Secret modern day radiostatic my beloved
macklin celebrini has autism
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Color Me Curious
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
YOU ARE THE REASON
art blog(derogatory)
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Show & Tell
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Love Begins

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Secret modern day radiostatic my beloved
“Life after menopause is exceptionally rare in animals. It can evolve only in creatures where grannies help younger family members survive. Only human, killer whale, and short-finned pilot whale females routinely live for substantial periods after they stop breeding. Like humans, killer and pilot whales have roughly twenty-five to thirty childbearing years, then can live another thirty or so. And as Ken’s just explained, some live a lot longer. Up to a quarter of the females in a group are postreproductive. These whales are not waiting to die; they are helping their children survive. As human children often benefit from their grandmothers’ attention, killer whale grandmothers boost their grandkids’ survival. A rather bizarre twist of killer whale society is that killer whale mothers remain crucial to the survival of their adult children. When older killer whale females die, their adult children start dying at high rates, especially males. Male killer whales who are under thirty years old when their mothers die suffer a tripling of the annual mortality rate compared to males in their age group whose mothers are still alive. Male killer whales who are more than thirty years old when their mothers die face death rates more than eight times as high as males in their age group whose mothers are still living. Daughters under thirty show no mortality increase after their mothers’ death. But daughters older than thirty when their mothers die have more than two and a half times the death rate of same-age females whose mothers are alive. Males’ handicaps of the extra drag of their huge dorsal and pectoral fins and the extra food required for their immense size (at around 20,000 pounds, males can be one-third more massive than females) seem to make them reliant on their working mothers for food. Females don’t have the males’ impediments, but while raising young, females may rely on food shared by their no-longer-breeding mothers. Adult females share essentially all the fish they catch, and more than half goes to their children. Adult males share their catch only about 15 percent of the time—usually with their mothers. While no one fully understands their strange death pattern following the loss of a mother, extreme parental care is likely at the root. Toothed whales are the world’s champion nursers. Short-finned pilot whales continue to produce milk for up to fifteen years after the birth of their last calf, likely nursing other females’ young. In bottlenose and Atlantic spotted dolphins (further study might reveal others), some females never give birth. Denise Herzing dubbed them “career females,” because their role in society does not include motherhood. They might be infertile. They might be gay. But their contribution is crucial: they do a lot of babysitting. When Herzing entered the ocean with a visiting nine-year-old girl, “White Patches, the eternal babysitter herself, had never seen me babysitting a young human before. Her excitement vocalizations were audible and electric and she continued to swim around us, eyeing the human youngster attached to me.” (Researchers sometimes call babysitters “aunts.” That’s precisely who they often are.)”
— Beyond Words, by Carl Safina
thinking about vox's murder-your-competition-for-power to having a crush pipeline
while obviously he was genuine in the flashback we saw, I wonder if vox HAD different intentions at first and they just changed as he started to legitimately like alastor LMAO
More of them flirting while covered in blood, thank you very much
My collaboration to The Vees Behind The Scenes Zine @veeszine
It is titled All-nighter. I imagine our favorite villains do have to go through some work-related all-nighters here and there to resolve company stuff.
I headcanon they always meet at Val’s part of the penthouse (cuz it is the comfiest) and they always order take out. Falling asleep on Val is a common occurrence too.
It was an honor to participate in this Zine working alongside so many talented artists who truly love this villainous trio 📱📺🦋
Thank you so much! 🫶🏼💞
Been grieving my whole life
VOX DEI — THE MOTHERFUCKING KING OF HELL
Hopefully I'll finish it someday
How dare they hurt MY BABY!!??
The baby in question:
Bloody "accident"
Vox thought he was in for a good time, but little did get know about Alastor's cannibalistic urges,,,
It's not easy dating a cannibal with no relationship experience,,, Vox doesn't mind though, because he's a huge damn simp lmao
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Subí el primer capítulo de una nueva historia radiostactic a AO3 <3
"Los vítores comenzaron primero sesgados, inseguros sobre la realidad que estaban viendo. Fueron cobrando fuerza, con cada vez más pecadores uniéndose desinhibidos a la celebración. Y Vox se alzó entre ellos en gloria y poder, el heraldo del nuevo mundo que les había sido prometido. Y fue así."
Final Alternativo de la S2. El trato de Alastor con Vox no se rompe, y este último se convierte en el nuevo Dios del Cielo y el Infierno. Lo que viene después es algo que reescribirá la historia. Una crónica sobre el paso del tiempo, sobre lo que cambia y lo que permanece, sobre la vanidad de los dioses y la prevalencia de los osados.
Actualizaciones semanales.
Become God or whatever
It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider
Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal
I hate it too tbh
It’s not ‘I love you’ but it’s close enough
(left to right)
Gap moe the comic