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MAJOR NEWS EVERYONE
SOME BATS CAN PURR
In addition to the ultrasonic sounds used in echolocation, bats also emit other sounds possibly to communicate or to indicate emotion. Purrs, clicks, and buzzing often precede mating of some species; some of these sounds may be ultrasonic. It has been observed that certain North American insectivorous bats vibrate when at rest and content. This vibration does not occur when they are asleep.
AND VAMPIRE BATS ARE AMONG THE PURRING SPECIES
DO WITH THIS INFORMATION AS YOU WILL
i know we all love that post about âworld famous detectiveâ not being a real type of celebrity but lets be real if benoit blanc was real and sluttily fagging it up everywhere constantly in the news n making fools out of the cops n shit weâd all eat that up crazy style. itâd be like the chocolate guy but for exposing rich people for being assholes
Merry Christmas @itsladykit
Thank you, Deck! I love him!!
get out. And take your sad weird bisexual man with you
sounds like mermista and sea hawk set another boat on fire
Merry Xmas (again) @itsladykit
Aw, Deck!!! I love it!!!
Does chopping onions irritate your eyes/make your eyes tear up?
Yes, a lot
Yes, a little
No
I don't know because I've never chopped onions
This poll is brought to you by my recent discovery that chopping onions makes people's eyes water in real life. The onion reaction gene must have skipped my family.
Alright, I'm going to try to save people some pain.
Those stupid onion goggles? They work. Swim goggles would also work, but the make onion goggles that aren't really "goggles" so they're more comfortable to wear.
My friends, I had eye surgery last year. (Not lasik, but similar idea.) Before, I used to wear contacts, which offer some protection from the onion fumes.
After? Not only did I not have contacts, it seemed EXTREMELY clear my eyes were more sensitive than they had been before. I had to leave the room to wash my face multiple times just to get through one onion.
Out of desperation, I tried the onion goggles. And? They work.
I may look silly, but I'd rather look silly than be in pain. Also, anyone I invite into my home to see me looking silly should respect me enough to understand.
my brothers share special interests and my favorite thing to do is walk in a room and be like "hey guys can you tell me about the mariana trench" and then sit there for an hour while they both infodump to me about the ocean it's extremely entertaining
and my parents are always like "oh my god why would you do that" bitch. I want to learn about the ocean and these two thirteen year old boys r my most trusted source
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I mean, I could google questions I have about medieval weaponry and horsemanship, but on the other hand I could message my sister the simple statement âhave question about historical saddlesâ and get both a phone call and a comprehensive 3 page google document within an hour
Seriously, if you know someone who has a special interest youâd like info about, go ask them! It costs zero money, you make them happy, and you learn way more than a basic google search would tell you.
Asking is a love language
Asking is a love language
i like herrrrr :3
*sits down to write a smut fic* The plot of this smut fic is that Character A believes himself abandoned by God.
Quick update--
A fic I started in 2017 is now only short an epilogue before I can call it done. It was at Chapter 16 when I started Intimacy Log in 2020. It's now at Ch. 45, and is 179,700 words long.
I don't abandon my fics. I might take forever, but I don't abandon them.
However, I can't control the brainworms.
Intimacy Log will be updated when they let me return to it.
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Snowball Fight
Summary: Imp's first winter.
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Through eavesdropping on conversations Imp had learned the weather getting colder was called âwinterâ and the white stuff that fell from the sky and coated the ground was called âsnowâ. It had all been complaints; it was cold and crops couldnât grow. The snow was deep enough that it had to be trudged through in some places and in heavily trafficked areas it was reduced to a dirty gross slush. Ice was slippery, dangerous and a nuisance to get rid of. Seemingly there were no redeeming qualities to this change in the weather.
Despite that, the group of children had begged to be allowed to go out in it and had eagerly rushed to do so once given permission. It was not Impâs job to spy much on the children, even the ones in the care of the Horde soldiers, but it was odd behavior and investigating such was his job. So he followed them out.
It was bright and white outside. There was nowhere to hide other than in the snow itself which would make it hard to see anything in addition to being cold and wet. Which would make the bite of the cold air even harsher and it already had him feeling like heâd rather go back inside. Too wrapped up in whatever they were excited about though, no one seemed to notice him climbing up the exterior wall so he stayed to watch for now.
