#small steps are better than no steps

[thepeacefulgarden]

[tasthedelulu]

So much to study so little time

[brown-little-robin]

I think I'm in the "conscious incompetence" stage of being a social animal in the real world and it sucks so majorly. bro what do you do after you realize you're bad at socializing and then in-person interaction gets harder because you know you're failing at it now.

[bunnyflawz]

[rxttenfish]

no the fact that it's more efficient to breathe oxygen from the air rather than oxygen in water through gills is NOT why whales and other secondarily aquatic organisms "still have lungs".

they still have lungs because they evolved from ancestors that had lungs and did not have gills. evolution does not work towards an intended goal, it can only work upon that which you already have. the efficiency describes the way they interact with their aquatic environment and habitat compared to their neighbors who do have gills. do not get it mixed up.

[advisortotheadvisor]

nothing worse than a YouTube video that's kind of wrong about a subject you know about

[prettyflyshyguy]

Pleased to announce today I have:

-Stopped doomscrolling

-Prepped and am about to mail some shop orders + go for a walk

I have yet to:

-Send a slightly scary email (its not actually scary but those that know know)

-do three other things I've been putting off

[yournewfriendshouse]

me yesterday, cleaning the shower after doing a large amount of ingredient prep: I understand the consequences of my actions!

me up all night and now walking around like an ancient crone and dropping everything because of swollen hands, agonising back, and bad brain: you didn’t understand shit

[aleki-lives-here]

the nothing in between

Summary:

"It didn’t feel like a dreamless slumber nor the darkness behind closed eyelids. There was no darkness, the same way there was no light. The time itself ceased to exists for eternities at a time. Mostly, there was nothing." - - - or the one in which Wei Wuxian spent thirteen years dead, and got to talk about it in the safety of Lan Zhan's arms.

[kye-865]

It’s slightly lopsided, and based on a really blurry screenshot, but I tried my hand at bookbinding because I was bored and it eventually turned into this. It’s based on rune’s flight journal, it’s not like 100% correct because the wings are slightly different and I just took a guess at the words on the front, but it’s based on that.

It’s not my best, but I am really happy with how it turned out

[mishkakagehishka]

You gotta also celebrate the miniscule wins tbh

[skrunksthatwunk]

have just been introduced to a kitten named rascal who lives on my floor and whose babysitters (who are not his owner?) were trying Really hard to goad me into adopting which like. he's a little baby and he's so so so silly and he barely even bit me but like also. this cat isn't yours???? anyway if the owner's giving him up then I might finally have a cat which like AHHHHHG

[clownaura]

i paid off a card that went to collections 🎉

[acourtofquestions]

Hearth to hearth, the Flame of War went.

Over snow-blasted mountains and amongst the trees of tangled forests, hiding from the enemies that prowled the skies. Through long, bitterly cold nights where the wind howled as it tried to wipe out any trace of that flame.

But the wind did not succeed, not against the flame of the queen.

So hearth to hearth, it went.

To remote villages where people screamed and scattered as a young-faced woman descended from the skies on a broom, waving her torch high.

Not to signal them, but the few women who did not run. Who walked toward the flame, the rider, as she called out, "Your queen summons you to war. Will you fly?"

Trunks hidden in attics were thrown open. Folded swaths of red cloth pulled from within. Brooms left in closets, beside doorways, tucked under beds, were brought out, bound in gold or silver or twine. And swords-ancient and beautiful—were drawn from beneath floorboards, or hauled down from haylofts, their metal shining as bright and fresh as the day they had been forged in a city now lying in ruin.

Witches, the townsfolk whispered, husbands wide-eyed and disbelieving as the women took to the skies, red cloaks billowing. Witches amongst us all this time.

Village to village, where hearths that had never once gone fully dark blazed in answer.

Always one rider going out, to find the next hearth, the next bastion of their people.

Witches, here amongst us. Witches, now going to war.

A rising tide of witches, who took to the skies in their red cloaks, swords strapped to their backs, brooms shedding years of dust with each mile northward.

Witches who bade their families farewell, offering no explanation before they kissed their sleeping babes and vanished into the starry night.

Mile after mile, across the darkening world, the call went out, ceaseless and unending as the eternal flame that passed from hearth to hearth.

"Fly, fly, fly!" they shouted. "To the queen! To war!"

Far and wide, through snow and storm and peril, the Crochans flew.

[rivertakis]

walked home with a classmate

right after getting home i was hype because.... *checks notes*.... "im cool enough for someone to want to hold a conversation with me."

wow, having low self esteem for years has really done a number on my standards

[heliianth]

the dark evil wizards have afflicted me with a hyperspecific interpretation of killuas "moral conflict" which leaves a lot of fan content that tries to engage with it unsatisfying. a wicked and foul hex indeed