Bi-ology. i. haha. geddit

usually screaming about CR or biology - rarely use tags, sorry! sometimes posts art or writing. Maggie/Aggy, she/her, 27, bi, biologist, Canadian

[toastyglow]

A romantic painterly Percy/Vex commission for @blorbologist!! I had such a ball with this!

[kosmogrl]

[manwhorewednesdays]

This is actually such a crucial part of healing from neglect and abuse and I have to add to this.

Because indeed, people who like you will not roll their eyes and sigh at the idea of accommodating your needs, they will value your voice and be upset with you about injustice done to you, not at you for "being difficult". They will be happy when you find a way to live a better life, and help you to get there. If you are struggling, someone who loves you wants to see you smile, not tell you to smile because "you have it so good".

[alexseanchai]

[image: tweet by overlyxclusive: "when people love you they find joy in making life easier for you"]

[norhuu]

TAAKO

[orteil42]

given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

[great-and-small]

Just in case anyone needs a reason to not feed wildlife- this story out of Washington is a pretty good reminder. This lady has been feeding raccoons for years and now she’s just had to call authorities for help because hundreds of them are parked out on her property and are so aggressive trying to get food that she can’t get into her house.

Neighbors have been reporting excessive raccoon mortality on the adjacent road and several attacks on pets, but still everyone on this video was just talking about how cute it is. Why can’t people see how unfair it is to disrupt an animal’s life like this? What do they think will happen to these raccoons? They should be scampering through a forest or marsh eating crayfish and berries and bugs, not hotdogs and cat food. This is a nightmare situation and it’s entirely one person’s fault.

[herpsandbirds]

World’s most dangerous bird has bizarre, glowing headgear

Structures on cassowaries’ skulls fluoresce under UV light, hinting at a hidden visual signal

Often labeled “the world’s most dangerous birds,” cassowaries just got even more intriguing. The aggressive, flightless birds have structures on top of their heads called casques, the purpose of which has long confused scientists. To the human eye, casques look fairly plain—but new research published last month in Scientific Reports finds this headgear fluoresces under ultraviolet (UV) light, possibly aiding the birds’ visual displays...

Read more: https://www.science.org/content/article/world-s-most-dangerous-bird-has-bizarre-glowing-headgear

[flyboyelm]

Some colours on a skecth from earlier

[godlessondheimite]

In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.

[nobodys-odyssey]

Taylor Swift does this

[godlessondheimite]

no she doesn’t

[nobodys-odyssey]

You clearly don't go here or to queer history and signaling, or both, enough to have this conversation and I'm not going to explain it to you. You could have asked questions, you could have done even a modicum of research. You didn't and you made yourself look ignorant. Goodbye.

[dancinbutterfly]

#I'm fucking crying#this is an instant classic#this is the next meme#i can't believe I'm here to see a baby copypasta nary two hours old#I can't#lol#i laughed way too hard#iconic

[blorbologist]

On the Backburner

Royai / M / Riza Character Study, Post-Promised Day, PTSD, Injury Recovery

Chapter 4: Two Days

(It's not fair to think about it like that. Nina or the Philosopher's Stone, or even the dog.)

(The lives of how many Ishvalans for the body of one blue-eyed Amestrian girl? No reasonable man would make that trade. It would start off reconciliation efforts on the wrong foot. It might not even be possible.)

"Roy - it's good to see you again. Though I'd never catch you without that gaggle of soldier boys," says Madame Christmas. Her gaze is sharp, perhaps green or hazel or the best of both; she wears the same cunning focus as her nephew.

Chris Mustang lounges, transmutes the visitor's chair into a throne. Cigarette smoke trailed after her no-nonsense entrance, tempered by a more discreet perfume. Poor Lieutenant Ross had seemed frazzled through the open door. Understandable; it's impossible not to feel underdressed in her presence. Riza would be more at ease with something to do, but Mustang - Roy Mustang - had assured her she could stay in bed.

The Colonel has conspicuously made his bed. He narrows his eyes, fond and frustrated at once. Torn between both his voice comes out shrill, almost whiny if not for the underlying worry:

"I'd like to say it's nice to see you too - but you really couldn't wait until the weekend? I'm very busy. Besides, people might notice… and people talk."

She shrugs with gusto; her cloud of tobacco smoke roils obediently. "Let 'em; if anyone asks I'm here to bill you for blowing up my bar. Better to get you before you run off to the East and avoid paying up."

Riza blinks in surprise. Her whole boudoir? The Colonel hadn't thought to mention that. He tries to knit his fingers together only to wince, embarrassed.

"I… suppose so," he says. Leaning forward he insists, "But still: you really shouldn't have. It's dangerous."

It's dangerous - and here she is. Because that's her nephew, playing it cool on the hospital bed, slipper kicking out restlessly. Colonel Mustang should be used to the loyalty he inspires. Love is similar in its devotion, if far more reckless. Judging by the Madame's demeanor it's a miracle she waited this long to storm the ward.

Thunderous and sudden, the jealousy hits her square in the chest. Crushes against beaten ribs.

(The Colonel is and was loved. Can she really be sure her father loved her? Certainly not more than his research. Not enough to hesitate.)

[CH1] [Keep reading on AO3!]

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

[followfish]

look warm

[asturlavi]

caleb widogast.. . . .

[writingdose]

“I want to write a fic about this but I don’t think anybody will be interested in it” ummm hello excuse me ma’am what do you mean you don’t think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other people’s.

[sourdough-seal]

“how did you get into writing” girl nobody gets into writing. writing shows up one day at your door and gets into you

[orbitalmirror]

"how did you get into writing" girl i've been tormented by the visions since i was eight years old

[lleyksie]

brown bear, black bear

[drawsmaddy]

[ID in ALT text]

In honour of the five year (five year??) anniversary of the end of C2 I did a redraw of the comic I made the day after the finale!!

[vivtanner]

Happy Pride month - with all the love, freedom, acceptance, respect, kindness and safety 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈 Brought to you by Bambi 🌈