The group quickly split into two. One gathered up snow into small balls to throw at each other. The other started rolling up a big ball of it. If either had a purpose, Imp couldnât discern it. The children tended to behave odd in general but this was a whole new thing that made even less sense than normal because everyone else hated the snow.
Imp stayed and watched for a while. Eventually the group rolling the big snow ball started rolling another which upon finishing the stacked atop the first for some reason before starting a third. Odd behavior with seemingly no reason for it. He could stay for longer and try to figure it out but it didnât seem likely to make any sense any time soon.
So he scuttled back down the face of the building. He gathered up some snow and bunched it into as big a ball as he could comfortably carry in one hand. It was so cold it hurt his bare hands as he pressed it together but it was pretty - if it werenât doomed to melt heâd have stolen it to hide in his nest with his other shiny things â so he could see the draw of making it but why throw it?
Once it was done, he took it back inside. It was warmer in here so it would melt much faster so wasting no time, he climbed up to the vents and started for Hordakâs sanctuary. Hopefully he was in and alone. Hordak didnât like it when Imp asked questions when others were around.
Luckily he was in and indeed alone. He was at his workbench working on something, his stance stiff and intent. Imp had express permission to interrupt with important stuff. This wasnât important but the snowball was quickly melting and wouldnât last until a more convenient time.
Unnoticed, Imp made his way around around the wall to behind Hordak. He then threw the snowball, purposefully not hitting him but going past his shoulder to splatter on an empty part of the table.
Hordak jerked around with a growl. âHow dareâŚâ he stopped as his gaze found Imp. He let out a sigh as he brushed himself off, much of the tension leaving his body. âWhy would you throw that at me?â
âSnowball fight!â Imp played back at him because thatâs what one of the kids had shouted before throwing the first snowball. It hadnât been a fight though, no one was dying or even bleeding, none of their shouts had been of pain. And there was seemingly nothing to fight over. No disagreement, petty or otherwise, or territory either side wanted.
âI donât have time to play games with you and you have better ways to spend your time. So unless you have something important to tell me, get back to work.â With a huff, Hordak back around to clean up what was left of the quickly melting snow ball.
Imp headed down the wall and climbed up to sit on the table as he did so. âWhy would you throw that at me?â he repeated before Hordak could repeat his order to get back to work.
Hordak stared at him in silence for a few seconds before replying. âYouâre asking why they were throwing snowballs at each other?â
Imp nodded. It didnât make sense. What could it possibly accomplish?
âI presume because they find it to be fun. Which is a concept I have little familiarity with, making me not a good person to ask.â He was the only person Imp could ask though, they both knew that. âPersonally I find it a waste of time but forbidding such behavior accomplishes nothing as far as I can determine and thus I havenât. So I suppose if you wish, you are free to play in the snow too as long as you donât let it get in the way of your main duties. Understood?â
âUnderstood.â Seems this was going to be another one of those things Imp was just not meant to understand. But having been given permission to play in the snow maybe he would. Not a lot of course but perhaps stacking some snowballs on top of each other might make it make more sense. It was certainly worth a try, right?
Deck, this is so good! I really enjoy seeing pieces of Hordak and Imp's life pre-Entrapta, and I love that headcanon that Imp collects shiny things for his nest. Delightfully inhuman.
Fantastic work!
I feel personally wronged by the fact my body language is so limited. No pointy ears to flatten. No tail to wag. No hackles to raise. No sharp teeth to bare.
@cruelfeline Is this you?
I feel like I should pop in every once in a while to let you all know I'm not dead. And Intimacy Log is still not abandoned.
I'm currently trying to finish a fic I started in 2017. And another I started in 2018.
So the lesson is, it might take 6 years but I finish my fics.
âŚ.. back on fandom bullshit XD
And a bonus image
Itâs also a staple gun
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I am losing my mind
[ Transcription:
Please check your ventilation for Entrapta ⢠likes tiny food + will dismantle any available machinery ⢠terrible cook
If found please please return to Hordak ]
Ah, a beloved blast from the past!