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Hi! I’m Leo and I accidentally deleted my entire tumblr account. So. I’m rebuilding, brick by brick, but I need people to follow now! Please like or reblog this if you post:

witchy shit

photography

poetry

activism stuff (queer activism, racial activism, etc) 

sciency things

honestly just give it a shot and I’ll probably check you out

Thank you!!

This fake yarn is supposedly better for sheep.

Aimed at people who don’t know where wool comes from, it’s 100% plastic. Yes, plastic.

So any garment you wash will release microfibres into the sea. It’ll never decompose.

You’re supposed to believe that sheep shearing is violent and cruel. There are imbeciles out there that work in an unprofessional manner while shearing, but that’s not the case overall.

Sheep don’t suffer from having their fleece removed.

Left on, the fleece can become a home for fly eggs and the subsequent maggots which can eat the sheep. Chemical treatments are available to prevent that happening. It’s much better for the sheep, the land and the farmer to avoid chemical use.

Don’t be fooled. Wool is a sustainable material, one we should make more and better use of.

Please reblog, this is so important.

Can these directors please learn to use dark palettes without making all the details in the shots imperceiveable? I can’t fucking see!!!

Terrible Character Ideas:

A monk based on a European Christian archetype. They have sworn a sacred oath to defeat the giant snail plaguing the countryside.

A dragonborn desperately trying to convince the party that they’re really an aarakocra with a skin condition that made their feathers fall out.

Your standard horny bard, but they play a washboard. 

A sentient hat piloting a mannequin.

A dark elf who’s afraid of the dark, and terrified of spiders.

A peasant farmer who joined the adventure because they’re going through a midlife crisis and want to ~find themself.~

A druid who got involved because they’re the party’s weed dealer.

A werewolf who doesn’t believe in the moon.

i wish people would stop romanticizing not eating breakfast and not getting enough sleep and being dependent on coffee to function and always being in a bad mood and treating yourself poorly because that behavior is very unhealthy for you

I don’t want to see the good in my abuser.

I don’t want them to show me kindness.

I sure as hell don’t want their help.

I know it’s stubborn, but kindness only confuses me. It makes me feel like maybe I exaggerated my pain; as if my brain concocted events just to claim abuse.

Worst of all, it makes me feel like I need to forgive them.

I want to be able to say they were and will always be a horrible person; it’s much easier for my mind to categorize people in extremes.

Their intermittent kindness feels like a trap.

I think I find a solemn comfort in believing that certain people are undoubtedly evil.

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

i told ya we’ve canceled discourse n we’ve moved on to homesteading skills