Hey. I am 28 old student of medicine, a Pole, and asexual. He/him or they/them pronouns.
I reblog many stuff, way too many things to post here - expect lot of fandom stuff, some aesthetic and animal photos, and shitposts.
Interests include: World of Darkness, Exalted, Nobilis, Pathfinder, Pokemon, Pathologic, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, Gunnerkrigg Court, Kill Six Billion Demons and Homestuck amongst many, many others.
It's nearly 3am and I just had the most worldshaking epiphany: Anakin Skywalker is only nine years older than Han Solo. This is important for several reasons (one of which is "oh my god Anakin is a BABY when he has kids") but the most important is that obviously now there has to be an AU where Anakin was never Vader and instead he just peaced out of the Jedi order and became like a bounty hunter or something but my money is on smuggler bc pilot, and also because where I'm heading with this is an AU where Han and Anakin are, like, familiar with each other before Han ever gets involved w Luke and Leia and the rebellion. Like, they're acquaintances. Frenemies. Business associates, idk.
The polar opposite of corporate accounts trying to come across as hip and super friendly are the ones for libraries, aquariums, parks systems and the like, that are basically just trying to get people excited about learning and the wonder of history/science by posting things like this:
hmmm if you were the subject of a horror movie what would the symbolic imagery or recurring themes in it be for you... mine would be paralyzing guilt, slugs, one last bite of food left on a plate, fire at a distance
Liquid flowers are the most delicate form of flora, believed by many to not even exist. They congeal from seeds cast into small bodies of water, then bubble to the surface as unstable jets of color and fragrance. Each spherical petal instantly bursts into vapor upon contact with the atmosphere, preventing these frail beings from surviving more than a few seconds in the wild.
Human beings have never been fond of such ephemerality, however, and the bottle in your hands is a testament to this. It appears to have once been an apothecary jar, but the previous owner replaced its lid with a complex vacuum-sealing mechanism. It has two primary intake tubes: one to allow the injection of water, and another for seeds. This allows it to serve as something between an aquarium and a garden, preventing the death of any liquid flowers within.
The body of the bottle contains just over a liter of well-preserved molten roses, which, according to the label, have remained somewhat stable for several decades now. As you admire its contents, whorls of cloudy carnelian press against the glass, interspersed with curlicues of darkness. There appears to be no clear water left inside, only a shifting murk of scarlet ooze.
Several deep scars can be seen along the inner surface of the container. Upon closer observation, there are what appear to be thorns throughout the fluid, following a repetitive, elliptical current. It seems that the roses inside have grown restless, and are working together to claw their way out.