"my battery is low and it's getting dark"

Crow/Talon/Blade - Early 20s // Genderless nature freak who's otherkin and queer af // Chill but DNI if you're nasty or rude etc etc // Nature/decay blog is flowersfrommybones, otherkin blog is ab1gsharpth1ngw1thclawsandw1ngs, osprey appreciation blog is fuckyeahosprey // Header by anasabdin

[thememedaddy]

[orionthebirdguy]

this came to me in a dream

[wetheurban]

Sending love to everyone who is just... tired. Life is a lot, and sometimes the answer to it all is to just be still and silent for a while. Give yourself space and grace.

Whether it’s decision fatigue, anxiety fatigue, information fatigue, routine fatigue, getting life back together fatigue, career fatigue, social fatigue, financial fatigue, or physical fatigue: take a moment to breathe and recharge. You deserve it.

[iloveyoudeanwinchester]

I got denied for disability after waiting 2 ½ years for a response and the wording in the letter pissed me off. So I wrote a poem about it.

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Poem transcript under the cut

You are not disabled under our rules.

Your body may be in constant pain. 

Your back may bend in all the wrong ways and your muscles may feel like sunburned taffy in a press. 

You may be too dizzy to stand or sit for more than a few minutes at a time. 

You may have chronic migraines and chronic fatigue and a chronic sadness from a childhood lacking love. 

You may have a dysfunctional thyroid and dysautonomia. 

You may have to sleep more than you are awake and you may have to use a wheelchair or cane any time you are able to leave the house. 

But aren’t you aware the medications you take to make your pain more bearable can also make you sleepier? 

Aren’t you aware that everyone wants an excuse to not do the dishes and your extreme back pain is laughable? 

Aren’t you aware that your life is expendable? 

Aren’t you aware that we don’t care about you at all? 

You are able to work some; you are able to work more. 

Just adapt. 

Just push yourself more. 

Just break your body more.

Just be a good little number on a screen and stop screaming as we churn you through the system and beat you to a pulp. 

This is because you are not disabled under our rule.

[asakiyume]

A female and male norther cardinal enjoy a spot of tea. 

[90377]

  by Kristian Skybak

[actionpainting-deactivated20231]

my nephews lunch that he packed

[rnelodyy]

[ID: A lunchbox containing a handful of loose lettuce and a half-empty bottle of Pepsi.]

[puppygirllaika]

that's arugula

[ceo-of-lesbians]

[ID: A lunchbox containing a handful of loose lettuce and a half-empty bottle of arugula]

[hellsitegenetics]

String identified: c tat ac [: A c ctag a a ttc a a a-t tt .] tat' aga [: A c ctag a a ttc a a a-t tt aga]

Closest match: Polygonum aviculare genome assembly, chromosome: 2 Common name: Prostrate Knotweed

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[alexsiple]

their name is nelly and they're annoying

[bovineblogger]

(src)

[unaliveish]

ale fehr

[enslavedbyfaeries]

Paper: Arches 100% cotton/ cold press

Brushes: Da Vinci Casaneo mom/ Silver Black Velvet rounds

Paints: Mijello Gold/ HWC Holbein/ Poems About You

[noahwyles]

i, a rock collector, had to go to the ER yesterday because of a gallstone attack, here is how my father messaged me

thanks dad

[anremithrl]

That was the correct thing to say.

[afeelgoodblog]

Because sometimes we all just need to see a guy head-bump a beautiful Beluga whale

[13faeinapenguinsuit]

Note: that is not a lumberjack!!! Most likely it is a domesticated marine biologist, possibly a domesticated fisherman, (you can tell because it has been clothed in wool, which stays warm when wet, so it is is clearly well cared for).

While this may be appropriate enrichment for your DOMESTICATED and WELL TRAINED marine biologist or fisherman, please remember that lumberjacks may be tame, but are not domesticated. They are still wild, and they absolutely will freak out if they see you swimming around in their forests.

[vanshira]

did you write this notice for the belugas or

[13faeinapenguinsuit]

Who else would I write it for? It’s not like orcas care about ethical wildlife photography.

[lesvegas]

passing in public makes me feel like white shrek

[lesvegas]

literally how it feels

[eattheschoolboy]

[soshavivi]

A bit of horror

His name is Spot

Spot is not actually Quetzalcoatl, but only a little bit close to it.

He cannot fly, but Sato runs fast with his large size of 4.5 meters

, the title of Spot appeared from eyewitnesses who were able to avoid a cruel fate when meeting him in the forest, and named him so because of the red spots on his beak and head, there is a theory that his spots are dried blood, which It just stopped being erased due to the constant number of victims.

His sounds range from distorted bird sounds to the almost believable crying of a baby.

You can meet him mostly at night in the taiga, where tall trees predominate with which he merges, but there have been cases when he was met during the day, during the daytime he behaves neutrally, ignoring everything around him.

[epicness1000]

The door shuddered as the beast– the maip– pressed against it. Testing it, Naivan guessed. He prayed silently to deaf Gods that it would not get in. But metal groaned its dying breath and the door clattered down. Steel dust, cracked, corroded, rusted, bled from the shattered lock. 

A monstrous hand, both scaled and feathered, clutched the damaged doorframe. Hefty claws cracked into the wall with ease, the sound making Naivan flinch as he pressed himself under the table. The head snaked into view, lips parted into a soft, clicking growl. Orange eyes searching for prey it could not yet see. Naivan covered his mouth with a shaking, clammy palm. 

The beast’s jaws opened, releasing a shrill, ear-piercing bark. It sounded like nothing alive today, neither like any creatures of the forest Naivan was familiar with, nor any monster he’d seen on the television.

Art to pair with a short horror story I wrote; in which rusting metal acts as a foreboding warning for the presence of a primordial predator. "The Shadow of Death that Kills in Cold Wind", featuring the Maip Macrothorax, written under the theme of 'rust'.