Gamefreak please give us some starters that stay Creatures
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Gamefreak please give us some starters that stay Creatures
BETTER NAMES:
- the ‘WE HAVE A VERY AFFECTIONATE PET MOUNTAIN LION’ bed
- the ‘OUR NINJA BODYGUARD HAS TO SLEEP *SOMEWHERE*’ bed
- the ‘YOU’RE GROUNDED - DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT SNEAKING OUT’ bed
- the ‘WE’RE POLY BUT SOMETIMES ONE OF US NEEDS ELBOW SPACE’ bed
imagine your ot3
the “Not everyone in the triad is into cuddling but doesn’t want to miss out on late-night conversations and morning tea” bed
Team Rocket’s bed
Meowth alone on the bottom with Jessie and James up top
This is some truth laid down right here boy.
Millennials have essentially been forced into a perpetual teenagerhood by socioeconomic circumstance, we desperately want to grow up, and we’re worried that we’re running out of time to do so
interestingly, i feel like the opposite - i’ve grown up, unwillingly and unprepared to do so, and i want more time to figure my shit out before i’m ready to be seen as an adult. i’m almost 36.
Oh man, I know that feeling.
I’ve seen a lot of older people scoff at the word “adulting”, but pretty much everyone my age or younger that I’ve talked to about it knows exactly what it means and feels it keenly, and I wonder if on some level this is because many older people think of “adult” as just an age category - one you’re in your twenties you’re an adult, by definition, and so anything you do is “adulting”, also by definition. But to our generation and younger ones, there are a bunch of things we associate with adulthood; it varies based on culture, socioeconomic status, etc. but everyone I know seems to have at least one thing that they think of as an “adult” thing - maybe having a steady job, or owning a car, or having time to go big with your hobbies, or having the energy for activism, or raising 2.5 kids in a nuclear family with a white picket fence in the suburbs, or even just going grocery shopping regularly instead of “in a panic because you’re out of toilet paper” - that they not only don’t have, but can’t even really imagine having.
And so we need the word “adulting” so we can separate “doing the things adults are supposed to do” from “being old enough to be an adult”, because by age we’re obviously all adults as nouns but most of us can’t fully adult as a verb, so maybe we’re not actually adults? Or maybe we’re “fake” adults, because a REAL adult would have organized their life by now and would be adulting all the time with ease, because adulting is just, by definition, all the things you’d do if you were a real adult.
The year I started going grey (2020, I was 26) was the same year I started making a grocery list and planning meals for the week.
The year before that, I wrote an extremely popular how-to guide for figuring out Adult Things by talking to customer service reps, because I’d literally just gotten my first job and genuinely had had to call up my health insurance and my credit card company and my bank to be like, “Hello, yes, I know I’m 25 and probably should know this already but could you explain to me very slowly how I’m supposed to do this thing?”
It’s like I’m in a play pretending to be an adult. It’s like imposter syndrome but for my entire life.
I can’t believe we’re at FIVE fan songs. the reception has been crazy, I love y’all. Until the next one!
where can i listen to these?
Pretty much everywhere!
Let it Out and The Black Moth are currently only on my Youtube channel. I’ll release those songs to Spotify, Apple Music, etc. when I post Vol. 2.
26 Years and 9 Generations of Pokémon ✧・゚: *
the entire fandom, yelling at the cat to stay quadrupedal
Two bros undercover sneaking around the market, k i s s i n g, stealing each other’s food, getting caught in a summer storm, kissing some more, catching a cold, and so on.
we’re a good team but it’s the future ✨
my favourite princess!
GUYS OMFGGG NEW YOI ART DROPPED LETSSSSSS FUCKINGGGGG GOOOOO!!!
Mizuno feeding us good!!😭😭😩♥️
tiktok sea shanty (cant find it on YouTube but it’s one of my favorite videos it’s a tumblr post)
do you not feel filled with love?
these are some of the videos I found nd loved
hope they make you smile!
I like a good subway singalong…
my contribution to #redrawreigen c:
the cyerce elegans sea slug srsly has no business looking this ethereal
cloud soup
that is the face of a man worried he will be next
Good news, he was not next! In fact, she accepted him as her mate, he learned the crane mating dance and now every year, he artificially inseminates her with crane semen to expand the very endangered crane population. True story.
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man’s boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you’re excited about it.
crane husband…..
this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes.
As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species.
It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did.
Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes.
The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004.
Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris–and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure.
Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance.
Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.)
It worked!
Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility–sometimes the biological dad and his mate–both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad.
However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.)
Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she’s simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and “sitting” on artificial eggs so she thinks he’s performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
“chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES.” (alternately: “chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She’s 36, she’s very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! …Is there a downside? WELL…”)
chris sits any potential human partners down, like “my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already… Attached” (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) “Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding… the relationship is open, but very committed”
just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.
well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.
Not only is he ‘married’ to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
Ladies, if he
Cares about the environment
Has interesting stories to tell
Is a ladies man
That’s not your man, that’s Walnut’s