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.
*writes I LIKE GIRLS on every other page of my journals so future historians don’t try to insist that I’m straight”
Future straight Historians: “we see several examples of her prioritizing a sisterly bond with the women around her, for example on page 12 she says ‘I like girls’ and throughout the text she references loving women and preferring their company. This is not to say she prioritized above her romantic relationships because on page 78 she mentions talking to a man one time in her life. It’s hard to know just how much she valued her sisterly bond with women due to this one reference of men and the ambiguity of early 21st century slang. For example on page 12 when she said she liked women, the passage continues ’…in a lesbian way. I want to kiss girls, they are so pretty, I’m so gay.’ Now it’s difficult to understand just what that sentence means. We know that in the early 21st century kissing on the cheek in greeting had gone out of vogue but the word gay, a word with an archaic meaning of happiness gives the contextual clues that perhaps she is references that old fashioned practice.
Going back to the nameless man that is mentioned once on page 78 for one sentance…”
“Now, given that she wrote on page 12, ‘Just to be clear: I’m sexually and romantically attracted to women exclusively,’ one may be tempted to read this literally, but we can’t rule out sarcasm.”
It may seem like @vilesbian is joking, but she really isn’t.
Few things lay bare America’s pretentions about class so clearly as the distinction between a “tiny house” and a “mobile home.”
For people who may not get the nuance of this, and may at first say ‘a mobile home is, you know, mobile. You can put it on a trailer!’– you are wrong.
‘Mobile homes’ are not ‘homes that are mobile always’. They are ‘homes that are built somewhere else, and then transported to the site and set on the foundation’. The difference between a pre-fab mobile home and a pre-fab tiny house is like 99% style at this point. Most mobile homes *can’t* be moved once they’re set up, or if you tried you’d do all kinds of irrepairable damage.
A mobile home mostly fits in a very specific set of measurements, because single-wide and double-wide plots are standardized. A tiny house has a lot more variety, and they are built for hyperefficiency rather than to be inexpensive and standardized.
Double-wide trailer, built at a factory, minimally assembled on site and designed to house a family of 3 or 4 as cheaply as possible – sketchy and low class and old and dirty.
Tiny house, built at a factory, minimally assembled on site, and designed to house 1-2 people in some kind of minimalist’s paradise – cool and hip and THE FUTURE.
Functional difference between the two: the footprint, a paint job, some modular furniture and marketing.
where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!
oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!
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