Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
For some reason I feel like he would have the same vibes of my history teacher from high school, who was such a cool and nice guy and was very passionate about history. He always told the subjects of the classes as if it was some celebrity gossip (which it is) and it was such a funny and easy way to learn!
So yeah if you ask me Hob would be the teacher everyone loves and always gathers around him in every class to listen to his “wild teaching metod”, making people wonder if what he said is actually true (it is! he was there!) or if he was just making stuff up and no I’m totally not projecting…
Hob finishing a class, be like:
“And remember kids! Shakespeare was a fucking homewrecker twink!”
“No Mary, I don’t care if he’s your fave author, he stole my boyfriend’s heart in the 17th century!” and everyone laughs but he’s actually dead serious
throwing my hat into the ring with yet another “what if hob and morpheus were sat at a table again” fanart because I LOVE THEM. the dialogue is based on this quote from tom sturridge.
I was shopping for groceries at the supermarket near my home and found myself contemplating a bag of bok choy that appeared slightly wilted.
“Veggies are getting so expensive,” I said in Chinese to a fellow shopper, an older auntie with a dark red paisley shirt, khaki pants, and a jade bangle.
She nodded and replied in Singlish, “Ya lor. Last Thursday I buy is $1.25. Today already $1.80. Next time buy cooked food more cheaper.” Then she peered into my basket and advised, “Eh, the kangkong today better. Buy kangkong.”
I took her advice. Aunties who remember the individual prices of vegetables are aunties whose advice on groceries you take.
What a strange phrase “cost of living” is.
Probably only humanity out of all the living things in the world has the concept that being alive should come at a monetary cost. I can’t know for sure that the sea cucumbers do not have a burgeoning society built upon whale bone fragments that they exchange for whatever sea cucumbers eat, but I think they are not so intelligent as to be so stupid.
What have we done to ourselves?
Does a butterfly consider the cost of flying to a yellow flower instead of a pink flower? Does a tree know what it has to expend in order to photosynthesize? Does an amoeba contemplate the price of evolving pseudopodia instead of flagella?
I sure hope not. For one thing, I don’t want cats to learn about economics. They’re powerful enough as they are.
Just realized I’m never at a 0 on a fatigue scale, at my best I’m at like.. a 1-3?
I always feel like.. kinda dozey? (Like when you get yawny but not really tired) and my legs and arms feel kinda like how they might feel after a workout or smth.
Wack how people just don’t feel at least a little tired.
shadow, ai am begging you to tell me right now that being fatigued at all time is typical. please. because ai am always at least a two.
I hate to be the one to inform you /lh
Most people are at a 0
are they because thats fucking wild
Wait… some people aren’t constantly tired? Some people go “okay that was a good sleep, time to get up” instead of lamenting that it’s day and they have to get up?? Some people aren’t constantly tired???
My life is a lie-
M solidly 3 all of the time what
…so what’s it like living below a 4 because that’s my minimum
As a constant 1-3 on the fatigue and a fairly constant 3-6 on the pain scale I can say Not Good But In a Way I Assumed All Bodies Existed.
Ooh, 6 on the pain scale, solidarity there, yeah.
I keep watching regular people who power walk or jog and I think they’re superbeings and that’s probably not a Healthy Mindset to have.
Rapidly fluctuating between 4-8, depending on which disorder is acting up on a daily basis, but I’ll take it over the solid 10 I was at for 5 years.
I discovered this concrete relief on a sound barrier by chance during a walk, somewhat hidden between an industrial area and railway tracks. After that, I was able to find out that it was a work of art called Krötenwanderung (Toad Migration) by the artist Thomas Torkler.
it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees
