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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Climb aboard, then!” But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown. “Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“I can’t help it,” said the scorpion. “It’s my nature.”
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…But no sooner than they were halfway across the river, the frog felt a subtle motion on its back, and in a panic dived deep beneath the rushing waters, leaving the scorpion to drown.
“It was going to sting me anyway,” muttered the frog, emerging on the other side of the river. “It was inevitable. You all knew it. Everyone knows what those scorpions are like. It was self-defense.”
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…But no sooner had they cast off from the bank, the frog felt the tip of a stinger pressed lightly against the back of its neck. “What do you think you’re doing?” said the frog.
“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”
They swam in silence to the other end of the river, where the scorpion climbed off, leaving the frog fuming.
“After the kindness I showed you!” said the frog. “And you threatened to kill me in return?”
“Kindness?” said the scorpion. “To only invite me on your back after you knew I was defenseless, unable to use my tail without killing myself? My dear frog, I only treated you as I was treated. Your kindness was as poisoned as a scorpion’s sting.”
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…“Just a precaution,” said the scorpion. “I cannot sting you without drowning. And now, you cannot drown me without being stung. Fair’s fair, isn’t it?”
“You have a point,” the frog acknowledged. “But once we get to dry land, couldn’t you sting me then without repercussion?”
“All I want is to cross the river safely,” said the scorpion. “Once I’m on the other side I would gladly let you be.”
“But I would have to trust you on that,” said the frog. “While you’re pressing a stinger to my neck. By ferrying you to land I’d be be giving up the one deterrent I hold over you.”
“But by the same logic, I can’t possibly withdraw my stinger while we’re still over water,” the scorpion protested.
The frog paused in the middle of the river, treading water. “So, I suppose we’re at an impasse.”
The river rushed around them. The scorpion’s stinger twitched against the frog’s unbroken skin. “I suppose so,” the scorpion said.
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Absolutely not!” said the frog, and dived beneath the waters, and so none of them learned anything.
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A scorpion, being unable to swim, asked a turtle (as in the original Persian version of the fable) to carry it across the river. The turtle readily agreed, and allowed the scorpion aboard its shell. Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell. The turtle, swimming placidly, failed to notice.
They reached the other side of the river, and parted ways as friends.
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…Halfway across, the scorpion gave in to its nature and stung, but failed to penetrate the turtle’s thick shell.
The turtle, hearing the tap of the scorpion’s sting, was offended at the scorpion’s ungratefulness. Thankfully, having been granted the powers to both defend itself and to punish evil, the turtle sank beneath the waters and drowned the scorpion out of principle.
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” sneered the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back.”
The scorpion pleaded earnestly. “Do you think so little of me? Please, I must cross the river. What would I gain from stinging you? I would only end up drowning myself!”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Even a scorpion knows to look out for its own skin. Climb aboard, then!”
But as they forged through the rushing waters, the scorpion grew worried. This frog thinks me a ruthless killer, it thought. Would it not be justified in throwing me off now and ridding the world of me? Why else would it agree to this? Every jostle made the scorpion more and more anxious, until the frog surged forward with a particularly large splash, and in panic the scorpion lashed out with its stinger.
“I knew it,” snarled the frog, as they both thrashed and drowned. “A scorpion cannot change its nature.”
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. The frog agreed, but no sooner than they were halfway across the scorpion stung the frog, and they both began to thrash and drown.
“I’ve only myself to blame,” sighed the frog, as they both sank beneath the waters. “You, you’re a scorpion, I couldn’t have expected anything better. But I knew better, and yet I went against my judgement! And now I’ve doomed us both!”
“You couldn’t help it,” said the scorpion mildly. “It’s your nature.”
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…“Why on earth did you do that?” the frog said morosely. “Now we’re both going to die.”
“Alas, I was of two natures,” said the scorpion. “One said to gratefully ride your back across the river, and the other said to sting you where you stood. And so both fought, and neither won.” It smiled wistfully. “Ah, it would be nice to be just one thing, wouldn’t it? Unadulterated in nature. Without the capacity for conflict or regret.”
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“By the way,” said the frog, as they swam, “I’ve been meaning to ask: What’s on the other side of the river?”
“It’s the journey,” said the scorpion. “Not the destination.”
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…“What’s on the other side of anything?” said the scorpion. “A new beginning.”
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…”Another scorpion to mate with,” said the scorpion. “And more prey to kill, and more living bodies to poison, and a forthcoming lineage of cruelties that you will be culpable in.”
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…”Nothing we will live to see, I fear,” said the scorpion. “Already the currents are growing stronger, and the river seems like it shall swallow us both. We surge forward, and the shoreline recedes. But does that mean our striving was in vain?”
