[appo777yon]

dazzle like me

[godkissedme]

eagle huntress zamonbol / hannah reyes morales

[threedollarsdotcom]

the Los Angeles Ants have signed ants to a 10 year 1000000000 crumb contract

[megapope-deactivated20220531]

you sad little pervert

im happy big & sexually normal

[persianmom-deactivated20260602]

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

[syrren]

A comic adaptation of Zoe Leonard’s “I want a dyke for president” (1992) 

[darkditzy]

happy pride month everybody

[effielovesapples]

[sillysiluriforme]

We’re doing a rewatch of this very mid early 2010s supernatural cop show we liked growing up with my little brother and I think the lead actor’s career never really went anywhere great because he’s a handsome guy who’s meant to play a the last of us zombie. He SUCKS at casual scenes and he’s only ever convincing when he’s meant to be scary. It’s so funny. Put him on the ground and make him spider crawl mr director. Please.

[sillysiluriforme]

They need to put a sack over his head and make him chase college students with a bike chain

[peko-peko-pekun]

nagimitsu !!!

speedpaint under the cut (flashing lights warning)

its a full 4 minutes. you get the whole experience of my fuckass art process

[kedreeva]

Article reads:

Last season, as I approached one of my 70-plus nest boxes in mid-spring, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The standard-style-rectangular box I was checking was one of a number I maintain in the Southwest Michigan Land Conservancy's 3 Chipman Preserve in Eastern Kalamazoo county. This parcel has been undergoing consistent land restoration from a former tree nursery back to the savannah prairie which is the remnant dominate habitat. The female Easter Bluebird that exited the box prior to my arrival went about her calling from a nearby birch tree. There was no sign of the male, as often is the case, since he might be away gathering prey for himself or for offering to his mate sitting in the box. (The female was by that time incubating the eggs, as I shortly ascertained). When I opened the nest box for inspection, all seemed normal as well.It was when I was checking the five new eggs for a temperature that I caught a glimpse of some bright blue in the nest. At first I supposed it was a random feather brought in to feather the nest, as it were. I'm an inquisitive steward, though, so I pulled the whole nest out--to photograph the eggs in the nest--and also to satisfy my curiosity. It was then that I was startled by the truth of the matter. Built into the very weave of the nest was the dried-out body of an adult male Eastern Bluebird. I'd found dead adult birds in the bottom of a box or on the top of some portion of a nest before- most often after a winter of sub-zero temperatures or after observing territorial disputes between House Wrens and Bluebirds, or Tree Swallows. But never had I seen one so plainly, immaculately utilized in the nest construct. I can only speculate upon the scenario behind the demise of the this adult and the order of the nest building. The nest appears half-finished where the body was built into it. As for the reasons it was built into the nest, an assumption or two can be allowed. Perhaps after losing a fight with a House wren, the dead male could not be physically extracted from the almost-completed nest by his mated female, and so she continued her work. She certainly may have been fertilized already and was due to lay, and in addition possible possessed a strong and singular nest-site fidelity to this box. After the loss of a mate, many birds will either find a new mate- or continue on alone in brooding and raising the young. In this particular case, I never saw another male at the box, yet that doesn't preclude that the female hadn't re-mated and that he was then simply out of my sight. In any case, all five of the eggs hatched, and all of the nestlings fledged right on schedule. (c)2009 Michigan Bluebird Society

[oysters-aint-for-me]

[crowwkui]

post canon farcille fits 🌱

[godforsakenpaladinofnigh]

02

My lovely valentine.

Under your skins, bright red shines

Mold to shape, tender and soft

Warmth and nice or it once was

Darling valentine forgive me please

The sharp knife is all I need

A Pang of pain! Blood runs down

From a hand we held for hours.

Beautiful valentine, my love, I promise

You won’t feel a thing when the wound is stitched

Cause’ your blood will rest in my veins

And your warmth will make me whole again.

My last copy of my zine was sold out last weekend. I figured I wanted to share all of the illustrations and poems I made. I hope you’d like them :)

You can search through them through my tag ‘Devourer of my Flesh’.

[ayedah]

💥

[jackofalltradescrafting]

Rosy-faced Lovebirds on a cactus in Paradise Valley, Arizona. 

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