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shark vs the universe
One Nice Bug Per Day
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Jules of Nature
occasionally subtle

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@potterheadstella
There is categorically no trend on Twitter that will ever ever ever beat this ‘girls do it better’ thing we’ve got going because honestly it’s just meaning we’re getting photos of beautiful girls recreating this look and my lesbian ass is living for it
Seeing as you guys are loving this as much as I am, let me bless your eyes with some more beautiful girls creating this iconic look. Creds of course to all of these wonderful ladies
im fucKIN
But seriously, when we got our property, it was all just…grass. A sterile grass moonscape, like a billion other yards. With two big old maple trees. Just grass and maples, that was it.
But then I got my grubby little paws on it, and I immediately stopped fertilizing, spraying, and bagging up grass clippings and leaves. I ripped up sod and put in flowers and vegetables. I put down nice thick blankets of mulch around the flowers and vegetables.
When I first was sweating my way through stripping sod, I saw a grand total of 1 worm and 0 ladybugs. The ground was compacted into something that would bend shovel blades.
Now, six years later, I can’t dig a planting hole without turning up fourteen earthworms, and there are so many ladybugs here. Not the invasive asian lady beetles; native ladybugs. They winter over in the mulch and in the brush pile. I see thousands of them.
The soil is soft and rich. There are birds that come to eat, and bees of many sorts.
Like this is something that you, yourself, can absolutely change. This is something that you, personally, can make a difference in.
Like, last year I watched no fewer than twenty-nine monarch caterpillars grow up on my milkweed and fly away as butterflies. I watched swallowtails and moths grow. There are hummingbirds fighting over flowers now.
I did that. Me. You can do the same.
Come here
No, you come here
Magnus: “May I ask what the occasion is?”
Alec:
not to be controversial but respect trans women or die by my sword
and my bow
And my axe
That’s a very cheap therapist,
may seem a bit sketchy.
But i trust her.
can’t wait for the final boss battle of duolingo when you fight the 50 foot owl armed with nothing but your wits, a sword, and your shaky grasp of verb conjugations
oh my god… duel lingo
Die Eule habe hat Hunger
True to form, I actually messed up the verb conjugation when I first put the words on this. XD
holy crap
i have exposed the truth
butch women? did anyone tell you that you’re loved today? i love and appreciate you. thank you for existing ♡
countries where prostitution is legal have higher rates of human trafficking. that’s like an actual fact. not an opinion or anything. so tbh it seems a bit ‘swerfy’ to completely ignore that
speaking, uh, as a formerly-trafficked sex worker, it’s extremely difficult to come forward as a trafficking victim in countries where sex work is criminalized; you just… get criminalized under those same anti-prostitution laws. of course reported trafficking would increase when the sole fact of coming forward as a sex worker at all no longer endangers you.
This line of argument is the same one that you see with conservatives who point to the increase in divorce rates as proof that making divorce safer is endangering marriage, while ignoring the massive drops in domestic abuse, murder, and suicide.
It’s a shot argument with them, and it’s a shot argument here.
In WWI, when they introduced helmets, they saw a sudden spike in head injuries.
What the casual observer may miss was that they were seeing the increase because of a dramatic decrease in deaths from head wounds.
Say it with me now:
CORRELATION, NOT CAUSATION
I have a headcanon that Hermione insists her children attend some primary muggle schooling before Hogwarts, just as she had done. Now, imagine Arthur Weasley attending his grandchild’s science fair, being the ultra proud grandfather….and yet also completely geeking out over absolutely EVERYTHING.
Canon
“That is a volcano, that is a VERY SMALL VOLCANO, how - young lady, how did you make this? Baking soda and food coloring? MARVELOUS!”
the kids would love him.
Never have I ever loved anything more than I love this
All the muggle teachers would think he was being so adorable, “pretending” not to know how potato batteries and mini-volcanoes work, fawning over the hard work the kids did on even the simplest the projects. And he comes every year, because after the kids have aged out (”gone on to some boarding school in Scotland,” the teachers say over bad coffee in the break room, “they didn’t seem the type”), he gets an honorary invitation to the fair every year, because he never stops making the kids feel smart and good.
“And this airy-o-plane, it flies by means of a… rubber band? Did I hear that correctly? No magic at all? Doesn’t flap its wings like a bird? MARVELOUS! What an ingenious method of flight!” *looks around* “You, sir! With the ribbons! This child deserves one of those prizes!”
@deadcatwithaflamethrower
This is so wholesome.
Arthur Weasley, as the Science Fair attendee we all deserve.
After a couple years Arthur Weasley brings his own ribbons. They shimmer in a way that makes everyone wonder what kind of ink he uses—“secrets!” he tells anyone who asks—but they’re beautiful. They’re coveted even more than the official ribbons, because they remind you that while he was heaping praise on you, you felt magical.
This is one of the best HP headcanons I’ve ever read.
This cured my depression, cleared my acne and healed my soul.
OMG,
HEADCANON ACCEPTED.
YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS
when a customer service person asks you to fill out one of the hell surveys and of course you’re gonna give her 10/10 on all the ratings so help her out but it’s asking things like “do you feel [giant faceless company] cares about you as a person” and you’re whiteknuckling through like. do it for Jennifer
fyi, all those customer service surveys are 100% about the person. you thought jennifer was an angel and deserves better than hell-mart-r-us? grit your teeth and lie. yes, you would recommend hell-mart-r-us to your friends because if you say no, jennifer gets negatively impacted, not hell-mart-r-us.
yeah that’s what the post is about
my absolute favourite poem
Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932
this is the poem that got me into poetry