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“I love you,” said the scorpion.
The frog glanced upward. “Do you?”
“Absolutely. Can you imagine the fear of drowning? Of course not. You’re a frog. Might as well be scared of breathing air. And yet here I am, clinging to your back, as the waters rage around us. Isn’t that love? Isn’t that trust? Isn’t that necessity? I could not kill you without killing myself. Are we not inseparable in this?”
The frog swam on, the both of them silent.
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“I’m so tired,” murmured the frog eventually. “How much further to the other side? I don’t know how long we’ve been swimming. I’ve been treading water. And it’s getting so very dark.”
“Shh,” the scorpion said. “Don’t be afraid.”
The frog’s legs kicked out weakly. “How long has it been? We’re lost. We’re lost! We’re doomed to be cast about the waters forever. There is no land. There’s nothing on the other side, don’t you see!”
“Shh, shh,” said the scorpion. “My venom is a hallucinogenic. Beneath its surface, the river is endlessly deep, its currents carrying many things.”
“You - You’ve killed us both,” said the frog, and began to laugh deliriously. “Is this - is this what it’s like to drown?”
“We’ve killed each other,” said the scorpion soothingly. “My venom in my glands now pulsing through your veins, the waters of your birthing pool suffusing my lungs. We are engulfing each other now, drowning in each other. I am breathless. Do you feel it? Do you feel my sting pierced through your heart?”
“What a foolish thing to do,” murmured the frog. “No logic. No logic to it at all.”
“We couldn’t help it,” whispered the scorpion. “It’s our natures. Why else does anything in the world happen? Because we were made for this from birth, darling, every moment inexplicable and inevitable. What a crazy thing it is to fall in love, and yet - It’s all our fault! We are both blameless. We’re together now, darling. It couldn’t have happened any other way.”
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“It’s funny,” said the frog. “I can’t say that I trust you, really. Or that I even think very much of you and that nasty little stinger of yours to begin with. But I’m doing this for you regardless. It’s strange, isn’t it? It’s strange. Why would I do this? I want to help you, want to go out of my way to help you. I let you climb right onto my back! Now, whyever would I go and do a foolish thing like that?”
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A scorpion, not knowing how to swim, asked a frog to carry it across the river. “Do I look like a fool?” said the frog. “You’d sting me if I let you on my back!”
“Be logical,” said the scorpion. “If I stung you I’d certainly drown myself.”
“That’s true,” the frog acknowledged. “Come aboard, then!” But no sooner had the scorpion mounted the frog’s back than it began to sting, repeatedly, while still safely on the river’s bank.
The frog groaned, thrashing weakly as the venom coursed through its veins, beginning to liquefy its flesh. “Ah,” it muttered. “For some reason I never considered this possibility.”
“Because you were never scared of me,” the scorpion whispered in its ear. “You were never scared of dying. In a past life you wore a shell and sat in judgement. And then you were reborn: soft-skinned, swift, unburdened, as new and vulnerable as a child, moving anew through a world of children. How could anyone ever be cruel, you thought, seeing the precariousness of it all?” The scorpion bowed its head and drank. “How could anyone kill you without killing themselves?”
real fuckin smooth
sooo totally relatable 🏃♀️
Did you enjoy your fall? This idea was instilled in my head after a certain conversation. As usual, various references used.
don’t bully an angel
#good omens #gabriel #hastur #rare omens #crackship
This is the only nsfw (almost?) thing I had draw of any ship
First time for a duke and an archangel
Fanfiction Club: The Rules
This idea came to me when I woke up first thing this morning.
Coming into a fandom late
Commenting positively on fic like
Unfamiliar author: wow I loved this!
Author you’ve interacted with before: you killed me, I’m dead
Author who’s your friend: I hate you
when you forget to read the tags on a fanfic:
Este año ha sido el peor…
She’s no man D:
when you forget to read the tags on a fanfic:
artist comments: I’ve been wanting to get around to drawing Newt and Anathema for a while because they’re two of my favorite secondary characters. I wasn’t exactly sure how I wanted to interpret them really. I’d love to draw more of them sometime. [requested by billspreston]
my only contribution for this fandom
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Canonical facts that made me question the mental process that Aziraphale’s mind did in exactly 5 seconds from “I don’t think my side would like it” to “I will grab your hand!!!!!!Fast as fuck boiiiiii”
I used to look up at space with hope and wonder in my eyes. Until space looked back. Invader Zim, evil alien soldier of the Irken Empire, sent by his diabolical masters the Almighty Tallest, to infiltrate Earth and prepare it for the coming invasion. Disguised as one of us, he moved into my neighborhood, he went to my school, and with the help of his vile mechanic servants, plotted to destroy everything we have, everything we are. And then… he vanished. My name is Dib Membrane. I’m 12 years old. And I’m all that stands between Zim and the annihilation of the world.
Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus (2019)
When your post gets over 11 notes:
One of my favorite trilogies, the Cornetto Trilogy of Edgar Wright with the magnificents Simon Pegg and Nick Frost.
(Spider-Man Noir / Pulp Deadpool) slow dance
“Absolute Power Corrupts Absolutely”
Character parallels between Stiles and Peter that prove how power corrupts character (also, why it would make sense if Derek was the main character).
I’ve seen this post going around a lot lately and I love the parallels between the two characters, but then I realised that as similar as Stiles and Peter are, they are also drastically different.
1 -
They both have the same determination when held at gunpoint, but Peter faces it with anger in his eyes, and again without a care in the world when Sheriff Stilinski aims his gun at Peter after killing the Mute, and Peter just walks away. Peter feels unstoppbale, like his powers mean he’s untouchable.
Stiles, however, faces the Chemist and is held at gunpoint becasue he refuses to tell him where his friends are. He is well aware of his mortality, but is willing to die in order to protect his friends.
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Despite threatening the same thing, the difference is Stiles would never go through with it; Peter would.
Stiles is talking about torturing the Surgeon (one of the Dread Doctors), and despite wanting revenge for what the Dread Doctors have done to the people he knew and a lot more people he didn’t know, he wouldn’t actually go through with it; it’s just an empty suggestion that he puts out there to vent it.
Peter, however, is talking about torturing Jenifer (the Durach), and has every intention of following through with his threat.
3 -
Whiles both can be a bit overly dramatic when they’re frustrated, the difference lies in where their frustration is. Peter gets mad at people, Stiles gets mad at inanimate objects (in this case a printer). Another example is when everything came to a head in season 5; Stiles was overwhelmed with everything that had happened and he couldn’t tell anyone, but he didn’t take his anger out on anyone, he took it out on an inanimate object–his Jeep–becasue he would never intentionally hurt anyone.
Despite how many times Stiles has been frustrated with his friends (especially Scott), it’s very rare that he ever gets angry at them.
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In this case, both of them are helplessly reaching for the thing they care about most. Stiles is unable to move and desperately reaching for his father–the last piece of family he has, and the person he cares about most in the world. Peter’s reaching for his family wealth. You can see the desperation in his face, the tears as he realises he’s helpless; he’s terrified of losing his dad and there’s nothing he can do.
Peter, however, is reaching for the Hale family fortune. You could argue that it’s way of holding on to his family, but in the scenes that follow, he does nothing but complain about being without money. He prioritises his wealth over his family, while Derek is outside the vault fighting Berserkers.
5 -
The difference here is Peter’s trying to convince the others that he’s okay and that they can trust him, whereas Stiles is trying to convince himself. Being possessed by the Nogitsune really took it’s toll on Stiles and when asked what he is now, he hesitates for a moment and his voice is quieter when he answers, “Better.” as if he is unsure of it.
6 -
While both are gentlemanly gestures, they have seriously different motives. Peter is trying to win over Melissa and use his relationship with her as leverage over Scott to convince him to join his pack. Stiles, however, is being sincere to Lydia. He just stood by and watches as Jackson verbally attacked her and has been with her every other time that Jackson has abused her, and wants to walk her into the dance like the queen she is–no ulterior motives.
[GIFs by prettiestcaptain]
Despite the parallels, the motives behind the characters and the delivery of lines are so drastically different. Stiles is still human, and he’s a devoted friend who wants to protect the people he cares about, and is scared of the shadows in his mind. Peter was corrupted by his power: ever since the fire, he’s been power-hungry, selfish, aggressive–and even more so after he killed Laura to become the alpha.
The only time Stiles began to act like Peter is when he’s possessed by the Nogitsune and corrupted by it’s power.
And it all comes back to Stiles’ line: “I don’t want to be like you.” (s1 ep12).
So, why would Derek make a better protagonist? Because Peter and Stiles are the two most prominent people in his life after Laura’s death, and they stand as the examples of what Derek is - Stiles: a good man, devoted friend, and a little bit sassy - and what he could have been - Peter: power-hungry, selfish, destructive. For a while, Derek began to follow in Peter’s footsteps, when he began an alpha,
But later learnt he could be a better alpha and a better person if he stopped trying to gain power.
(It kind of makes sense for Scott to be the main character too since it shows the divide between his human side and his werewolf side–but then they brought in that ‘true alpha’ shit and threw it all out the window)
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