan; this kid probably doesn't know how to use toasters. It smells nice, Alfred compliments mentally.

'Can you-' He yawns. 'Pass to-'

And then little Jason falls asleep helplessly, falling right in Alfred's arms. He catches him, of course. This boy weighs nothing at all.

'Hey, Al,' Bruce sticks his head in the kitchen, no less sleepy. 'What is going on?'

Alfred explains to Bruce what happened, and he is no less distraught. He helps him to put Jason in the bed and eats all the breakfast he prepared, with a mixture of delight and despair.

And when Jason wakes up, embarrassed by the faint memories of the early morning, Alfred puts a big plate in front of him, filled with so much food that his big blue eyes light up instantly.

'Bon appetite, master Jason,' he smiles. 'Your cooking had passed my personal standards for a cook. You are a good soldier.'

Jason giggles, his mouth already stuffed with bacon.

'That I am.'

And that he always will be.

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Hate how lighting a candle does wonders to my mood. Like wowwww. Grug like fire? Grug not sad anymore because Fire in Cave? Wow. Real predictable of Grug.

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thinking about Unknown/Nth

specifically i’ve found myself drawn to one possible interpretation as this being a song about pulling away from a relationship that can just no longer support a connection and proper understanding of both members.

(Hearsay) I’ve heard that Hozier himself may have brought up the idea that this song is sung from the perspective of lucifer, and his lost love he cannot connect with is God, and the divinity he can no longer reconcile within himself.

Taking it from that perspective and expanding the meaning to “a disconnect from divinity or love caused by the ever growing understanding there will always be a disconnect between oneself and the other” kind of sums up my current impression of the song.

The second last line in particular i’ve fixated on because i feel like it really cradles this idea well (from the perspective of lucifer)

“So much of the livin’, love, is the being unknown

i feel like that might be a sortve double meaning or double entendre depending on how much attention you pay to the first comma.

It could be “So much of the living, Love, is the being unknown” OR “So much of the Living Love, is the being unknown”

The second interpretation, where “Living Love” is the subject of the statement, i feel like reaffirms all these references to divinity and perfection as unknowable, and distant things.

Since God is the Life and the Love of the world, is it in his very nature to be unknowable, to be distant, there is infinite distance that love claims to be able to bridge, but how can you grow close to something unknowable, how can the love of god let you see the truth.

After all, since God is the light of the world, it really is “funny how true colours shine in darkness and in secrecy”, since he cannot be cast in such a darkness, and there is no secrecy of his that can be understood, you cannot know his true colours.

When the inherent nature of the divine is something impossible and unknowable, is it only then natural for it to be the splinter that spreads and cracks and shatters ones love, one’s faith?

And how did Lucifer, when he lost his faith, fail to loose the memory and the feeling of love he still plainly burns to revive.

The narrator goes to great lengths to profess he would do anything to return to his love again, but thinking of the disconnect being not only synonymous with an intimate relationship, but also the relationship one shares with faith, personally makes this desperation to return feel so very real to me.

there is nothing quite like the assurance of faith. It’s a love and a drug you cannot just move beyond so easy. If god was knowable, if god was real, if the Living Love was somebody i could know, i would, but i can’t, those perfect things are unknowable, and there are some things that are better unknown.

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in the mood to steamroll perpetuators of systemic violence in a very “Who has wounded you so deeply, you forget the face of your neighbours and slash at terrors built in their place. You wound us all by bleeding such violence onto the world.

Who has marked you, O’ sibling of Leda, that you would betray your sister. Who was it that called you to channel the wrath of Zeus, conduct his electric fury on earth to shock and bind us all into line. It is your curse that makes us mortal, you cut down your siblings of this life and call it justice, you call it sanctuary.

You turn to the sky, waiting for it to shine upon you, as the lamb who dominated hordes of “wolves” to kneel before your Shepard in the highest. For your efforts, the other lambs are kept weak, they’re kept slow, and anxious, and you are slaughtered. Soon shall every lamb follow.

You are the brave lamb who adores how the Shepards spoils grow when sheep are put to the knife.” kind of way.

Gosh darn it Hozier already wrote this one.

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I'm literally begging you, please be weird and queer, online and offline if you can, I want you to live life being as fascinating as possible

you'll only be alive for so long, please spend some time being odd

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you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe

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Immortality defenders are fools and must be inhibited.

I however am a firm defender of “give JUST ME AO3 style demigodlike powers and conditional, ageless immortality and it will be a rousing success for the planet as a whole”

I can’t believe I’m seeing immortality defenders on my dash in 2025

Gilgamesh did not see mysteries and know secret things, bring a tale of the days before the flood, go on a journey, weary, worn out with labour, and return engraved on stone the whole story for you to say “Skill issue I still want immortality which I would handle fine actually”

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pirate who's worried mermaids are gonna fuck his girlfriends: me fear fish want me women

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"why are people who do cool things always so weird"

i have a startling truth to keep from you... about the relationship between cool and weird