“What Could The Symbolism Possibly Be? What Could This Mean?!”

“I LIKED HIM EVEN BEFORE YOU ALL KNEW WHAT HE COULD BE!”

i strongly believe phoenix wright has been called a dilf at LEAST once. i also strongly believe he is extremely proud of this title

for my narumitsu enjoyers, miles edgeworth being deeply troubled at:

1. the existence of such a term and

2. the fact he was technically the original phoenix wright dilf truther without even realising

This is so phoenix wright coded for no reason.

99% of liars quit before everyone absolutely believes whatever they say forever keep going king

I hate that I’m injured but not injured enough to prevent me from attending lecture.

Just enough to majorly inconvenience me. Could I skip lecture, blame it on the shoulder I dislocated while at my job? Take the day and rest, considering it’s only a single class and it’s probably rehashing the stuff I know already? Sure.

Should I?

FUCK NO

Am I going to? No, unfortunately I’m going to burn through my gas to drive my injured ass to school because even though I’m a smart girl who would survive missing class I’m also goody-two-shoes looser who’d die of the guilt if I didn’t, for a measly fifty minute lecture like a goddamn peasant instead of drawing or writing, or study for my other, much more challenging class.

Like if there is a god, don’t do this again, break my femur or something. Don’t half ass my injuries. Because you realize all you did was majorly inconvenience me? You didn’t give me a good enough reason to stop and rest and we both know it, so try harder next time.

Sorry. You need to put your back into because we both know I don’t fucking stay down, and I’m the human equivalent of a cockroach because I could be dying and I’d still feel guilty about skipping out on my responsibilities to be “lazy” (I know it’s not actually) and rest and do the things I want.

I did a bit of looking up to check your theories. Yes. The lips are the nectary. Those red bits with yellow at the end are most likely stamens, with pollen. You can see some dispersed pollen granules dusted about if you really take a moment too, though yes the stamens are dying back in this photo.

That does look to be a gynoecium. It was also called a cup or a cyathia.

Flowers are in fact, fucking weird.

I say this from personal experience, but just because there’s an entirely male flower doesn’t mean the female flower is incapable of also having stamens. It be like that.

Yes it does appear that different parts emerge at different times, as the style isn’t even in present in one photo but the stamens have already fully emerged.

I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots

I have news for you. You can do this more than once by reading it incognito and signed out as a guest.

the :) AO3 gives you after telling you you’ve already left kudos on a particular fic is my archenemy because what do you mean :) ? what do you mean I’ve already left kudos here? have you read my favorite author’s work? look me in the eyes and tell me one kudos is enough. I’d give them a thousand kudos and my kidney plus my firstborn. what do you mean I can only give them one kudos??????

You know, I remember as a child, everyone made a big deal over security blankets and things during like, puberty and stuff. I still don’t know why. I never grew out of taking my blanket with me around the house, (never will) and when I go over to peoples houses. I have my favorite ones. They’re soft. It’s comforting to be Surrounded by soft. I’m not going to use your cold ass duvet that has the texture of a swimsuit. I’m going to cocoon myself in my silky soft polyester blankie that traps heat really well and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.

I will wrap myself up in it and walk around like I am royalty, and this is my cloak. I will have my cereal while sitting wrapped like a mummy. I will roam wherever I please with my blanket used as hood as though I am but a lonely, nameless traveler.

Suck my dick. Cry about it, if you need to. It’s literally a non issue. Just let people have their comfort items, and whoever wrote that in my puberty book or whatever saying you should slowly get rid of those comfort items in some twisted right of passage fashion is an asshole.

In hindsight, that book gave shitty advice. Good thing I disregarded most of it aside from the hygiene portion.

Have pie

reblog to give this to your mutual

Currently want to puke from stress.🤟🏻

My mental health is very steadily deteriorating, I need a vacation and like a week of self care immediately. I am having to actively focus on not dissociating or thinking too hard about my school or I risk a panic attack. Or my heart giving, out I don’t know.

The problem is thorough self care takes energy and spare time I don’t have.

Why is it designed like this. Who decided this was a good way to do this. I want to leave. Europe take me to where there’s work life balance and I’m not in danger of being mowed down by bullets or hate crimed in the streets for my sexuality.

I made a post about how to spot mistletoe in America that has like, 2 notes.

Go look at it.

Under the mistletoe. Will they kiss? :DDD

I have no recollection of seeing a mistletoe in real life.

Me. Me all the time. I have a single one shot.

I plan to have more but they KEEP GETTING LONGER

I love when this happens