Just another geeky nerd

Reblogging funny things, art, animals, some youtubers and movies and sciency things sometimes. For concentration of animals and nature posts, check out @more-animals-and-nature   Thanks @narcissusneverknewme for the icon :)

[jaubaius]

Wait for it..

[weonsinnombre]

[sherlock-is-ace]

dude can print gifs

[cartiercocaine-blog]

wнαт тнe ғυcĸ ιѕ тнιѕ?

[dont-touch-my-fandoms]

Elmo’s voice saying “I’ll fuck u up” is the best and worst thing ever

[blocboybucciarati]

YO I SWEAR THIS SHIT IS TOO FUNNY😭🤣

[lesbianskunkrat]

I WATCH THIS EVERYDAY

[mockwa]

cool !!! 

[everythingfox]

[exitwound]

this is making me hyperventilate

[thenatsdorf]

Cat wall.

[captainschmoe]

BABEY NO

[happifying-things]

um, excuse me

[somecutething]

The guy and his duck play this game 😂😂

(via Madison Kava)

[babyanimalgifs]

Well, that was unexpected

(via)

[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.

[vanshira]

narwhals, maybe

[13faeinapenguinsuit]

Please. Everyone knows unicorns aren’t real.

[djklmnx]

[jaeger-bombastic-was-taken]

[wynterwulf7]

Reblog to give ur local demisexual a pin

[queercutlureis]

I truly love how queer can mean "Eh I'm some flavour of Not-Cishet but I don't care to know the specifics beyond that" but also "I absolutely do know the specifics but we will be here all damn day if we get into it" and like. Everything in between. I think that's incredibly powerful of us tbh.

[actualaster]

Also "I know damn well the specifics but FUCK YOU for assuming you're entitled to them when it's none of your damn business (especially if you want to know so you can judge the validity of my identity according to your personal tastes)"

[alexseanchai]

also "the specifics have been known to change on me and I cannot be bothered to keep anybody else updated when they do"

[flying-potato2]

[5bi5]

Hey if you're new to tumblr don't worry about people telling you not to come here because it's "dead" or a "hell site" or "the users will force you to eat bees", it's actually pretty cool, no matter what the rest of the internet keeps telling you. Oh, and you totally won't need those crosses and garlic they gave you. Yeah, no, I don't know why they broke down weeping and told you that for your mother's sake you should stay away from this website. Maybe a joke about the history of nsfw content I guess? Anyways, come on in, we've been eagerly awaiting your visit.

[writing-prompt-s]

Science fiction is full of first contact stories, but is there a such thing as LAST contact?  Decide exactly what that means, and write about it.

[elidyce]

It was too late, when the humans came. They were a young species, still exploring outwards, vital and thriving. 

We… were not. 

War had ravaged us, and sickness, and war once again, until our population dwindled beyond the point of recovery. We struggled against that, of course… we used genetic manipulation, and cloning, and even more desperate measures. None succeeded. When the humans came, we were sinking into apathy, only a few tens of us left. We had begun to discuss whether we should commit a mass suicide, or simply wait to fade away. 

And then the young species came, in their clumsy ships, and they asked us why we were so few. 

“We are becoming extinct,” we told them. “We have passed the point of recovery.” 

It is custom to avoid the races that are dying – once a species reaches the point of inevitable extinction, even war is suspended, and the fiercest enemy pulls back. The custom was born of plagues and poisons that could be carried forth from a dying world to afflict a healthy one, but it has the implacable weight of tradition now. After we are gone, after they have waited for the prescribed period of quarantine, there will be a fight for our world. Habitable worlds are few, and this is a good one, with plenty of free groundwater and thriving vegetation. It is a bitter thing to be grateful for the custom that allows us to die in peace, but we are grateful.

But the humans don’t know that custom, and they do not leave. They seem distraught, when we tell them we are dying, and try to offer their aid - but their technology is behind ours, and it is too late. When they realize that they can’t save us, though, they do something that bewilders us. 

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