Can I ask about the « there is a lobster somewhere »? What happened??
Some teenage boys were seen removing a lobster from a tank. Then seen walking around with it. Then walking around without the lobster. Then leaving the property without the lobster
Possibilities included:
Put lobster back (not seen)
Put lobster in backpack (not seen)
Put lobster somewhere 'funny' (possible)
Sad lobster skittering around under a shelf somewhere
I was able to find the lobster in a different tank in the seafood department, and upon the owner's deliberation over whether the lobster was still safe for consumption or if it was now inedible and as such to be 'disposed of', offered to purchase it, if only to spare a living critter the potential indignity of being thrown into a trash compactor, alive OR dead, after all the trouble of being removed from the ocean in the first place.
I don't know what my plan was. I didn't have an aquarium and was not prepared for an immortal pet OR lobstercide, and like. Releasing it into the ocean didn't seem environmentally sound, either.
In the end, it was determined that it was likely still fit for human consumption and moved to a quarantine tank.
Not sure how I feel about that. I grew admittedly a bit too attached a bit too fast
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something about the idea of gojo dying hurts more than like…any other character death / potential character death i’ve ever encountered because there’s always so much hope centered around him. like everyone’s always just been assured that he’s the strongest that you’re just like. well. this was supposed to be the one that definitely made it out :,)
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My first day of college is tomorrow and I am a stressed up baby :’)
So, to ease my troubles (and hopefully yours! If y’all have any…), I present to you:
✨Ambrosius admiring his loved one every chance he can fucking get✨
Like, okay dude, we get it, you’re down bad 🙄
My man, Ambrosius, physically and visually can not keep himself away from Ballister.
It makes me want to 🫠🫠🫠🫠
When will it be my turn for someone to look at me like I’m the answer to every mystery in the universe???
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I’m finally coming down from the high of bbh’s stream and it’s got me thinking about fatherhood and cycles.
Bbh’s Father (god) disowned him and cast him from home for some unknown sin. His love was conditional on obedience and submission with the cruelest of punishments for those who didn’t fit the mold.
For thousands of years bbh has been alone in his yearning for Home. He embraces himself, the qualities that his Father shunned, because what else can he do? He tried to please his Father and it wasn’t enough, it was never enough. I can’t help but wonder if embracing the qualities his Father hated was both a form of self actualization and self harm - pushing himself further and further from home just by choosing himself.
Then from nowhere the most unexpected thing occurred. Bbh himself became a father. A small little egg with a top hat rolled into his life and everything changed. He gave that little egg everything, anything they could ask. He didn’t always understand Dapper’s quirks, her need to capture every animal they stumbled across, her vast knowledge of machines and industry, but bbh always supported him and gave him anything he needed to explore his hobbies.
Bbh’s love for Dapper - and the rest of the kids - is unconditional. There is nothing the kids could do that would ever cause bbh to turn his back on them. Do you ever think he lays awake at night wondering how his Father could have cast him aside? Do you ever think he considered the lengths he’d go to for his children and wondered why his own Father never did the same? Do you think he wondered if his Father would scold him for the free rein he gave Dapper? Do you think in the first days he had Dapper that he vowed while watching his baby sleep that things would be different? That he wouldn’t be like his Father? Or do you think the realization came slower over time? He would never put them thought what his Father put him through - bbh would never abandon them like He did. He loved his kids so much it literally killed him.
Then, after all of this, after bbh had built a life for himself, found a family for himself, his Father opens the doors for him to come home. The cruelest thing He could possibly do. “My happiness… you’ve cut it in half” cried out in a broken voice. Again, bbh’s Father showed him how He loves: through control. You can come home but only on my terms. Only if you cut out a part of yourself - the part of yourself that gives you purpose. The part of yourself that ties you to something other than me. And thus bbh is faced with the choice: continue the cycle of abandonment or break it and return to his kids to be the father he never had.
He chooses his kids.
He will never be his Father.
He will always choose his kids.
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Dante and Vergil using each other's weapons in DMC3 and DMC4 is a really good showcase on how often the twins trained together and practically know each other's weapons and fighting styles.
Like...I think about this often. Its both touching and tragic that they know each other well in that respect but not so much these days in others due to being out of touch with each other for so long.
Dante even mimics Vergil when he pulls out Yamato in 4 and its like...damn. Makes me think about how much Dante loved bugging Vergil to spar as kids.
Like....not just because Dante loved to fight with his big brother, but because he looked up to him in a way. Despite the differences they've had, there's always been that respect as siblings. Vergil loved fighting him too, despite the annoyances.
Its just a fact he keeps smothered deep down, but the climax of VoV has him fully embrace it. Makes the ending of them sparring together in 5 all the more wholesome, imo.
Well....as wholesome as you can get with those two, LMAO.
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I went to a local yarn store for the first time, and while I was there, somebody was talking about getting a beginner's knitting kit, and she inquired about when lessons were, and when she was told that they'd be happy to sit down with her and teach her, she was so delighted. She talked about how excited she was and how much she wanted to learn to knit, and it just... it made me fall in love with humanity. It was this pure, unadulterated happiness coming from somebody and it was so genuine and kind, and I couldn't help but smile.
I guess all of this is to say... every moment, there are tiny little joys like this all over the world, and it makes this life worth living. I hope you witness and feel joy this simple, this pure.
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It is something devastating and truly divine to walk through a gallery of christian art only to be faced with the first trans masc body I've ever seen on the wall of an art museum
Wildling Shadow Boxing, 2020, Elle Perez Devotions, Baltimore Museum of Art
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