No. I Don’t Think I Will Reblog It This Or Any Year

Perhaps they ought not to have eaten the dragon. There had been people objecting to it at the time. Surely such meat was poisonous. Perhaps it was even an affront, an insult to some intangible order of nature they ought to honour.

But the city was starving, the siege had gone on too long, and the king's troops were still a week's march away. The scorched earth would be fertile again in time, but right now it was barren. Right now there were mouths to feed. So they changed their crossbows for butcher knives and got to work.

None of the royal commanders asked any questions that could not be answered. After all, their aid had come shamefully late. The dragon's horned skull made a noble gift, a fitting tribute from a triumphant city to its humbled king. Who would have thought to question them?

And none of the townsfolk spoke up, when the first golden-eyed babes were born. Children who grew up barefoot and fearless, clambering over the city's patched and rebuilt roofs like they had no notion of falling, with a strange glitter to their skin when the sunlight hit it just so. No one breathed a word about dragons.

Because soon enough there were deft, young hands taking loaves straight out of the oven, heedlessly lifting iron from the forge, plunging into boiling laundry water. And some of them more wondrous still, wild, warm-skinned youths, with inexplicable knowledge and peculiar remedies.

A blessing, their families said proudly. A blessing after so much hardship. Which it was, in its way. This city would never fear dragon fire again.

Wiley coyote is such a blorbo tho

Like this lady gets it

my grandma just tried to pronounce blorbo to ask me what it means.

!!!!!!!!!!

i say im fine then i remember this part of the original hadestown nytw production

Now you re-skip my skip right this very minute mister/missy or you’re going in time out

I don’t like you. Unskipps your Skipp

Nono. She’s autistic because we said so.

new headcanon unlocked: loto is autistic because i'm autistic and i said so

A thing about neurodivergence and masking is that eventually you get to the point of realising that a. masking doesn't necessarily mean masking as "normal"; and b. being able to dictate exactly what kind of weirdo people think you are is often much more valuable. It's like, ha ha, fuckers, now I control the narrative.

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

I have never read anything more accurate in my entire existence on this planet. This is so true that all other facts seem in comparison like vague ideas. This has shaken my belief in all things I once knew to be true.

BABY BATS INDEED! I think everyone ever needs to see these images. It has been proven by science that seeing these images cures all illnesses and gives you super powers.

you know what, I’m not done posting about baby bats!!!

here is a fact for you: rescued baby bats are regularly given little blankets and swaddled up like itty bitty bat burritos! this is a whole Thing

Oh, and sometimes they get tiny pillows!

And they get fed out of teensy baby bottles!

They are even given mini bat pacifiers to nurse on 💕

in conclusion, here is a baby bat yawning:

BABY BATS!!!