what I love about those timid handwringing “am I allowed to breathe air???” types is sometimes a miracle will happen and something in their brains will snap and you can watch them kill the hall monitor in their heads with a shovel
Actually, no joke, the marachino cherries you put on sundaes really aren’t red. They’re made from cherries like the Queen Anne variety, which are yellow and pink. They are dyed red.
Yes. With the blood of ferrets.
Fact I didn’t just make up, it’s often with insect-derived dyes, which is why some brands are not kosher.
tumblr is not social media to me. it is a little scrapbook I pass between a circle of my mutuals. look at this little sticker here. look at my little poem there. look at the drawing of the sad man from that cw show you hate beside these sunset photos. sure you can add to a page
Some Narinder!! I’ve been thinkin bout him. He’s just out here chillin and reading books and watching birds. Tbh I’ve just been iffy on how I draw him for a while so this was mostly just to experiment a little bit. But he’s havin a good time yk??
Anyways. These were fun, that’s all I’ve got, have a good day y'all o7
Do not think otherwise. I am your eternal rival, I hate you to the bitter end, even if I instinctively clung to your arm during the scary drop on the roller coaster,
im a monsterfucker blog not really a monsterFUCKER blog so perhaps its not my monkeys nor indeed my circus but i do kinda think the ubiquitousness of the harkness test or some variant as like thee lens through which people online like to look at monster/human intimacy is imo rly limiting folkses sense of like imagination and curiosity and whatnot
“does it have human intelligence or greater?” what is human intelligence? how is intelligence evaluated? who is qualified to evaluate this? is it enough for the creature in question to be sufficiently intelligent by their own communities’ standards or must they meet a human standard before being considered? if a being of greater than human intelligence wants to fuck a human, should that be considered an act of predation on their part?
“is it of sexual maturity for its species?” once again, what is sexual maturity? who decides? how do you know if the creature in question has reached it when the possibility exists that your definitions may vary wildly? is maturity defined by a legal threshold, some physical mark of years lived, the achievement of a certain social milestone, or something else even more abstract to human comprehension? does one having reached sexual maturity by any of these definitions guarantee that their partner wont be able to exploit or coerce them in other areas?
“can it talk or otherwise communicate with language?” this point i especially want to hightlight because its the one that throws me the most. im hoping if youve read this far youve started to put together that i think the implications of these criteria extend much farther than the question of sexual compatibility, and if so you may be coming to the same conclusion i did that this point seems to be suggesting that true consent is impossible if two people dont speak the same language, and that the onus is on the non-human party to make themself understood if they want to be viewed as an autonomous being. however the inclusion of this criteria does actually make a lot of sense when you remember that the harkness test is named for and inspired by a character from the show doctor who, which is british.
Each of these questions have dozens of answers, many contradicting. This happens whenever a test or philosophical tool is sufficiently ambiguous without a caretaker standards body to define everything to the letter
My new favorite thing is referring to all in-game currency as dollars, no matter what game. This is closely followed by describing all crowns, helmets, and headwear as hats. I kill a lot of enemies with weird hats and sometimes they have $7 and a biscuit in their pockets.
*digs up chest with 49 gold and a sleeping potion* wow that’s exciting, fifty bucks and a benedryl
CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years
My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation.
My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?”
My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them.
My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]
My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH.
My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.
My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you.
CBC made a good documentary on adult ADHD and part of it really caught me off guard because i swear they repeated verbatim my life story for the past 3 years
My ADHD manifested in excellent in-class work. Excellent understanding in discussions. Excellent participation.
My ADHD manifested in piles of homework left undone until the last possible minute, while I stared at them, thinking; “I want to get these done. I understand the theory. It would take 10 minutes. I want to start, why can’t I start?”
My ADHD manifested in fantastic reading comprehension - nigh impenetrable focus on interesting topics the first time I’m reading about them.
My ADHD manifested in a complete inability to focus on reviews or re-reads, mind skittering sideways and away whenever anything was boring or repetitive. I sat down to study, my books open, my eyes on the text, and my brain clawing its way out the back of my head to focus on something else - anything else. Focus, focus! [No.]
My ADHD manifested in Articulating wings half-finished but still beautiful, in beautiful lineart and half-hearted coloring. In stories written passionately for days until I forgot it existed and never returned. In projects started and forgotten and started and forgotten a thousand times until my bins of project supplies piled up and my bank account shriveled down. No, it will be different this time - I LOVE this new thing. This new thing is my world, my destiny, my Everything. I CREATE and CREATE and CREATE and never FINISH.
My ADHD manifested in confusion and surprise as time slithered away, hours passing like minutes and minutes seeming endless by contrast. An inability to gauge how much time had passed, was left, a task would take. An inability to hold dates in my head, because time didn’t feel consistent or even real.
My ADHD manifested in watching someone talk and not understanding a word they said - literally hearing sounds and translating out only nonsense. In thoughts so loud I couldn’t speak coherently. In a conversation across the room shattering an idea I was trying to hold. It’s hard to think when you’re already thinking about everything around you.
