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Cryptid Self Care (because sometimes you need to be a little mentally ill to take care of yourself)

drink water, your insides are a bog that must be maintained

shower/wash hands regularly, your ecosystem must remain clean (think of how sad it is to see trash in the forest. that's the bacteria on your body)

spend time outside, cryptids are connected to their environment

write in a journal, your cryptid tales must be recorded! (plus you can make up fun handwriting fonts and secret codes!)

brush your teeth, you can't bite if you have no teeth

eat fruits and veggies, more plants to sustain your unique ecosystem!

take care of yourselves! cryptids are important parts of their local environments and need to be kept healthy!

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"Read Banned Books" a new full page cartoon essay published in The New York Times Arts & Leisure section today.

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Just remember 60 people signed on to stab Caesar and he only had 23 stab wounds, the real moral of the story is group projects have always just been like that

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reblog on a-

what day even is it?

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whenever the Shakespeare play opens with a dude with a mustache and an acoustic guitar you know it’s gonna either be the worst thing you’ve ever seen or an incarnation of the spirit of Shakespeare himself

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Okay, I think it would be so fucking funny if like- someone wrote a story with a succubus/incubus character in it whose abilities allow them to change their appearance to look more appealing to different targets and instead of watching this demon of lust masterfully allure their prey into the palm of their hand, I wanna see them fuck up. Like so badly.

Succubus: "Tell me more about you! What's your type?"

Target: "I like goth chicks, I guess?"

Literally not even a moment later:

Succubus: Is now head to toe in goth apparel

Succubus: "Well...? Keep going! Tell me more" :)

Target, confused: "I... Uhh, okay...? I guess I like girls with green eyes?"

Succubus: Blinking until their eyes are green

Target, once again, very confused: "Wait- how did- your eyes were just brown-"

Succubus: "What? No, they weren't, you're crazy, simply a liar, wrong. Anyways, I'll see you later! K. Bye-"'

Like- I just think we need more dumbasses perusing around very clumsily, attempting to chomp on some souls. I need more idiot lust demons and I will be pitching more stuff like this as I think of it >:)

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I love shakespeare so much. Reading hamlet like chewing on the most wonderful woodchips known to man

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moth

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Hamlet: Bi-con? More like BI-POLAR!!!

Horatio: Sir-

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I’d like to think that the songs hotel california and margaritaville take place in the same location and the two narrators are just handling their situations very differently

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Billiam Shakespeare

Bill is short for Billiam

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Bill is short for Billiam

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I like to think sometimes about things that are necessarily finite, but have the capacity to be conceptually infinite. Books are this way, in particular, for me.

Let's take Hamlet, for example: There must be a finite number of copies of Hamlet in the world. Of course, there are a lot of copies, as it's a famous work by a famous writer, but even if you count all of the digital copies floating around on servers, hard drives, and eReaders with dead batteries, there is a current maximum number of copies. Plus, even as new copies are produced, there are other copies that are probably destroyed.

But the digital aspect actually helps to illustrate something: Hamlet, while having discrete, specific words that make it Hamlet, rather than something else, is not intrinsically any one of its copies. Sure, I have a copy of Hamlet that has been printed on paper and bound up as a book, but I also have a copy of it that is in, like, 0.5pt font and printed in two columns on a single sheet of paper (I was bored in high school one time). The form of the text's presentation varies independently from the text itself, because the text is, basically, just a concept. It's an idea with precise specifications that we must preserve in physical forms, but those physical forms are potentially infinite in variety, despite being logically finite in current existence.

If you think about the vastness of the Universe, then even the many copies of Hamlet that circulate around our little globe are pointlessly small in quantity. Nonetheless, there is nothing to say that those words—those ideas—must be forever confined to their present numbers. Copies could be made over centuries and millennia, long after our English is as incomprehensible to future speakers as that of Beowulf is to us. Through all of that, even though the number of copies will always remain functionally finite, Hamlet will continue to be potentially infinite, just like any other story, idea, or otherwise reproducible work. And, with digital things, that makes it even more the case, as the nature of digital files makes it easier to copy things without a loss of quality.

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Imagine a legal commercial in the style of a perfume commercial.