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Looney Tunes is real and happening outside.
good lord its feet really do spin around in a circle when going fast

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@brambledboneyards
Real life Road Runner
Looney Tunes is real and happening outside.
good lord its feet really do spin around in a circle when going fast
what’s the rush?
The time will pass anyway
here's where to find it on windows 10
this is in perfect iambic meter and sounds like the first line of a weird poem
Rule #2
Don’t ever hug a lobster when you see one on the street,
For decorum is essential when a lobster you must greet.
You may comment on the weather, compliment his choice of hat,
But crustaceans like their space if one should stop them for a chat.
Don’t ever hug a lobster when you’re strolling down the coast,
Simply nod and give a greeting, or a handshake at the most,
For a lobster’s first priority is formal social graces,
And one seemes over-familiar if a lobster one embraces.
Don’t ever hug a lobster when you meet one in the sea,
For a lobster’s spines and chitin make it difficult, you see,
And he might become self-conscious if you bring that fact to light,
So don’t ever hug a lobster, simply put, it’s impolite.
steam points is like. such a stupid and worthless thing to have. Oh, i get points for buying things in the steam store, and playing steam games, and theres a store i can buy things in? Well what can i buy? steam games? coupons for steam games?
nope. animated sticker of a tantrum-ing soyjak baby and the pop cat for the steam groupchat nobody uses because discord exists.
I got a sticker of a dog scratching its ass via steam points and i send it to my friends and my girlfriend randomly when they're playing games to piss them off.
Vital info is that at one point I changed my entire Steam profile to be themed around the fuckass dog so my friends were getting messages from "ass scratching dog" with nothing but that stupid gif in the middle of their games.
I take it back steam points is worth it because it allows this person to do that and that's hilarious.
Tigers with a frozen milk brick on a hot day
i love it when im rereading a story and i find these little breadcrumbs of foreshadowing the author left. everytime im like “ohoho!!!! i wouldve gotten that before if i had the big picture!!! and now i do!!! delightful!!!” and idk i just love being able to read the same story twice but have two different experiences. i like when a story has so many layers that it can keep you entertained for a long time as you unravel all its secret nooks and crannies. thats a good story.
@blueforthevirus
you just summed up my post in one meme and im in love with you for it
science has always been political. what gets studied. what doesnt. who gets to do the studying. on and on and on.
scientists on this post: yuuuup 👍
people who aren't scientists: um actually ☝️
THE TRUTH: art is inherently manipulative and artists are wicked evildoers who like to power trip off of controlling other people's emotions
true and one of the greatest joys in life
So...
I said I was going to post about the baby birds, so here it is, because I love them and I want to share this experience.
One day, I came home, only to find a nest outside one of my windows. I noticed that birds started nesting sometimes in March, but I certainly didn't expect one pair would do it this close. I didn't see it, either, until it was fully built. I was surprised how fast it appeared. They're very efficient.
Immediately afterwards, on 30th of March, the first egg appeared. (Let's appreciate for a moment the tragedy that this happened only one day before April 1st.)
I wasn't sure what kind of bird it was, but @the-sparrohawk, immediately identified it as a blackbird egg, which is so impressive! I had no idea what blackbird eggs looked like until then.
One by one, day by day, more eggs were added, until we were at five. On 4th April, the party was complete.
Let's say that suddenly I understood why they lay them one by one. That's a lot! I mean, I've got plenty of experience with chickens, but I guess I'd just never thought about songbirds much in this department.
I was also surprised to see the eggs "abandoned" for quite some time. I didn't know female blackbirds start sitting on them once they've popped them all out. That's exactly what happened here, as well. Once mamma was done laying them, she sat on them almost without a break for about two weeks. She only left the nest to have a little snack from time to time. I even noticed the father hanging around at times. I tried not to approach the nest too much, because I didn't want to scare them off. I only did so to snap a picture occasionally when I noticed that the parents were both gone.
