Michael found a shiny rock!
Just a doodle I made out of a swirly spirally pen scribble on my geology class notes, nothing special

Love Begins

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Andulka
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Michael found a shiny rock!
Just a doodle I made out of a swirly spirally pen scribble on my geology class notes, nothing special
What do you think they're whispering about?
I've been trying to decide which one I like better. What do yall think?
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It's rather lonely here...
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Took this picture at Mt Rainier a while back and was inspired! Now this little chipmunk is no longer a mere chipmunk, but a wizard on a journey and/or quest!
(It’s not entirely finished yet, but that's ok; procrastination has been kicking my butt lately, and my surfacepro isn't supported anymore, so idk if I'd be able to finish it, anyway.)
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In honor of the anniversary of MAG 200, I’m posting this little comic I did for a TMA zine! It’s currently on hiatus (but will hopefully eventually come out??) but we got permission to post our pieces. Enjoy some food-as-a-love-language and awkward flirting :)
THIS IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE!!! I hope the zine gets published soon! I'd LOVE to read it!!!
For some reason at work the medium and large exam gloves are completely normal but the small gloves they ordered have this weird vampire nightclub vibe and I have no idea why
Well, OBVIOUSLY, it's because vampires have small hands - to match the size of their bat wing-hands!
The exceptions, of course, being the flying fox vamps, who need XL sized gloves (not featured here) and the vamps unable or unwilling to transfer into their flittermause forms.
Common causes for transformation issues include, but are not limited to: lack of proper nutrition making the transformation uncomfortable, impossible or at least medically unadvised, the weight of guilt/their sins making them too heavy to fly, and the deterrent of light pollution.
(Seriously though, I did research on bats for a school assignment, and light pollution is TERRIBLE for bats - it can make it harder for them to navigate while hunting for insects/fruit/flowers for nectar, and it can deter them from an area, altogether! PROTECT OUR LOCAL SKYPUPPIES!!!)
“i asked chatgpt—” well i asked the ceaseless watcher to turn its gaze upon you
You WRETCHED [lazy] THING!!!
**Elias, fresh from the tunnels, burn powder still on his fingertips as he sifts through employee files for his Next Archivist as a beach gremlin combs the shore for uranium sea glass while his often-lost-at-sea lover offers him moral support and a fresh cuppa.**
Elias, daintily sipping his tea: Hmmmmmmmmmm...
Peter Lucas, trying to be helpful: What about this one? Good qualifications and already knows the Archives well?
Elias: *Takes Sasha's file, glancing at it* Hmmmm... No, I don't think so. Too similar to the last one, AND-
Elias: *tosses it onto the 'no' pile with a dramatic flourish*
Elias: -repeats are boring.
Peter: Oh! Uh, okay. Well, how about this one? *picks up Tim's file, adjusting his reading glasses* An encounter with the Circus and some lovely lingering trauma from watching his brother get killed by a famous clown?
Elias: *considers, but shakes his head* Easy on the eyes -
Peter: *snickers*
Elias: -but unpredictable. Can't risk another failure, AND his lack of interest in investigating anything other than Nikola's lot makes him... less than ideal.
Peter: Ah, yes. Good point. *Reaches for Martin's file*
Elias: No.
Peter: *Pouts with the best pleading puppy expression his weathered face will allow* But he's one of mine! And he's ever so eager to please!
Elias: Ah, but does he have the guts for it? Can you look me in the eyes and tell me he can handle doing whatever needs to be done? Even if it involves insects or confrontation?
Peter: *Thinks about it, then makes a face*
Elias: Exactly.
[BEAT]
**Peter's eye snags on a file buried at the bottom of the heap, the corner barely poking out**
Peter: Luv?
Elias: *Sipping his tea again* Hmm?
Peter: *Pointing* What's that one, there?
Elias: Which one? *Follows his gaze* Oh!
Elias: *Pulls Jon’s file from its hiding place*
Elias: *Squints at it*
Elias: *Whips a black light out of nowhere and the file glows, covered with spider's webb*
Elias: *EXCITED GASP!!!!*
Peter, excited and hopeful: Is it???
Elias: *Looks to his husband and nods, a brilliant grin lighting his eyes (to match the glowing green of the file)* Yes, it's him! We've found him!
Elias: *Sniffles, wiping away a fluorescent tear* Our Special Little Boy!
Does anyone else feel the sudden urge to abandon their life and job at their local community college? Specifically to run away to a forest somewhere and embrace your inner corvid by collecting moss and shiny rocks to adorn your newly acquired (and totally not stolen) cottage home as you attempt to seduce your (confused but supportive) yeehaw farmer-boy partner with the nest of colorful yarn you've spent the last few months frantically crocheting into pretty patterns in order to impress him enough to accept you as his life partner?
Because I do.
See, I probably would use my Tumblr account more... if I actually knew how to use it effectively.
