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janmisali

do you pronounce "gerrymander" like "Gary mander"?

yes

no

unsure

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Voting ended onJan 18, 2024

janmisali

voting block 1 (options 1, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 11, 12): 60.9%, highest option "yes"

voting block 2 (options 2, 10): 39.1%, highest option "no"

looks like "yes" wins!

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eternal-fractal

I think this better explained gerrymandering better to me than any explanation I've heard

bryn-irl

wake up babe new educational meme dropped

pegasuskiss

commission opening post!!⭐️

I completely forgot to post here!! i'm opening for commissions via google form! the form is up and will be for the next day or so! check it out if you're interested!

Commission prices and info are on my carrd! Please read my TOS before submitting. I will select commissions based on if they align with my a

pegasuskiss

open again!! fill out if youre interested!! :D <3

dreamilypurpleoutcast

uncleasriel

excuse me I'mtearing up a bit

soft-caramel

breelandwalker

Fairy tales are more than true, not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.

-Neil Gaiman

georgedontdothat

To-cat-ata in B by sympawnies

kimije

I wanted someone to play it as soon as I saw it and they delivered

thagomizersshow

You ever think about how weird hippos are ecologically speaking?

There's literally no other megafauna on earth that spends the entire day lounging around in water, mostly just socializing, only to come onto land to feed at night.

I remember when I used to do education programs on hippos, most people assumed they ate aquatic plants, and that that's the whole reason they were in water. Meanwhile, hippos are basically just giant nocturnal cows that eat only grass.

weaselle

most animals that start adapting to live more of their lives in water:

"i must grow my bones lighter and less dense so that i don't get trapped on the bottom and may float easier in this new environment"

hippos: "denser. heavier bones. MOAR dense. Make sink the most."

mother nature: but how will you get off the bottom when you sink?

hippos: Make muscles more too, give all muscle.

mother nature: and to stay warm in the water? a big layer of fat?

hippos: no! no fat only muscle.

mother nature: o....kay. And, you eat aquatic plants, that's why you spend so much time in the water?

hippos: lol no. eat land grass, like cow.

mother nature: i see. right. You eat mostly grass, so, flat grinding teeth?

hippos: hell no. big spike teeth. sharp big teeth. Biggest

mother nature: what, like lions? 3 inch fangs?

hippos: course not. giant fuck-off teeth, 18 inches. Also, not just one pair, three pairs of giant sharp teeth. give

mother nature: but you eat... grass?

hippos: yeah. lol. Sometimes eat a zebra tho. Or a antelope. Maybe eat a crocodile, you don't know. Give all teeth, giant fuck-off teeth. Most bone! most muscle! most teeth! Me.

mother nature: y'know what? fuck it, sure, here you go

hippo: ...

hippo: i'm very angry now

netherworldpost

there is absolutely nothing on this goddamn planet that makes sense

we are a fantasy writer's workshop

we are an idea morgue of first drafts

destielmemenews

source 1

source 2

source 3

vampmilf

genuinely in fucking tears over this

best meow?

the french meow

the endless meow

the opera meow

the ghost meow

the chainsaw meow

the downhill meow

the senior meow

the doorbell meow

the earthquake meow

the concussion meow

Voting ended onJan 11, 2024

finalgirlcock

haunted house uquiz by streetlighthalo

blackholeofcreativity

This is modern art. The tragedy and hopelessness is perfectly encapsulated in your lack of a choice. Were you in his place, you would do no different. Because the gods have deemed it so, because fate is stronger than you. I’m usually not a big art person but holy shit

heygirlyyyyy-deactivated2024102

me trying to figure out what the fuck Sam Dalton Reich is planning: “Wenis” is an anagram for “swine” and earlier this season they didn’t let the crew look at a pig and Roscoe the clown is usually spelled Rosco but RoscoE is a type of gun and—

shokogast

everybody 👏 do the🙌 wenis the 🙌 wenis is a🕺dance💃 everybody👥is a 🤓 genius if they 🙋 know it in ⏰ advance

thetallflower

ivyblossom

I Have Become a Crow Friend.

It started because I commute to work on an e-scooter, and a couple of crows had started to fly along side me. I mean close, maybe two feet from from my face. I know this isn't unusual behaviour for a crow, but for me it's magical. I am flying with crows! I presume they're gliding in my wake and it's fun for them, because they started to do it every morning. I wanted them to know that I admire them and want good things for them, so I started to travel with a bag of unsalted, unshelled peanuts. When I got to the end of the road where they glide with me, I stop and leave some peanuts on the grass for them, and then I continue on my journey.

Well, they certainly know who I am now, and so does their extended family. They get my attention in a number of ways. Sometimes they will fly directly in front of my scooter, and I fear I'm going to hit them, but I don't, because they know what they're doing. They will fly in my eye line and land in a place where I can't miss them. There is one set of cousins down the road who thought shouting at me and waiting for me to come out of a building would be a good idea, but I did not reward that, and it hasn't happened since. They don't normally shout at me, they just flirt with me by flying with me, being beautiful in my presence, and giving me the eye. Then I give them treats.

One day I couldn't ride my e-scooter because of the weather so I walked my route. I traded my usual blue coat for a warmer red one with the hood up, and no orange helmet. I figured my crow friends would ignore me, since I am no longer a wheeled creature with blue feathers and an orange head. But no: they know who I am. They know the scooter is a vehicle that I ride, they know the coat and the helmet are things I'm wearing. My crow friends recognize my face. I know this totally normal behaviour for crows, but I am honoured by it nonetheless.

I always talk them. I greet them. I warn them about weather that's coming. I ask them how they're doing. My ultimate goal is to have them talk back to me, which I know they are fully capable of doing. And one day maybe the crows in this area will spot people walking alone in the woods and will shout out, "Hello, friend!" and freak them the fuck out. That's the kind of legacy I'm after. My quest continues.