[gecko5]

Custom colours on my Redler

[gecko5]

Curseword the cobalt

[gecko5]

Mango a shark fighter

[lisosa]

GHOSTFOXGHOSTFOXGHOSTFOXGHOSTFOXGHOSTFOX

[gecko5]

[gecko5]

[fallcaesar]

Santa is on strike due to global warming.  All presents this year will be delivered by Sasha the Christmas Tiger.  Milk and cookies may not be sufficient.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

“MUST BRING PRESENTS TO GOOD CHILDREN”

“Yes good”

“AND EAT THE BAD ONES”

“Wait no”

“EAT THEM”

“sasha no”

[tolkientrash]

@burstofhope the Christmas tiger is watching

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

She is making a list

It is not easy with her paws but she is making it

[iguanamouth]

shes almost here

[miscriont]

Okay fine this is the ONE Christmas thing I will reblog before Thanksgiving BUT THAT’S IT

[craptaztic]

SASHA’S BACK ON MY DASH!

[mace-from-outerspace]

Y’all better behave, you have two months

[aseriouscomedian]

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

You better watch out

[dead-kun]

i added some mood music

[sir-phobos-boa]

Death Meteor

An unholy abomination brought forth from the combination of zoidian dark magic, and a chaotic organoid attempting the resurrect an ancient Death Saurer. The resulting twitching monster was unable to be controlled. Time and space seeming to warp around its massive form. It’s only instinct seems to be to consume or destroy.

[jurassicsunsets]

disc-winged bats have suction cups on their hands

sucker-footed bats are similar but they use sticky sweat, not suction cup hands

são tomé collared fruit bats have three lower incisors with one in the middle like tom cruise

mouse-tailed bats have really long tails 

new zealand short-tailed bats prefer to walk on the forest floor and often dig for food, they also sometimes dig burrows 

bulldog bats catch fish 

spectral bats catch and eat birds

bat wings have such large surface area with blood vessels so close to the skin that they can do up to 11% of their gas exchange directly through the skin, this is measured like this:

vampire bats are the only known vertebrates that lack maltase, the enzyme that breaks down maltose sugars

honduran white bats make leaf tents and sleep together in piles

now you know more about bats

[space-australians]

Even among Earth animals, humans are the odd ones out where our smiling is meant as friendly instead of threatening. This undoubtedly feeds into the "space-orc" view by aliens we contact bc, wtf, even their own nonsentient species bare their teeth as threats. THESE PEOPLE ARE MAKING THREAT DISPLAYS CONSTANTLY AS PART OF THEIR SOCIAL NORMS AAAHHH

Soon, classes and resources pop up purporting to teach other species how to sort human communication. But they, uh, have a hard time figuring out which ones to take seriously, because hey, this looks legit, right?

[worthikids]

Jason & Friends

[biomechanicalmash]

Where have all the good clowns gone?

[jesus-lizard-journal]

And where are all the mimes? 

[rasec-wizzlbang-blog]

Where’s the streetwise Harlequin to juggle these trying times?

[butch-king-frankenstein]

Isn’t there a jokester inside a tiny car? Late at night I toss and turn and I wonder where you are

[butch-king-frankenstein]

#i need a bozo

I’m holding out for a Bozo ‘til the end of the night He’s gotta make jokes, entertain all the folks, and never cause no one a fright I need a Bozo I’m holding out for a Bozo with a big bow tie And party balloons and a big pair of shoes and a good throwing arm with a pie

[elbdot]

“FEAR ME for I am a FEROCIOUS BEAST! BOW DOWN TO ME, MORTAL!” But the mortal did not hear him. Instead she paused for a moment, looking around in confusion as her eyes were searching for the origin of the tiny squeaks. They seemed to be coming from the Dandelions she was inspecting with her camera. Strange. Very tiny, almost angrily sounding squeaks. Kind of like those of a Desert Rain Frog that everyone had seen on BBC…

Yes HELLO you were all asking me to show the tiny dragon hiding in the Dandelion I posted a few weeks ago and HERE HE IS! The GOLDEN SNAPTOOTH or you can just call him a Dandelion Dragon because that’s basically what he is but I like to give my dragon species a second “commonly known” name, just like in Germany Dandelions are known under countless of different names in the vernacular, haha…

I came up with the concept back in April 2017 (the first sketch of him is the bottom-one of the first picture), a few months before I published my first Gardendragon book! But I had to scrap him because there wasn’t enough time to fully develop him and add him to the finished bunch…but I didn’t forget about him! NOW is his time to shine! :D At least on social media for now. Hope I get to include him in a future novel one day!

[gothfortress]

Visit Original Link

@mandal0rian

[kiera--b]

[rabbit--kinder-deactivated20180]

@human-esque

[knightfisherr]

here we go!

[movemequotes]

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

[lynati]

…

[bogleech]

I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

[fartsandprayers]

This is what happened to me. I was young, first grade. 

All the other kids have one teacher, while I had two, though I was in the same class. I took recess by myself. When the other’s took recess, I was constantly quizzed by my second teacher and shown how to color properly because ‘You don’t want your pictures to look like theirs, do you?’ I just wanted to color. 

When I was allowed to participate with the rest of the class, I felt odd. “How fast does the earth move?” The main teacher asked. “100 miles an hour!” “One bajillion miles a hour!” I raised my hand. “Yes?” I swallowed and smiled. “I think it’s closer to 100,000 kilometers per hour.” I didn’t guess, I stated a fact. I was happy. And proud. Because I knew the answer. But somehow, when the teacher said ‘That’s correct’, it was with a large amount of disappointment and odd looks from the other kids. What had I done wrong? I didn’t answer questions anymore.

When I was in the class with my second teacher, we did reading flash cards. “What does this say?” “Government.” She frowned. “And just how do you know that?” I answered as simply as I could. “It doesn’t sound like it’s spelled. It has ‘Govern’ like the governor, and it has ‘ment’ that rhymes vent which is what’s above us! Government!” “That’s not how you learn words, you need to remember how to spell them. Try the next one.” Why did it matter? I remembered and could read it. So I had to learn the ‘correct’ way to spell and read.

So on and so on until 5th grade, when I was falling behind all the other students and was told to try harder and pay attention. ‘Show your work or it counts against you.’ But I didn’t have any work to show… 45 X 3 just is 135. What work was I supposed to show when something was a fact? So I had to relearn math so my teacher didn’t flunk me out.

This has followed me into adulthood. “Think outside the box.” I can’t. There is a small area outside the box I am allowed and no further. That is what I have been taught. When someone wants something from you in this way, they want to know where it came from and for it to match their ideals… not something they can’t understand or want to consider. And there is always a right answer, even if you are just coming up with ideas.

“Do you have any ideas on this matter?” My boss asks. I shrug. “It’s not something for me weigh in on, that’s beyond my area.”

You broke me. You broke thousands of kids who could have been the new Tesla, Curie, or Einstein. And you wonder why new ideas aren’t new? Because you told us, at a very early age, that a new idea must already conform to what you understand and are comfortable with. 

[mrmcweasel]

Let’s think about how much more advanced we would be as a society if our school systems didn’t break kids.

[strongorcbutch-deactivated20220]

Once again a reminder: In the modern US school system, this is a feature, not a bug. THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT IT WANTS TO DO TO CHILDREN. IF IT DOESN’T GO THIS WAY SOMETIMES, IT’S BECAUSE OF TEACHERS WHO GO AGAINST ESTABLISHED PROTOCOLS, AND THEY OFTEN SUFFER FOR IT IF THEY DO SO.