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It’s because so many of the fields where we grow our fucks were barren last year.
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my 2 moods
are you ever like… all the work ive done in my life is Fake Hard Work and im a sham and everyone around me has done Real Hard Work… and then youre like thats something everyone feels sometimes… and THEN youre like actually im faking that too
Imposter syndrome is the worst
elphabaforpresidentofgallifrey:
we stan a literary icon
Concept: a bunch of high school Satanists get drunk in the local graveyard and try to conjure a demon, but they’re using one of those “reconstructionist” ritual books that gets its sources all mixed up, so they end up with a minor Mithraic fertility spirit that hasn’t spoken with humans in like 1700 years instead. By the terms of its binding it’s not allowed to leave until it’s ensured a successful harvest for its summoners, which is a problem, because none of these goobers have ever raised so much as a houseplant; if it wants to go home, it’s going to have to teach them how to garden – whether they want to learn or not!
Addition to Concept: told from spirit’s point of view, with long digressions into the history of agriculture, the domestication of various crops, and the importance of soil management.
Further Addition: spirit learns about those fuckers at Monsanto creating ‘round-up ready’ terminator seeds, proceeds to haunt the shit out of them with assistance from their gaggle of baby satanists.
I absolutely do not have my ducks in a row. In fact, I don’t even know where they are but if you see them please be kind they have anxiety
THE ROAD LESS TRAVELLED // a short story about finding a path in the woods and realizing something you should have realized a long time ago
I’m Kickstarting a book of my best stories and I’d love for you to take a look! http://shorteststory.com/book
Science fiction: if humans faced an alien invasion, they would all band together and cooperate and put petty problems of race and religion behind them
Humans, every time they were faced with strange and mysterious foreign invaders: hey awesome, can you help us kill our dipshit neighbors?
the aliens have blown up the white house!
half the world, and indeed half of America: fuckin’ ace
Bed made? For Bobby.
Face washed? For Jonathan.
French tucked? For Tan.
Breakfast eaten? For Antoni.
Self Loved? For Karamo.