Blackbirds are some of my favourite birds, so I was really excited. They sing so beautifully. I don't know how common they are elsewhere in the world, but they're quite common here. Male blackbirds are black with bright yellow beak, but females are brown with less noticeable beak, as you'll see further in the post. Blackbirds seem to often mate for life and both parents take care of the young.
But anyway, now the fun part.
Day 1
On the 15th of April, four gummy bears appeared in the nest. They were blind and naked. They weren't even strong enough to lift their heads. I wondered if the last one was going to hatch, as well.
Day 2
The following day, I discovered that the last one had escaped the eggshell prison, as well. We got five jelly beans. When mamma wasn't hunting for food, she sat on them to keep them warm. Pappa didn't sit on the nest, but he did bring food. I suppose it makes sense, considering their colouring. The female blackbird is less visible on the nest than her strikingly black-coloured male partner. Very handsome, but impractical in this case, clearly. [nods sagely]
Day 3
At this point, I gave in to temptation and ordered the cheapest IP camera I could find online so that I could watch them whenever I felt like it without bothering them - I assumed that might be the only time I might make use of it, so I didn't want to spend a lot. The quality wasn't amazing, but it did its job.
I installed the camera and hoped that the birds wouldn't be too weirded out by the new addition to their environment. Mamma didn't know what to make of it at first, but after she made sure it presented no danger, she wasn't too bothered.
Dad didn't give a flying fuck. Girl got herself a beautiful himbo. He had one mission, and that was to feed the babies, and by the gods, he was going to do it. He didn't care about any alien devices appearing out of nowhere.
One thing I discovered this way and found very amusing was that because the babies were blind and slept most of the time, mamma always poked them to wake them up for feeding. Then the little ones started sort of flailing around with open mouths. It was fun to watch.
Day 4
They were growing so fast! On the fourth day, 18th April, you could already see a little fluff and signs of wing feathers.
Day 5
They looked incredibly silly (affectionate), but they were starting to resemble birds. The sparse fluff on their heads is killing me.
Day 6
I could swear that they were growing right in front of my eyes. I could turn around for five minutes and they'd get bigger in meantime. Or so it seemed. Less than a week since hatching, they were almost filling the nest. The wing feathers had grown stronger.
Day 7
Signs of feathers started to appear on their heads and backs, too. At this point, I noticed that one of them was smaller than the rest. It was probably the one that hatched last. I named it Doomguy to send it some positive vibes, which of course did nothing. Please, don't get attached to it. I'm sorry to say that one didn't make it. I'm not going to keep it a surprise.
Day 8
Status: Skrungly. Getting floofier.
They got more lively. They begged for food more aggressively. It was funny to see how the parents sometimes looked at them with what almost seemed like confusion about the bottomless pits wiggling in front of them.
My coworker said that they reminded her of carnivorous plants, and honestly, I see it.
I almost forgot to mention that the parents were flying back and forth with food every few minutes. And by every few minutes, I mean every 10 - 20 minutes. All day. Mamma occasionally sat on them and also during the night to keep them warm, but as they were growing more feathery, she did it less and less. Childcare is pretty intense when you're a blackbird.
Day 9
Optical sensors online! The nest was packed. Mischief ensued. They started to get more active, but still kept to the nest. They were grooming and stretching and used their little leggys for scratching. They also looked like a bunch of balding disgruntled old men. Hungy, eepy, pissed off.
I was still hoping at this point that the smallest one was going to make it, even though it was growing and developing much slower than the rest. It was clear that it was either sickly or unable to compete for food with its stronger siblings or both. I was terribly tempted to go buy some worms and try to feed it myself, but I was worried I could endanger the whole nest by messing with it. If a nest is disrupted, baby birds can leave it prematurely. Or they could panic and fall off. I didn't want to risk scaring off the parents, either. I tried to educate myself on what could be done, but found nothing useful. It felt bad, but I decided not to interfere and let nature do its thing.
