into the rabbits lair

Novah, she/her 🏳️‍⚧️ avid mtg and ttrpg player, which probably won't surprise anyone because that's every autistic transfem cellist, programmer, and molecular biologist, also not surprising

[bug-maniac]

[Image ID: A picture of a bee and a wasp, both labeled. Both are colored yellow and black. Facts are listed about each one in their respective columns.

Bee:

Cute and fuzzy, like a friend

Make honey

Come in pretty colors with different occupations (blue orchard bee, carpenter bee)

Pollinators!

Freeloaders who will come build hives in the walls of your house

Communicate with dancing

According to all known laws of aviatin, honey bees can fly up to 15 mph

Like sweet things

Over 20,000 species--not just honeybees!

Wasp:

Cool and sleek, like a motorcycle

Prey on pests

Come in pretty, iridescent colors (ruby tailed wasp)

Will try to mooch off your drinks (so check your cans!)

Pollinators!

Leave you paper nests that you can sell to collectors

Communicate with smells

Like sweet things

Over 30,000 species--not just [kind I hate]

At the very bottom, in smaller text, is the URL bug-maniac.tumblr.com. /End ID]

NO ANTI-WASP SENTIMENTS ON THIS POST

[kaithewhatever]

@bugthingsdaily

[debian-official]

reblog to boop prev with your paw

[batshit-auspol]

Please enjoy the infectious laughter of the Australian senate struggling to keep its composure while grilling a man about bee semen

[batshit-auspol]

Regularly forget we posted this and then are hit like a brick with notifications like this one

[cottoncandylesbo]

the surgeon doing my bottom surgery told me they're crafting my shit out of leftover scrap metal and rusty cogs

[sexygrammaticalerrors]

[sea--burn]

The department of gifts has issued a severe novelty watch

[wowwforever]

I hate that ‘bad dream’ just means ‘nightmare’ instead of ‘shitty quality dream.’ I had a bad dream last night. It wasn’t scary it just didn’t make a lot of narrative sense

[fallingtowers]

happy terrible comics day

[beardedmrbean]

[beardedmrbean]

[septemberequinox]

casual survey: reblog if you want to kiss a girl right now

[alpha-beta-gamer]

Things only exist if you can see them in indie Sci-Fi puzzle adventure, Object Impermanence. So does this post only exist if you see it too?

The Steam page may also only exist if you see it:

Object Impermanence on Steam

A first person puzzle game where your vision defines reality, and only the things you can see exist. Learn and master the strange behaviours

[sport-news-daily]

aports was called off today because wr here at sports news daily have beensentinto a dark hell where the earth was made from broken glass pointing up and rusty metal bullshit and we had no shoes and everything was hot and dry and dusty and the cuts didnt even really bleed anymore and you had to clamber tbrough ome hundred tiny crevices sharp things going into you at all sides slowly draggijg yourself until we were nothing and were nothing with our nothing agaisnt yhe nothing

[archacovercosine]

weather authorities reportedly issuing a severe "wednesday alert" for tomorrow

[martial-art-world]

[toesucker416]

SIGNAL!!! BOOST!!! I don't care if this doesn't fit your blog's aesthetic, reblog EVERY TIME!!!

[toesucker416]

I know things are scary because they're going to strike us down with their powerful kicks, but here's what YOU (yes, YOU READING THIS RIGHT NOW) can do

1. nothing

2. we're so fucked

[martial-art-world]

WE'WE ALLLG ONNA DIE

[randomencounters]

Encounter: unfortunately every taekwondo practitioner in the world is under orders to eliminate everyone else

[sassysnowperson]

Book of Hours is an utterly hilarious videogame, when you think about what the mechanics actually mean in-universe.

You are a librarian! You have taken on management of a Mystical House full of secrets, which you must slowly reveal room by room. But! A catastrophe struck before your arrival, so you gotta clear the rooms out as you go.

Except you're just one person, you gotta go get your neighbors to help out.

Most of the people will charge me money to help out, but the towns blacksmith, my old war-buddy Denzel, he'll help for free.

"Denzeeel!" I pound on his doorway at the break of dawn. "Come up to the big spooky house, why don't you?"

He comes to the house. And I show him the best time. We drink a smoky tea, feast upon rare pears that only bloom in the fae seasons, I gift him some metal and encourage him to look at it's cool magic properties. Dawn to morning to afternoon, we have a wonderful time. And then, as the day grows dark and he's thinking about heading home, I stop him.

"before you go, can you do me a quick favor?" And then I walk them into the basement, through some caves, and point to a room with roughly one billion bats.

"you can clear out roughly a billion bats, right? I really need to get in there."

And then my sweet, long-suffering friend goes into the room filled with roughly a billion bats to clear it out for me. Good man, I think fondly, as he stumbles home to his smithy after.

And then, as night turns to morning, I contemplate the next room, deep in the library's secret prison, burning with an eternal flame of the monstrous prisoner that broke his chains.

"you know who can help me handle this?" I say cheerfully as my skin reddens and cracks as I reach my hand toward the door. "My good friend Denzel!"

[inber]

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[alphabetizing-posts]

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