Haruka Kawakami
A cat trying its best despite its limitations ā A tired cat
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Haruka Kawakami
A cat trying its best despite its limitations ā A tired cat
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Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
Poldine āŖ
Poldine šµ
Poldine, Poldiiine š¶
Iām begging of you please donāt take my cat āŖ
Please donāt take her just because you can ā«
She talks about you in her sleepā
Thereās nothing I can do to keep āŖ From crying when she calls, Poldine,
And I can easily understand How you could easily take my cat ā«
You could have your choice of cats š¶
Poldine, Poldine ā« Poldine, Poldiiine Iām begging of you please donāt take my cat ā«
Thank you for watching Poldine & The Catsā first music video! No cats were harmed in the making of this clip, but two were mortified and one had her fur ruffled in the wrong direction by clumsy baby llama kisses.
The WWD'25 T. rex has a very specific energy...
Because I continue to overestimate my llamas' respect for informal agreements, I opened the pasture gate to let everyone graze a bit around the neighbour's barn. This area has a fence that can be jumped over pretty easily, but I was going to be sitting there watching them the whole timeāwell, watching them intermittently while reading a book, but if I glance up every 2 minutes, realistically how could four slow herbivores
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If you would like to join me on this long and patient llama hunt, I have prepared a crude map of the terrain so you can get your bearings. We are starting on the road right next to the neighbour's barn.
My first instinct was to resolve the situation through diplomacy. If the animals wanted to slightly broaden the grazing perimeter, well, okay; I could let them eat on the side of the road. Unfortunately, only Pirlouit supported this plan.
He kept trying to stop and eat, while the llamas had places to go.
So I followed them along the road for quite a while, patiently waiting to reach the wider stretch where I knew I could sprint ahead, overtake everyone and force them to turn around. Not yet a full victory but at least I'd feel like I was regaining some influence over events.
But PampƩrigouste is familiar with my manoeuvres, and she turned around of her own initiative before we reached this spot, left the road, and led everyone into the woods for a bit (and almost managed to shake me off as I kept getting slowed down by brambles, being the only person in this situation who was wearing clothes); then she re-emerged on the road near the barn, and went into the neighbour's pasture. Which is quite vast, and goes all the way down to the torrent.
So naturally, Pampe went all the way down to the torrentāfollowing a route of astonishingly unnecessary complexity and glancing back now and then to check that her followers had not lost faith.
The other animals clearly felt that once you've reached a vast and lush pasture, the logical next step is to stay and eat (while Pampe sees it as evidence that vaster and lusher pastures remain to be discovered.)
... that is, until we reached the torrent and I finally managed to turn everyone around, back in the direction of their pasture. At that exact moment, Pampe realised grazing was an urgent priority.
Once we finally reached the road, with Pampe bringing up the rear at an aggressively leisurely pace, I figured that if I got the rest of the herd back in their pasture, she would grudgingly follow.
I was wrong.
The other animals briefly hesitated (it was getting late; their pasture was right there; they don't like spending the night in unfamiliar places) before recommitting to Pampe.
We could have actually followed the road in this direction all the way back to my house, and therefore the other, upper gate to their pasture, bringing this expedition to a neat and peaceful conclusion. Pampe solved this problem by throwing herself into the woods.
At this stage I feel that my updated map will be more informative than human language.
(I made an attempt to restore coherence to our journey through the use of directional arrows.)
When we somehow ended up back in the neighbour's pasture after an exciting (not for me) chase through the woods, I admitted defeat, and texted my neighbour to let him know my animals would be spending the night in his pasture due to circumstances not meaningfully under my control, but I would be back on the case in the morning to get them home. Having met Pampe, he didn't ask any further questions.
I didn't really believe that the animals might magically return on their own during the night, but still I left the pasture gate openābut only the one near my house; the other gate by the neighbour's pasture remained closed because I just couldn't face the slope again.
And somehow, the next morning, when I opened my window, everyone was here.
I should add that my neighbour later found several tufts of llama wool caught on his fence in various places, allowing us to partially reconstruct the llamas' return journey (that's me in the background attempting to get a statement from his cow.)
I have therefore updated my map once more to illustrate (in green) the final stage of this expedition, based on physical evidence and on my partial understanding of Pampe's worldview.
But really the moral of this story is that giving up and going to bed works. Always give up!
in many ways being alive is about getting to have a little coffee every morning
remember when this was the craziest thing politicians ever said
this could work. we never tried it
Dame Archer kicks McDougalās Scots ass there in the rain at the Washington Midsummer Renaissance Faire - August 11, 2018 - Photo by Douglas Herring
Oh NO.
me, a sheltered noblewoman: Pray who is that brave knight? Dame Archer:*turns around* me: gasp! *instantly in love*
Alicia Archer
my bi heartā¦ā¦ā¦
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*dies*
Oh shit.
GAY KNIGHTS
Fellas Iām real gay
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Every June this inevitably winds up back on my dash. And I appreciate that. And I will reblog it. Every time.
Hey, itās @archerinventive, and the Pride Knights!
The beautiful art of Thomas Blackshear II
i went to his website and saw even more great art! sharing some more which i particularly appreciated
pride month!!!
Is that a miette?
Pride for you!Ā Pride for a thousand years!!
you COME OUT to miette? you come out to her as queer? oh! oh! pride for mother! pride for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
When my mother forgets a wordļæ¼, she is the queen of coming up with new words. Words that would take a third National Treasure movie to fully decipher.ļæ¼ I was talking to her yesterday, and she said this: āYou know the time for los jibbities is coming upļæ¼. You must be so excited!āļæ¼ Oh, is it time for los jibbities already?ļæ¼ I must have missed it on my calendar. ļæ¼Are we celebrating something? āOf courseļæ¼! We should all be celebrating, shouldnāt we?ā ļæ¼OK, so los jibbities is a happy thing.ļæ¼ Itās not like something is giving you the heebie-jeebies, which would have been my one and only guess.ļæ¼ āLos heebie-jeebies? Now youāre making things up.ļæ¼..and this is my show.ā Youāre right. The time for los jibbities is coming upļæ¼. Is this a season? āYes, the season for love. The season for pride.āļæ¼ OK, los jibbities. āYeah, sound it out.ā Losā¦jibbities. LGBTs! āSĆ, mira cuz youāre gay!ā āYou couldnāt just say pride season? You couldnāt just⦠*laughs*
HAPPY LOS JIBBITIES EVERYBODY!!!
The time for Los Jibbities has arrived!
two ācatsā interacting
Got possessed in the middle of my work shift.
if your animal is lying on the floor, furniture etc, itās important to take a picture of them. then, if they move or shift in any way, itās important to take another picture. with this technique, you can take many pictures of your animal
Kinda funny story: we took our cat for a check-up back in 2024 and things went smoothly but when we got the documentation I think there was a slight miscommunication about when he was last weighed and how much he weighed.
He is... dust...
Congratulations on your 95 year old domestic short-air.
I am doing whatever the opposite of locked in is .
I am locked out. I am in the parking lot. The rain is coming.
Humpback whales breaching: gorgeous, majestic, graceful, embodies all the strength and beauty of the ocean
Minke whales breaching: I will launch myself out of this ocean like a f***ing surface-to-air missile to seek and destroy my enemies
I remember an interview with a guy that did the camera work for nature documentaries and he said that baleen whales like these guys were the scariest things to shoot because āTheyāre the size of a train, they can suddenly appear out of nowhere in dark or murky water and they donāt make a goddamn sound. I was absolutely sure that one of them was going to hit me and well, āthatās all folks!ā. Gave me a lot of perspective on how I handle myself when filming smaller animals now.ā
Fin whales breaching: sea serpent
levitating minke whale
Sperm whale breaching: wjaht the fuck
I have a feeling I have already shared this, but please, take the contribution of the northern right whale dolphin.
The humble eyebrow
Mate, youāve got a chubby lizard on your dashboard
Graced by Geckolepis typica from Madagascar. I love that theyāre quite round creatures and then they have these dainty little toes. Also, their scales are full bone and both scale and skin come off when they get grabbed, which isā¦unpleasant. Consequently, catching these geckos for research without damaging them requires special techniques. 19th century researchers used bundles of cotton wool, but I imagine this wasnāt very effective, because cotton still has a lot of friction and the friction would pull the skin and scales off. In my (quite extensive) experience, the best technique is to carefully and quickly flick the geckos from their tree trunk or branch into an open dry plastic bag using a finger or stick.
'scuse me, Mr @markscherz, does it harm the gecko for the scales to come off?
like, of course it harms them but... can they grow back? like how some lizards can drop their tails and eventually the tails grow back
Not only do they grow back, but they come back so well that we cannot even tell where they have ripped off before. This is very weird, because when a lizard loses its tail, it is very obvious where it has been lost and regrown. Not so these chaps. They seek out a humid place to hide, and within a few weeks, skin and scales have started to regrow. The fact that they can do this so well is the reason a team has just sequenced their genome. I believe it is hoped that the skin regeneration tech they have built into their cells could eventually be harnessed for human skin grafts.