Like, if I knew how to find the pearls of raw quotes and wisdom hidden in their barnicle encrusted random shit post shells on the regular, I'd probably never leave this place.
But right now all I know how to do is catalog; to archive each new star I come across into one of my neat little pre-made boxes, allowing me to open the lids every so often to gaze upon them and smile as the memories of when I'd first found them and how they'd made me feel washes over me along with the light of their soft glow...
However, I'm quickly realizing that I've grown too dependent on having an algorithm for a copilot as I explore the depths, which often leaves me adrift in territory I've already explored countless times, which in turn prompts my ship's squishy processing unit to scream that it's bored out of it's prison of calcium and flesh. Every other tuesday it's threatening to stage a coup d'état, saying if it has to sit through one more "guess the song challenge" or computerized reading of a (probably made up) reddit story, it will hit the self-destruct button faster than a Drusselsteinian with a degree he bought online could be foiled by a platypus secret agent who's also basically his therapist.
I'd happily give it what it wants and drift through the nebulous starlit tumblr void forever if it meant I didn't have to doomscroll through the endlessly garish Nikola Orsinov carnival that is most other social platforms, desperately searching for the elusive shaved ice vendor amidst the sea of funnelcake and rigged game stalls and ultimately ending up so turned around and overstimulated that I'd rather just go home.
I know that the only way through is to just take the plunge and set out on my own if I'm to learn how to find my way around,
but that can be scary, no matter where you are or what the situation is,
(and it is for me)
so I'm posting this in the hopes of appeasing the Tumblr gods; that they'll hear my plea and permit me safe passage through their realm until I learn how to navigate without the help of the algorithm copilot, however long that may take.
In the fandoms, shit posts, and Eldritch beings we trust-
Oh, I have a mini soda can in my pocket
I wonder how that got in there...
"breakfast" a tma s5 animation thing
dawg can't even fry me an egg in this eyeconomy
I'M CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY
*shrugs and eats them anyway*
THEY'RE NOT THE SAME- SO WHY JON?!
Ok, so I know TMA itself has been over for a minute, but during the last year and a half that I'd spent binging the ever-living pipe murder out of ALL 200 EPISODES (and the RE-binging it after the announcement of TMP)
The ONE thing that ALWAYS bothered me?
WHY does Jon pronounce Jared and Gerard the same way?!
Jared => Jeh-rid
Gerard => Jer-rard
THEY'RE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!!!
Was it a mistake Jonny&Crew made the first time they recorded an episode that mentioned our beloved Angry Goth SadBoi by name?? and they didn't notice it until after it was posted, so they had to keep it that way because of continuity????
Sounds plausible, right?
But wait!
NO!
That can't be right, because NO ONE ELSE in the show pronounces them like this!
What the heck guys? lol
As the sun sets behind the clouds and waves on the horizon, the colors of our world shift, and we are shown a new world entirely.
I took these on my trip up the PNW coast in September 2023, but only just got around to posting them lol
ADHD at its finest: hyperfocusing for 5+ minutes to do the thing, but then forget to share the thing once I'm done with it!
ADHD + Sorta Aro/Ace = Magpie in Reverse Wild Shape?
Sometimes when I see couples out doing stuff together, or when I read posts about how someone's partner made a romantic gesture with gifts of squishmallows, or renfaire stabbys, or a cool rock they found on a hiking trip that's probably just quartz but they insist that "No, THIS one is REALLY a magic gem!" and then they spin a tale about how it's "the heart of Vasilka, the holy matrimony of arcane and divine magic to create the facsimile of life", or whatever, with silly puns sprinkled in for flavor-
and I'm like-
"Why can't I have that? I want to mutually give and receive Magic Shineys we found in the woods and then spend the evening sitting in the same room in comfortable silence as we each do our quiet crafts with a movie/show playing in the background!!!"
but then I remember I'm ADHD and if I don't consciously decide to interact with someone everyday, I'll sort of forget to talk to them altogether, which does not promote satisfactory courtship on either end of the relationship :(
So I must content myself with sending cute couple goals content to my friends under the guise of "date night ideas for you and your partner!" and live vicariously through them, instead.
(also, I think that I'm probably some form of Aro/Ace because, alas, *raises the back of one hand to my forehead* Doing the Do does not thrill me, and I have a hard time knowing what's too much or too little intimacy for any given situation, and while I'm fine with reading about couples kissing and whatnot it just kind of makes me - a 26yo- vaguely uncomfy :/ )
Or maybe I am actually just a Magpie in Reverse Wild Shape, forever struggling to deal with/understand how to function in human society, like those Tanuki in Pom Poko.
Who knows?
“Spanish Moon Moth” by Olivier Bouteleux
Beautiful, just beautiful!
Cuteness overload of the day!!!
Sigh...beautiful Yelm, Washingon