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The first moment you laid eyes on him, you knew that something was terribly wrong with your son. It might’ve been the fact that his eyes were all-black when he was born or that his first words were, “This human form is limiting”. You’re not entirely sure.

I thought only the goddess’s chosen hero could wield the master sword? There’s a theory to be had here…

“I’m fine, I’m not getting corrupted by this power! I can control it!” -guy who is 100% getting corrupted by this power

I didn’t know this was an option?

Thanks for the tag @thelastplantagenet 😊💚

1. Do this uquiz.

2. Do this picrew.

3. Tag people.

feel free to play if you’d like :)

@buncha-angry-kids-with-no-money @thatoneandlonelyemo2005 @with-the-words-all-wrong

“I’m fine, I’m not getting corrupted by this power! I can control it!” -guy who is 100% getting corrupted by this power

By LabradoriteKing on Pinterest

Howl’s Moving Castle??

GLOBUS POLSKI

Globe only with Poland

Spot the difference.

(This isn’t t hate, its just the first thought that came to mind when I saw Jax)

Yah and get this, there ARENT “British” people. They went extinct after “awhile” bc they were “too ambitious” :,(

Just learned about history. Appalled

they throws dirt cubes at miguel o’hara

what if theres a minecraft spiderman in the spiderverse and hes just a player w a spiderman skin in creative mode that got poisoned by a cave spider?

what if theres a minecraft spiderman in the spiderverse and hes just a player w a spiderman skin in creative mode that got poisoned by a cave spider?

kpop - korean pop

kawaii - korean hawaii

it will always be the big tidy to me 😔

here’s part 2!! hope this helps yall

Okay so I have this great character sheet and thought i could post it here

its not mine btw. i will post a reblog for the rest

Okay so I have this great character sheet and thought i could post it here

its not mine btw. i will post a reblog for the rest

I FOUND CLEOS LIMITED LIFE SKIN INSPO!!!

Two bears high-fiving

Two dogs booping noses

(via reddit)

Whatever post that is below gets crushed. Whoops.

Now I just imagine a time traveler saying on a radio broadcast at 7pm in the 1950s. “Society will crumble, your children will die. Keep creativity on their hearts and playfulness in their minds. Lest you do this your father will be sorrow and you mother, pain. You will have forsaken this world in great vain. So keep the qualities that you lack in future generations. They hold the key to untangling this terrible machination.”

I agree with the idea that a lot of humans nowadays have a severe lack of curiosity about the world, but I think there has to be a solution other than shame.

I think about this every day because the fate of our world hangs on curiosity: either we will rediscover the importance and wonders of the soil and bugs and flowers and water and finally with the whole natural world, or this way will be forgotten.

People raised in the great wasteland of the suburbs and roads and buildings have never seen most of the plants and creatures that are supposed to fill every field and meadow. So many humans have never seen with their own eyes more than a scant few of the most common of hundreds of wildflowers that are supposed to surround them. Some live in biomes designated forest and have never witnessed truly mature trees. They do not know what the birds sound like. When they see an ordinary deer, they are awed and amazed by it or even afraid of it. They have never eaten any of the delicious wild fruits that grow in their homeland; all birds except starlings and robins and sparrows are so strange and beautiful that they stare in wonder. They confront insects like people on an alien planet encountering an unknown life form: What is this? Will it hurt me?

I cannot even describe the grief I feel on behalf of humans that grow up and live in the wasteland of pavement and lawn. That we are expected to live in these brutal environments, that we are expected to be content without the right or ability to live alongside living creatures, to walk among wildflowers, to hear birdsong, to feel the plush softness of moss, to see even common bees and butterflies—the fact that we live, work, and raise our children in poisonous wastes where nearly everything has been wiped out, and the simplest and most abundant of natural pleasures are rare privileges—it's cruel. It's a crime against the human spirit. It makes me so angry and sad.

When I started researching plants, I had no idea that I would end up expanding my mind so much that I would be virtually a different person within the year. Before I learned, I could not have imagined the diversity and beauty that exists in the world. My mind did not have the tools to come up with it.

I lived for over twenty years believing that there was only one species of firefly. I lived for over twenty years not knowing that the Southeastern US has native bamboo. I had never tasted the indescribable flavor of a pawpaw or seen the iridescent vibrance of a red-spotted purple butterfly. I had only seen a Pileated Woodpecker out the window of a car. I had never touched true topsoil, the soft, living blanket of rich, sweet-smelling earth full of mycelium, as springy and plush as a mattress. Just one year ago, I knew nothing!

Humans, as creatures, are insatiably curious and hunger for beauty. It is so cruel to deprive a human of relationship with their natural environment.

It is no wonder that we are all addicted to the internet—we have a crucial need that is unfulfilled. Compared with a forest, the world of lawns and buildings is so ridiculously flat and unstimulating. You would expect humans in such a place to feel constantly bored, restless, frustrated, and incurably sad.

I feel that lack of curiosity can be a chosen thing, but it is also a defense mechanism against a world that will feel like sandpaper on the senses of the curious.

But we need curiosity to fix this—we need the ability to notice the living things that have crept in at the edges of the wasteland and be infected and tormented by their beauty. We need to recognize the forest reaching into our cage in the form of tiny saplings. We need to discard the word "weed," not because it is derogatory because it is fundamentally incurious—it designates a plant as needing no identity outside of its unwantedness. We must learn their names. We must wonder what their names are.

We need to host a bug race yearly now, it would be funny to make it an event like we do with so many other things

Nom

Would you eat him ?