Mimi

i was tidepooling today and overheard someone say 'chatgpt it so we can figure out what it is' about some sort of creature. loser behavior. you're not in it for the love of the game. i have to do everything around here. let me see the creature. i'll tell you the real answer about what it is and i won't kill the environment. AND i'm literally nice.

it's funny because 5 minutes before that i was IDing something by using the search string "SEA SLUG GREEN STRIPED SMALL SEATTLE" which took me to a very badly designed, hauntingly non mobile optimized website that immediately gave me way more information about my creature than i needed or thought was possible. get good. bitch

hold my hand. come with me to emeralddiving.com's salish sea species index.

btw if you are friends with someone and you have the kind of dynamic where you can tease each other you also need to be nice. just so we're all aware. you also have to be nice with your words on top of it. like with your words. use your words. you should tell them with your words when you like something about them. if you are scared of being too sincere or vulnerable that is not an excuse to not be nice to someone. also you should work on that. ok are we all on the same page

So tired of shallow readings of texts that begin and end with "these two men were gay for each other" ESPECIALLY bc it almost always goes hand in hand with dismissing all female characters out of hand. Yes nick was gay for gatsby but daisy is an extremely important part of novel and gatsby's relationship to her is absolutely vital. Yes goodnight sweet prince is a little fruity but I also care deeply about the tense gender politics of hamlet and ophelia's relationship and her position as a foil to him and also isn't it SO much more interesting if Hamlet really did love her? If he loved her and yet? Like I'm not saying these men aren't gay but it's not worth sacrificing the women of the story

And ALSO this pattern comes with a tendency to oversimplify what makes the m/m relationships compelling in the first place. Nick is obsessed with Gatsby, and enthralled by his life, and his wealth, and horrified by his single-minded obsession, and unable to look away, to stop himself from being complicit. In the depths of his paranoia, Horatio is the only person Hamlet seems to trust implicitly to tell him the truth, and eventually, to retell the truth of his life to others. These are JUICY dynamics and they are not at all served by the impulse to turn a tragedy into a love story with no more substance than "these problems could be solved if they just got gay married"

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

Theodor would approve.

laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!

i trusted you

Do not trust people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people

THE ORIGINAL?!?!?!?!?!

it’s crazy to me that every seed in existence is a little chemical computer taking readings of temperature and moisture and minerals and all that to see if it’s able to grow yet and they’re doing crazy stuff like going into full dormancy and waiting for species-specific conditions etc etc and some seeds will do this in the size of a dust particle (see: orobanche) and some will pack in extra starch and food and do it in the size of a coconut or something… just dissected this flower seed at work that was a woody two-compartment capsule with one embryo per compartment, the whole seed a little smaller than a dime, and I swear to god it had a full soybean’s worth of embryo and food packed in there. it’s just unfathomable to me

are you okay i noticed you reblogging "a raven with a damaged wing. it can still fly with ease" again