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scystuff

tuesday morning

radiojamming

PARENT BUS PARENT BUS

WHERE ARE THEY GOOOOOING

ON A FAMILY VACATIOOOOON

radiojamming

The last picture is, in fact, a duckling! The parents lost their baby and adopted an orphaned duckling and raised it.

FAMILY VACATION

musingmollusk

Okay so like, I can’t get over this adopted baby duckling. In relation to loons, ducklings are an r-selected species. Like, there’s the understanding that some baby ducklings get eaten by turtles and so they lay big batches of eggs to make up for it.

But loons are k-selected and invest a ton of time into their babies. They only have one or two babies, both parents take care of them, and they ride around on their parents so they don’t become turtle food.

This is like, the best taken care of duckling in the world. They are gonna be such good parents, even though their kid is a weird vegan who can’t swim underwater.

aardvaark

woke up in the middle of the night, wrote down this "great post" in my drafts, and went straight back to sleep:

extremely important. thank you for your input, half-asleep me.

andisupreme

At the company retreat, one extremely drunk girl asked what my pronouns were. (Eventually, it took her a while to word the question.) After the whole conversation was done, she goes- "YEAHHH GURL, Get on with--with THY bad self! See what I did?? They/them/thy."

I was almost holding back tears from trying not to laugh as I told her yes that's great you nailed it honey. Thank you very much I am feeling the love.

Anyway I've been assigned Thee/Thine at Supportive Drunk Girl

luxwing

Video game: (has main character that travels the world alone)

My fuck brain five minutes in: but what if they had a friend

luxwing

teaboot

Currently fixated on the concept of Urban Fantasy Clickbait

"With The Cost Of Groceries Skyrocketing, Many Young Adults Turn To Vampirism To Manage Household Expenses"

"An Answer Today's Housing Crisis? This Single Parent's UnusualDeal With The Fair Folk"

"A Hairy Situation! Down On Her Luck, This Druid Turns To Scavenging In Beast Form- Terrifying Suburban Homeowners"

"Buried In Debt? Local Leprechaun May Have Hacked The System"

"Boggart Or Poltergeist? Top Ten Warning Signs You Need To Know!"

"Elementary Student Raises 15k For Revenant Research After Grandfather Is Raised From The Dead"

"Heartwarming! After 20 Years In The Wild, This Lost Familiar Is Reunited With Their Witch"

"You Could Be Making This Mistake! Experts Warn Against Using These Common Sigils In Your Wards"

"An Incredible Victory! This Seelie Fae Wins Custody Battle For Two-Year-Old Boy"

bloedgetuige

having a cat is great. there's a small little animal wandering around. effervescent

bloedgetuige

EATING MY CHARGER

wizardarchetypes

do you know how many cookies she’s gotten in the last 24 hours???

It’s a completely superficial injury. Some scrapes. And she walks up to everyone on the farm and looks at them like this and literally shows them her paw and they give her everything. they hand it over.

wizardarchetypes

the miniature pony that she is expressively forbidden from bothering stepped on her paw for the record. because she was bothering her.

barghest-land

i always forget to post my sketches from paleostreams, time to post lots of creatures!! some drawings are new, some old :)

euxiom

@phthalology @endivinity

softest-punk

At the start of one of my many attempts at uni (we're no joke on number seven) I took an anthropology class because it seemed cool. This was at the absolute height of the popularity of Bones so the first lecture was literally standing room only, fire hazard levels of packed.

So the professor comes in and I cannot express enough how much this man was actually round, not tall, greying, balding, and literally wearing a three-piece tweed suit with a little red bow tie. He was the most perfect human being I've ever met.

Anyway the look on his face when he saw an actually packed lecture theatre was one of sheer unbridled glee. Natural, right? His dinky little subject is suddenly unbelievably popular.

Which gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about pissing for a solid hour. Because that was his specialist subject. Comparative urination etiquette.

This man who was the Platonic ideal of a humanities professor stood there and talked enthusiastically about piss to a packed to the rafters lecture theatre full of bright-eyed first years, and as this was a Monday morning it was almost certainly many people's first ever university lecture of their whole life. His eyes were glittering with joy the whole hour. He was having the time of his life.

There were absolutely no questions at the end of the lecture. He, apparently having fully understood what he was doing, clearly expected this and instructed us to have a lovely day and wished us good luck on our higher education journey.

You could sit anywhere you wanted in the lecture theatre the next week and the lecture was intro to methods in anthropology.

I don't think I could ever love a man more than I still love him.