My wife’s idea of decompressing after the busy holiday was to rearrange every piece of furniture in our home is this an ADHD thing or just a her thing
I’m not complaining the way she’s done it is much better than it was it’s just like how is this your idea of a relaxing weekend
Listen I don’t get to decide when the drunk elf that is my executive actually does the functioning but when he does we have a SMALL WINDOW OF TIME before he finds the schnapps again and we’re done
yes this exactly
So to me, there are spoons (general energy cost) and carnival tickets (specific energy cost).
Spoons can be used pretty much anywhere.
Carnival tickets are only good for the carnival, and it’s only in town for a limited amount of time.
So like, if I get “kitchen cleaning” carnival tickets, I can’t use that to clean my bedroom, that’s not where the carnival is.
pokemon blood and pokemon bone where you osmosis jones your way through some creature to discover microscopic pokemon
I can get behind that
(Top to bottom: tardigrades, staphylococcus aureus, and mash up of various fungi)
this but they’re the sole source of disease in the Pokemon universe
*doctor places stethoscope on my chest* “Good news and bad news: here’s the good news, I can hear it chanting it’s own name, so diagnosis is easy. The bad news is… you’ve got tuberculosa.”
Elrond as viewed by Númenoreans is hilarious. Aristocracy is one thing, and their long kept histories and direct descent from the elves.
But someone lowborn - still educated, still familiar with the stories. Faithful or not. Lifespan lower than the upper class, but longer than other humans - but that doesn’t matter - thousands of years is a long time. The Roman Empire was more recent than this guy.
Because imagine the founder of your nation and its first king, who was told to have been born as the son of a bird and a star, lived to be 500, and who died 2000 years ago. Just. Has a sibling. Who is still running around. You can go visit him. You can! He’s very friendly. He wrote the medical book your healers study from. He updates it religiously every other decade. You don’t hear from him often because he lives fairly secluded from society and seems to prefer a quiet life but every few hundred years something batshit insane happens and he’s right there. At the center of things. Pretending to be a background character, as if Sauron didn’t look warily at him expecting him to turn into another Lúthien incident. Maybe he’s shy?
You are a sailor. You meet him on one of your journeys to Middle Earth.
He’s not shy. He’s just crown-phobic. He looks like every single painting of Tar-Minyatur you’ve seen. He glitters under starlight. Literally. His parents are a bird and a star and you keep forgetting that’s not a metaphor. Everyone is in love with him. He sings to the birds. He has had a slowburn one-sided romance going on for the past 1000 years. His crush has yet to find out but the king is running a betting pool.
ID: Digital illustration featuring the reapers and the Raven Queen. As though in a painting, in a large, golden frame hung on a wall, Lup, Kravitz, and Barry stand in front of the Raven Queen; they smile, hands folded behind their back. They are all wearing dark suits with blue ties; Lup’s is undone around her neck. The Raven Queen is much larger than all of them; she smiles. Taako, Kravitz, Lup, and Barry stand in the foreground in front of the painting, looking at each other, smiling, and talking. They are grey monochrome as though in shadow. The wall the painting is hung on is black and patterned. End ID.
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