englishproblems:

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#so apparently handwashing memes are a thing now #which feels… #it feels like a piece of set dressing you’d see in a work of apocalyptic fiction #a little poignant note about coping mechanisms #did you ever see that post about memes people would make during the apocalypse? #there was a meme from a world where an asteroid was about to hit #took an artist’s conception of an asteroid hitting Earth #added a then-perish image on the asteroid and a guess-I’ll-die image on the Earth #this feels disturbingly like that #tag rambles #death tw #apocalypse cw #illness tw #covid19 #Shakespeare

argumate:

I still remember the way she walked into my office, which is a good sign, as it only happened this morning.

I looked her up and down; mostly down, I’m pretty tall.

She had a face.

Her lips were saying hello but her eyes were telling a very different story, blinking in morse code about the assassin in the air vent.

She knew she had me right where she wanted me: at my desk, in my office, at 11am, the time we had scheduled for this appointment.

As she leaned in close I couldn’t help noticing the kind of details that would give you an uncomfortable degree of insight into the precise contours of the author’s sexual obsessions. It was awkward.

I promised her I’d do whatever I could, because promising to do whatever I couldn’t sounded dangerously illogical.

She reached over and took a swig from the bottle on my desk in a way that was clearly intended to be alluring and transgressive but honestly just felt a little rude, and besides there could have been absolutely anything in that bottle, window cleaner, who knows. As it happens it was only water — I’m trying to stay hydrated and kick the booze habit I picked up after the untimely death of my partner — but she still knocked it back and grimaced just for show.

This Dane meant trouble. (She was from Denmark).


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#overly literal interpretations #death mention

prokopetz:

prokopetz:

Concept: a post-apocalyptic fantasy setting where the First Empire was brought low by their own hubris and annihilated utterly, except for their comprehensive – and apparently indestructible – automated public transit network, whose trains still run perfectly on schedule when everything else the Empire built has crumbled to dust. Nobody knows what (if anything) is controlling the network, but there always seems to be a train coming along in just a few minutes whenever you need one, even if anticipating that need would have required some sort of prescience, and the civilisations that rose from the First Empire’s ashes are built around the sites of the network’s former stations.

Further random thoughts:

  • The trains are capable of incredible top speeds and punch right through nearly any obstacle placed on the tracks, so efforts to block or redirect them generally fail,

  • They also take their role as public transit seriously, and seem to actively resist attempts to control access to them; if a station is secured against public access, the trains will simply pick a new stretch of track nearby and begin to stop there instead.

  • The trains will forcibly eject anyone who attempts violence against another passenger, so the interior of the cars is an enforced neutral zone. Creatures that would ordinarily be wholly inimical to humanity can be encountered safely while riding the rails – though the trains won’t stop them from following you off when you disembark!

  • The attendant difficulty of forcibly removing passengers from the trains renders them something of a sanctuary. Fugitives sometimes end up living on the trains full-time as a result, bartering with regular passengers for their daily needs; it’s whispered that even those who’ve offended the gods may find safety on the trains.

  • Owing to the trains’ apparently prescient ability to anticipate public demand, efforts have been made to predict the future – or at least the flow of commerce – from the patterns of the trains’ schedules; this typically meets with limited success.

  • Reports of the trains showing up in times of great need even where there are no tracks to run on are unsubstantiated, and are generally dismissed as superstitious folk-tales.

(Of course, it’s not all sunshine and roses; the trains are entirely amoral outside of their mandate, and will happily show up in the nick of time to provide a murderer with a convenient escape, or transport an invading army straight to your doorstep, provided that army doesn’t try to prevent others from boarding, and refrains from harming anyone while they’re actually on board!)


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#trains #story ideas I will never write #violence mention #death mention

etirabys:

Damn. Thinking “Every time I go grocery shopping while hungry, I just shamble around like a zombie grabbing random things of the shelves, but this time I’m aware that it’s a pitfall and I will hold it in my mind to avoid it” totally does not work. brain has a very strong belief that all food is a good idea. to my vexation, in between composing this post I bought girl scout cookies for the first time outside the Safeway while thinking, “I don’t need these, I don’t need to buy these, guhhhhh”.

While I don’t have this trait myself, for unrelated reasons I keep two granola bars in my bag at all times. Would you find that helpful?

(Very possibly you wouldn’t: I’ve lost count of the number of people I’ve met with food-related problems that were *so* obviously solvable with granola bars that there *must* have been some reason they weren’t already doing that. But I think you yourself have talked about that being a stupid reason to [completely avoid bringing up a potential solution to something].)


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#is the blue I see the same as the blue you see #reply via reblog #food #this probably deserves some other warning tag but I am not sure what