#but i'm being so brave about it

[sheerakk]

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[c-rowlesdraws]

this is too stupid to edit the post about but I realized I used the wrong term for using bones for divination. Oracle bones are a very specific kind of ancient relic from China and thereabouts, where diviners would carve questions about the future into livestock scapulae or turtle plastrons, burn the bones until they cracked, and then interpret the question's answer from the pattern of the cracks. The thing where you throw a bunch of bones on the ground and interpret the pattern they make when they come to rest is called, appropriately, "bone throwing" or osteomancy (from the Greek osteon, bone, and manteia, divination), and is an ancient form of divination still practiced in different forms by various communities worldwide.

You can even buy throwing bones on Etsy, if you're so inclined:

[bigassbowlingballhead]

there's people on this website who've proven themselves to be very weird (negative) about queer men talking about tzp and i feel very keep my wife's name out your mouth about it

[melandrops]

(though gritted teeth) other people can have different interpretations of characters and relationships. its fine. irs fine

[peregreen]

the agony of Consequences (have to fold laundry) from my Actions (ran a load of laundry)

[holmesandwhatson]

finally signed up on this language exchange platform

haven't even talked with anyone yet but my social anxiety levels are through the roof

[theartofangirling]

tummy ache at work :(

[xthemandylorianx]

I'm about to watch a scary movie right now and I just think it's a crime that I'm all alone and not cuddled up with someone under a blanket

[cowboyhorsegirl]

i think there is an untapped market for nonsexual gags for anxious ppl who just need something to bite on

[fantomfleet]

Good Omens S2 episode 6, a summary:

[awakefor48hours]

“average tumblr user spends 20 hours a daycomplaining about HBO Max completely erasing over 30 shows and movies" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person spends one hour per day. Luce, who still salty about the cancellation of Teen Titans & HBO Max cancelling their shows and movies, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

[bacon-neko]

Nano 2023 Day 13

hey, who made this kid a doctor?

The boy could’ve escape then. Freedom was right in his grasp, a few wing beats away, a quick swoop through the opening in the ceiling and he’d be gone. But he lingered and watched the war god’s stubborn work, shaking and failing. There was blood everywhere—staining the bronze armor, seeping into the dirt, barely stoppered as Ares gave up on the clasps and held his hand to the weeping wound in his shoulder, wincing as he willed it to heal with little success.

The boy stood and lingered, hands twitching for action and feet planted, unable to look away. Then he spotted the sword and the wool cloak abandoned beside it, strewn across the floor. He hesitated and then strode forward, fingers brushing against the blade as he scooped up the cloak and crossed over to Ares, tearing the thing in half as he went.

The war god glanced up, eyes widening a fraction, as the boy knelt at his side, pulled off the armor, and pressed a bit of fabric to both of the gaping wounds.

“Wrap it,” hissed Ares, lifting his injured shoulder. “Won’t do much just held there.”

The boy complied, helping to lift where the war god’s strength failed. Finished with the work, Ares in no better shape but at least not getting worse, Keraunos slung his good arm over his own shoulder and pulled him to his feet. Ares moved with minimal complaint, teeth gritted together too hard for even pained groans to escape as the pair attempted to walk back out of the tunnel.

[cerebrobullet]

Chapters: 1/3 Characters: Richard Sharpe, Patrick Harper, Chosen Men (Sharpe) Additional Tags: Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Unreliable Narrator, because surprisingly have a massive fever makes you read the room a bit wrong sometimes, can def be harper/sharpe with a polite amount of squinting Summary:

Lieutenant Sharpe, growing quickly weak with sickness and fever, is stranded by a storm with men he isn't sure he can trust yet. But once the storm hits, he finds he has to put his life in the hands of Sergeant Patrick Harper whose silent, hunting gaze has been following him since their latest altercation just a day ago.

Are Sharpe's fears fevered paranoia, or terrifying reality?

[heyheymarrymearchie]

ngl i'm definitely having a charlie tummy day today :(

[midnightwinterhawk]

For the first time in a million years I'm going into work on my day off to help them out. I already regret my decision and I haven't even gotten dressed.

[foreignobjecticus]

Reliving my End of Highschool celebration month by playing Skyrim for six hours straight. Being an adult by stopping at a reasonable hour. Letting all the stress flood right back in when I realise I could have been doing other important things.