Day 10
Look at that, they look like birds! Incredibly silly birds (affectionate), but birds. They were getting properly feathery.
Day 11
They basically wouldn't sit still any more, but they slept cuddled together at night. Mamma wouldn't sit on them any more, either, since they could keep each other warm and also had grown feathers enough.
At some point, dad flew in with snacks while I was standing right there. Startled the shit out of me. I always tried to give them space and only approached occasionally to snap a few higher quality pictures, maybe make a short video. This time he surprised me, though, so we met.
Fortunately, he was completely unbothered.
Day 12
Look at my little chickens. They grow up so fast. They still look ridiculous.
The feeding time started getting almost a little scary.
I wonder if they could eat their parents.
Day 13
The little one was gone. It either died overnight or during the morning. It passed in the nest and the parents cleaned it up. It's sad, but at least the rest of them was all right. We got four healthy, lively baby birds almost ready to fly. They were very restless at this point, frequently grooming, stretching their wings and even trying them out.
The other siblings look a little unimpressed, I've got to say.
Day 14
During my lunch break, I noticed through the IP camera app that three of the babies had left the nest. Sadly, I missed that. One of them was more hesitant, though. I rushed home after work, hoping to see them still somewhere around.
Fortunately, when I arrived, they were still nearby, screaming for food. Blackbird parents feed their young for about two weeks after they leave the nest. So, I just followed the hungry yelling and found all three, while the last one was still gathering courage:
They'd just left the nest and suddenly some of them were up in the trees? Unbelievable! (They didn't make this sort of unholy noise in the nest, by the way. They were making cute little peeps, kind of like little chickens.)
The last one left the nest a few hours later than its siblings. It just needed a little more time. Eventually, it got ready, left me a little parting gift (💩) and fluttered off the windowsill.
I was so happy for them and that I got to experience all this.
And that was pretty much the last day I saw them. This area has a lot of grass, trees, a park nearby, etc., so there are a lot of places for them to live. Since they left the nest, I thought I could hear them at times (then again, lots of birds in this area), and I'm pretty sure I've seen their parents around, but yeah... now they're somewhere out there. I hope they're doing well. ❤️
plot 150 words bed-sharing 200 words smut 800 words projecting my fears, insecurities, and anxieties onto a fictional character 9,356 words fluff 150 words someone who is good at fan fiction please help me budget my WIP, my family is dying
150 words of plot seems excessive.
thank you for the reasonable advice
hey just so you know, op of that post you reblogged let the dogs out :/
who?
who?
i cant stop thinking about this post so bad. cat named daniel
You can be talking to someone and she'll be like, "Oh I made a silly mistake. Women don't deserve voting rights teehee." And you'll be like, "What." And she'll be like, "Oh I'm sorry! That must sound so bad out of context. No it's this Tiktok meme where, if you're a girl and you do something dumb, you say 'Women don't deserve voting rights teehee.'"
And you'll be like, "That sounds bad." And she'll be like, "No no. It's totally not that bad. It's just a meme. Men say it too. Like if a man does something silly he'll be like, 'I am like those women who do not deserve to vote.'" And you'll be like, "Does that make it better?" And she'll be like, "Well there was one guy who tried to make 'Men shouldn't vote' a popular meme. But it never caught on and also he got yelled at a lot."
And then you drop it there because like, you're harshing the vibe.
God this makes me think of this screenshot:
"it minimizes you as a person" really wraps up my entire discomfort with the whole "oh but i'm just a girl" thing when used in most situations.
kill the shift manager in your brain
you are not wasting time you are vibing. you are not being unproductive you are literally chilling. make a grill cheese with cheddar cheese and slather a piece of the bread with some honey and maybe you'll relax
...ok but what if the shift manager is actually right
you are a minor so i will say this with absolute confidence as an adult: there is not a single time on the history of this planet that a shift manager has ever been right. and more seriously, in this metaphor: treating yourself like shit for not being productive doesn't actually make you more productive. it makes you treat yourself like shit.