Hello, I welcome you. This is my family. I found it, all on my own. Illogical, and broken, but still fascinating. Indeed, still fascinating. P.S. I have a daily queue from 6am-6pm. He/him
movies about apocalypses: it’s every man for himself!! you can’t trust anyone, it’s a wasteland of solo travelers and sad families, we’re alone out here
humans irl: *pack bond with strangers*
*pack bond with large carnivores*
*pack bond with robots in space thousands of miles away*
Apocalypse preppers who fantasise about all our artificial rules and governments falling away in times of chaos seem to forget that we invented those rules and governments. Over and over. When you put humans near each other, they group up and make a society; that’s why those governments exist. Do they think we magically stop doing that in dangerous situations? Because… we don’t.
good news everyone. crows no longer need instructions to build tools and have started building them from memory, as well as passing the knowledge onto future generations of crows. oops!
better news everyone. crows have learned to construct these tools from unrelated items! they no longer need to follow the original blueprint they were given and are able to improvise using their surroundings.
I can’t believe Miss Congeniality, a movie from 2001, tackles internalised sexism, women’s self-defence and rape (”did you report him? “no, that stuff happens all the time.” “no, no it doesn’t!”) and shows the story of a tough, independent woman learning that she can still be all of that, and so can other women, while still being beautiful and sexy
also, competing women supporting each other??
“which one of these… is… the lipstick…”
*huge group of women freak out and converge on her to help her prepare*
HER WHOLE FINAL PERFORMANCE IS LITERALLY JUST TEACHING WOMEN HOW TO DEFEND THEMSELVES FROM ASSAILANTS
AND I FORGOT ABOUT CALIFORNIA SHOUTING TO THE CROWD ABOUT “I WANNA LET ALL THE LESBIANS KNOW, IF I CAN MAKE IT TO THE TOP 10, SO CAN YOU”
“I realised that these women are smart, terrific people, who just want to make a difference in the world.”
“For me, this experience has been one of the most rewarding, and liberating experiences of my life.”
If Cthulhu can be summoned by humans who are so far beneath it, why can’t humans be summoned by ants? The answer is they should be.
Well if a bunch of ants formed a circle in my house I’d certainly notice, try to figure out where they’d all come from, and possibly wreak destruction there.
That’s why knowing and correctly pronouncing the true name is so important to the ritual. Imagine how impossible it would be to not go take a look if the circle of ants started chanting your name.
And they’re like, you can’t leave because we drew a line made of tiny crystals - now you have to do us a favor.
And you’re like, let’s just see where this goes “yup, you got me… what’s the favor?”
and usually the favor is like, “kill this one ant for us” or “give me a pile of sugar” and you’re like… okay? and you do, because why not, it isn’t hard for you and boy is this going to be a fucking story to tell, these fucking ants chanting your name and wanting a spoonful of sugar or whatever.
And SOMEtimes you get asked for things you can’t really do, one of them, she’s like, “I love this ant but she won’t pay any attention to me, make me important to her” and you’re like… um? how? So you just kill every ant in the colony except the two of them, ta-da! problem solved! and the first ant is like *horrified whisper* “what have I done”
This is the best explanation for higher powers I’ve ever really heard.
For the same reason as I have like seventeen receipts waiting for me to draw on the back of them which could easily be pressed into service as bookmarks, and yet also have *counts* five books propped open on various surfaces.
I also have fifty-two tabs open across four windows.
