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the productivity creatures

i like working at plant store. sometimes you ring up someone and there's a slug on their plant and so you're like "Oh haha you've got a friend there let me get that for you" and you put the slug on your hand for safekeeping but then its really busy and you dont have time to take the slug outside before the next customer in line so you just have a slug chilling on your hand for 15 minutes. really makes you feel at peace with nature. also it means sometimes i get to say my favorite line which is "would you like this free slug with your purchase"

copepods

@holyknuckled you get it. lterally what are we here on earth for if not to occasionally impose gastropods upon unsuspecting customers. this story is delightful

lintubintu

@holyknuckled like that?

holyknuckled

oh? my god???

yeah, Exactly like that

thecryptkeeper

snazzynewton

Getaway

knightclubbing

worry not my lord, allow me to unscrew that jar for you. i would not want for you to strain your hand or break a nail. alright. hmm. HMMMM. HNNNGRGHHHHHH. HNNGGHHHH HRRRRRGHHH. AAAAAARGHHHHHHH fucking. squire fetch me my grippy gloves

guerrillatech

aflo

posting this on twitter will get you put into witness protection

truestoriesaboutme

The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.

terminallyonlinecat-deactivated

The magic of childhood is that you were constantly encountering new things. The best way to feel that way again is to fill your life with new experiences.

mevil

frejs-froggy-artblog

some more of my cutest Sanjis :)

sleeprealms

Im still selling velvet giclee prints of these pieces from my cryptid series!

Curse your home (in a good way) with these creepy fellows.

https://basilgoods.storenvy.com

aurogoblin

This things inspire me like too much

soracities

In your honest opinion, what does it mean to be human?

noctipotent

“It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.” — Anne Lamott

serdunkthelunk

To Noise Making, by Hozier

soundoflaughingwind

Keep quiet no longer / We’ll sing through the day / Of the lives that we’ve lost / And the lives we’ve reclaimed

- Prayer of the Refugee, by Rise Against

morethanonepage

hedgehog-moss

We’ve got an itinerant cheese-selling woman who comes into town every Friday morning to sell the cheeses she purchases from local farms, and I like this old-fashioned way of buying cheese (other people, like the mayor, find it mortifying that our village is too small to support its own cheese shop). She stations herself in the plaza and likes to share news about the farms and villages she’s visited this week (at the moment we get a lot of baby animal news, like new calf announcements.) She has the unfortunate habit of denigrating her own cheeses without meaning to because she is a cheese perfectionist. You ask for a bleu, she grimaces hesitantly and says “Ah, poor choice, it doesn’t look quite right to me today”; or you tell her “I really liked the brie I picked last time, so creamy!” and she shakes her head and goes “Ah, you got lucky, often that farmer gives me such shitty brie with a chaulky texture—” then she suddenly looks frustrated with herself, you can tell she’s thinking “why am I giving this information to a client?? I’m the worst cheese saleswoman ever.” It’s very endearing.

She also sells eggs, and always writes the name of the farmer she got it from on each carton so you can make sure to buy your friends’ eggs and avoid your enemies’ eggs. You’ve got to be like “Six Gilbert eggs please” and publicly announce where your loyalty lies, it’s a whole Thing. If one day you decide to go rogue and ask for Agnès eggs instead you can be sure people will notice, and they will talk. Getting my own chickens is the only way I have found to avoid pledging egg allegiance.