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the voice of the devil

"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.

"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"

"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."

"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."

"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.

"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."

"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."

"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.

"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.

"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."

"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."

"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."

With zero hesitation, it’s Graham.

Sexiest Podcast Character 2024 — Scripted Bracket — Round 1

Propaganda

Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives):

he's regularly sent to flirt with cops and paramedics to hustle information out of them, he's the canonical office hottie and I, for once, think he was right to blow up those fucking clowns

Graham Casner (The White Vault):

Peter Joseph Lewis hottest voice of all time

dark academia but you live in the countryside

wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pockets… you can carry so many books in a poacher’s pocket

battered leather boots that were smart once

walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning

always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)

tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)

sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room

collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes

finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home

wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm

stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows

taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun

riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon

paddling barefoot down freezing streams, trousers rolled to your knees, cutting your feet on the rocks and feeling alive

I lied, I don’t like sex. Put your clothes back on, we’re listening to Midnight Burger.

getting inspired to create stuff is honestly the meaning of life. like i found a great story and now i wanna make a cool story too. literally could there be any better feeling

Shocking to me that the Caspava fans don’t understand that this isn’t the slow burn part anymore. they’re being in love currently. They both know how the other feels and know that the other person knows. and for the pace of their lives that’s enough.

they’re also super sappy romantic all the time in fun weird ways. Casper was all horny when Ava talked in his head! Ava—smarter than everyone, breaking down the spirits and minds of anyone who stands in her way—lets him care about her and allows brain power to eat the sandwiches he brings her. That crossword scene was CUTE.

like they’re meeting one another exactly where they’re at, and taking gestures and overtures at face value even though they’re both skeptical people who historically have seen making other people pull away from them as a sport.

the fact that walls get dusty is ridiculous. you're vertical. act like it.

the introvert urge to say “no worries either way” when you’re actually worrying both ways plus a secret third way