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idlelizard

more sketchbook beasts

brucesterling

The song Sunday in the Park with George is what bottoming is like

mortimer

something about this illustration from playboy september 1965

herpsandbirds

raccoonmilf

When I was in grade school I used to send emails to biologists and zoologists asking them questions to get answers to include in school projects I was working on, and would cry when they did not respond because I thought I was stupid for thinking that some random kid would ever be deserving of a response from someone who does something as smart and cool and important as *checks notes* studies frog fungus.

Now, at 29, I’m lowkey having a panic attack because my academic email is filled with middle schoolers wanting me to answer their questions about pygmy raccoons and I keep putting off answering them because I’m so overwhelmed with all the other raccoon stuff I have to do.

Anyway, greatest apologies to any scientist I ever emailed as a child and also an adult.

raccoonmilf

I know your research is really important and I appreciate all you are doing but this is so fucking funny

imkeepinit

Judith Butler, philosopher: ‘If you sacrifice a minority like trans people, you are operating within a fascist logic’

ghiblin

KIKI'S DELIVERY SERVICE 魔女の宅急便 1989, dir. Hayao Miyazaki

willgrahamscock

what I think will happen if I message my mutuals

moldbreakfast

the image was making me really sad so i drew the little guy being taken care of

r4bbitmorgue

To be loved is to be changed

evangelionreference

i can’t stop thinking about the time my roommate and i asked our insanely ripped neighbor brian who wore flip flops year round and sunglasses on the back of his head for help with carrying a solid wood dresser up to our apartment. he wanted to get his son who was home from college to come help too so he takes out his phone and goes, “siri, call christian christianson” and turns speaker phone on while we stand there sort of stunned by the name and after a few rings cc answers, “what the hell do you want” and brian just hangs up without responding and is all, “kids, am i right” then carries the dresser up four flights of stairs pretty much by himself. we offered him a six pack of rainier as thanks which he immediately opened in our kitchen and downed 2/6 beers in 10 mins while telling us about his 1989 dodge ram 1500 he was trying to get his son to restore with him to no avail. really nice guy. we never saw his son before he went back to school but any time i ask my roommate for help with lifting stuff or reaching something he says, “siri, call christian christianson” and we reminisce about brian and his truck.