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The art of mimicry
Foreword
Bees have a cruelly drastic hierarchy. Of the females, one larvae receives a special jelly, called royal jelly to raise a new queen bee. When she hatches, she shall fight the current queen to the death in hopes of usurping her.
The other females are fed workers jelly, bringing them up to complete about every other task in the hive other than bearing the larvae. From sustaining the hive's temperature to construction and defense from outside evils, the worker bees are tools of the hive up until their death.
Perhaps the most tragic of this system is the fate of the male bees, the drones. They have no purpose to their souls other than to mate. Pheromones from the queen bee insures that all other females of the hive will be infertile, leaving the male bees at her mercy. Before the winter, the queen will take a virgin flight, only once in her lifetime, to mate with the drones, a process which kills each of her successful suitors. Those who she doesn't mate are ostracized from the hive anyway, now seen as useless. Cut off from their home and lacking the resources to provide for themselves, the drones will either freeze or starve to death. For them, there is no place in this archaic structure. They are an expendable resource, nothing but sperm banks.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter one: Lucky Body
There is an odd coldness in Genai's room. One of many identical repeating white cells of bedrooms repeating one after the other, each door dark like forgotten cavities in rotten teeth. The pattern is endless, timelessly, a never-ending present. It will not change, it never has. Only the faces, their names are never learned. It is impolite- improper to ask ones senior his title. They disappear without a sound to remember them by, vacating purgatory almost as soon as they arrive. In the day, there is short bustle as the matured leave to attend their queen, the young hatchlings, such as Genai, are left to themselves, left to learn their future roles, their place within Pandemonium's gracious system. "You are lucky", his mentors announce to boys every morning, "You are fertile! You are useful! Your queen protects you!"
They lie.
Genai reminds himself of this lie, remembering the image of the young soldiers- future pursuers- beginning their warm ups outside the facility, barely visible from his window. They are lucky. He will live his life at the mercy of Pandemonium, fighting for her fertile flesh with the other boys. He will not be himself, he is warned, the queen will alter him to her purposes. He is no one in the grand scheme, only a body.
The soldiers, infertile, but able bodied, are allowed to live for themselves. Male or female, it makes no difference. They exchange their names and titles with casualty, they form bonds and cliques. They will spend their adolescence developing their bodies into weapons. Once they mature, they will choose their way, be tuned and afforded the chance to move through the hierarchy, maybe even, the chance to leave.
The artificial night has slowly begun to lighten, a solid bar of grey creeping across the floor, slowly melting into gold. Within his unit, Genai relishes the last few seconds of solace. Once the light turns white, his day will be filled only with the background drone of his mentors voices and envious observation of the soldiers through a glass pane.
Cheesecake
me writing dialogue: how do humans talk? how do normal people talk? what are words?
I hate it but i spent too long on it to not post it-
I gave up as well, hands are hard :(
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oh my god
You know what? No, I'm not as fucking strong as you think I am. I'm actually quite sensitive and every time you make fun of me it. fucking. hurts. I'm an idiot for letting things go and coping with every stab through my heart with all sorts of addictions to numb the pain you give me. Thanks for making me into the pathetic loser I am today.
Being lonely sucks. But I shouldn't feel this way because God is always there for me. I swear I don't doubt God one bit and I know He is the only one I can depend on. But sometimes I need real life support. But that's useless because they're temporary. But I don't know how to do this. I fuck up so much, make so many mistakes, and REPEAT them a gazillion times. And some sins, I've gone waaay past the guilt stage that its become a necessity in my life. I know exactly what I'm doing wrong and what I need to do to change. But I don't have the will. For some reason going to hell isn't that frightening. I mean I know its an unimaginable punishment but honestly I can't bring myself to care. I never wanted to exist or be a part of this. I know no one did. But its so hard... It's so hard to live ... So hell doesn't sound so bad because living sucks anyways. This whole game sucks. Why did He make it so hard to be what He wants. I mean I know its only hard because I made it this way for myself. So I don't know... I don't know what to do to be honest...
tumblr do NOT cheese grate an apple and put it in a mug with a lemon la croix and then add smarties to it worst mistake of my life
(@mintymimby was there to witness the lomng journey of what the fucks i had wjhile drinking it[love you for that pookie/p])
Today was my lowest and proudest moment of my life when I cheated on an exam about morals.
When you follow fellow cosplayers after a convention but can’t remember who tf they are 😭😭
hehe made this for a school tutorial
Yass queen
also sry for not posting again
….And this is why we don’t stay up late...….cause crap like this happens. :V
…..But I love yah Frecks :3
The result of me drawing shitposts at 2 am. Thanks @kaleidraws , @nijiomii I am so sorry not sorry
How life has been lately Tired, Stressed, and Unproductive Fucc
Can I just say that my opinion on tourism in Hawai'i is extremely low. Like for reals, it is. I DESPISE AND AM DISGUSTED by the tourism there.
Now, because I live in Arizona, I understand that there will be alot of you guys saying that I don't have any right to say what I'm about to say. But I believe that I do. My grandfather from my Dad's side is Japanese-Hawaiian (I will try to ask him a bit more on our Hawaiian side of the family when I see him.) and while I don't know how much blood I have from that side other than Japanese, I hold a lot of pride in my ancestors and their homes.
A majority of the tourists treat us with such disrespect. They gawk at us like we are from another world entirely. Like, remember that deleted scene from Lilo and Stitch where those tourists thought that our girl Lilo couldn't speak English, and one of them said "Oh look! A real native!" And that one dude actually snapped a picture of her? Yeah, that happens in real life.
Getting off topic here for a second, I have had incidents were I would get stopped at bus stops or by random strangers at work and had been demanded that I perform a hula or the haka. And I would just stare at these weirdos like "The hell?" Before immediately walking away. For one, hulas and the haka are considered sacred dances. We don't perform them just for the entertainment for others. Second of all, if not performed correctly, that can upset and disresepct our gods and goddesses. (Plus I never took any classes as a child, so...yeah.)
Anyways! Speaking of which, our dance and culture IS NOT something for tourists (and people in general) to turn into Halloween costumes! It is absolutely INFURIATING to me when I would see people dressed up in our traditional clothing and be all "Look! I'm one of those kooky dancers from Lilo and Stich!" It makes me want to buy a coconut and throw them at their heads. -_-
Also, we aren't all that obsessed with Elvis. That's a pretty big stereotype. Yes, he did film movies on the island, but that doesn't mean we are all crazy about him.
To make a long post short, I think tourism can go burn in hell.
Anyone ever hate when your scrolling, and then you stop to read a post, but your thumb or finger slips causing you to send a post to another user, with no fucking context as to why and you immediately have to click "Undo" so that you won't be seen as weird for sending some random user an equally random post?
This is accurate af. No wonder Endeavor is always pissy.
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