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Jurassic Park except they provide proper enrichment for the animals and they therefor donât feel the need to hunt slow, small humans.
âWe stuffed this pumpkin full of live goats for the T. rex watch him try to get them out with his little fingers.â
âTurns out the raptors are cage breakers, so weâve gotten them a series of door handles to manipulate. Little guys just love it.â
"The Rexes are incredibly affectionate pack animals, so we were careful to breed multiples. Be sure to come during spring time to watch them go broody over anything even vaguely egg-shaped." "We put the Raptors through target training and now if they are bored, hungry, or just want a scratch under the chin they go to spot near the bars and ring a little bell for attention." "Imprinting after hatching was so common that we now have keepers under contract to care for the animals well into adulthood to prevent them from pining." "The Gallimimus turned out to be just giant Canada Geese, and so fear nothing. Their keeper regularly has to stop them from trying to attack fences, guests, feeding buckets, and the now traumatised pack of Ceratosaurs in the next paddock."
"We also fired Dr. Henry Wu."
I have questions for OP either about how big they think a pumpkin is or about how small they think goats are.
In a fictional genetic theme park, we play by Roger Rabbit rules. Theyâre however large they need to be to make my joke work.
I respect that. Question withdrawn.
been a while since tumblr put out a new shitty feature. hate this new notes interface
love to see these before the update is actually deployed to me itâs like in a zombie movie where someone is watching pandemonium somewhere else on tv
Acrylic Earrings
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HOCUS POCUS (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega
You know, Iâve always wanted a child. Now I think Iâll have one⊠on toast!
the purest form of serotonin is when a cat looks at u and u go like âwhat?â and it meows at u
like, that is a very unspecific response I still have no idea what you want but I applaud how adorably you meowed all the same, well done
This post led me to reminisce on the nature of catâs meowing, and I have a funny story
I befriended a feral cat once who had spent her life in the forest without human interaction. I was worried about her because she had a paw damaged from an old injury and was emaciated but obviously nursing kittens that were hidden away somewhere. It took me weeks of putting out food and sitting across the yard every evening for her to trust me even a little and when she decided we were friends and she expected dinner every night she started coming to my door and trying to call for me in the evening, but she didnât meow. Why would she? Cats only meow naturally as kittens when their vocal chords/ears arenât fully developed, adult cats communicate with vocalizations that arenât audible to humans. She probably tried making noises I couldnât hear to call me but ended up sticking to the one I always responded to- a horrible yowling growl that she had made at me when we first encountered each other in the forest. Except once we were friends she would make this noise while purring and rubbing affectionately against a nearby tree or the porch railing (because she didnât want to touch me yet). This understandably freaked my family members out but I was touched that she had taken the time to find a way to basically yell FUCK OFF in an affectionate way.
Fast forward to when she finally trusts me enough to bring her hidden kittens out of the forest to me, long story short I gained their trust and put them in this big pen, that I had previously used to keep chickens in, so theyâd be safe and to keep her from having another litter. Except she was already secretly pregnant again! (Fix your pets, guys, they make SO many babies) and ended up having her new babies in this pen. I kept my distance, sitting on the outside once they were born until she seemed comfortable enough to let me come inside. The kittens were a bit wild, hissing viscously at me as soon as they opened their eyes, but they warmed up to me. There were four of them and soon they all wanted to be the center of attention during the twice daily play sessions. Iâd be playing with one and another would meow insistently behind me and Iâd immediately answer them and give them love, teaching them that humans could be friends that answer their needs- making them adoptable once they were weaned. Mama cat (Artie) would just watch me play with them, and I guess she was doing some thinking because one day when they were about a month old I was playing with them and one meowed behind me. I was confused because I hadnât realized there was a kitten behind me and when I turned, there wasnât. The only cat there was Artie looking at me really intensely. I turned back around to the kittens and I heard the meow again, I turned back to Artie and responded in the way I always did with the kittens âyes baby?â And she meowed again in an exact imitation of her kittens! After that she would.not.shut.up. It was like she had cracked some kind of code, meowing for attention and snacks and just to say hi. Her two older kittens, the ones sheâd had in the forest, had never meowed at me either but started to once they saw how I responded to their mom. and I find it endlessly fascinating because before that it had never occurred to me that cats only meow at humans because they were taught by other cats to keep meowing past kittenhood because thatâs the best way to get a humanâs attention.
Imagine befriending some weird giant with the wrong number of legs that you met in the forest who seems nice enough but doesnât seem to be able to hear you, until your friend explains that all they can understand is fuck off! And Iâm a baby give me love!
When Mr. Oogie Boogie says
There's trouble close at hand
You'd better pay attention now
'Cause I'm the Boogie Cat...đ¶
...And if you aren't shakin'
There's something very wrong
'Cause this may be the last time
You hear the boogie song...đ¶
...Meooow (meow)
Meooow (meow)
MeoooOow (meow)
Iâm the Oogie Boogie Cat! đ¶
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#idk what this means or if i do this but ig i'll just hold my phone with my pinky stuck out from now on??Â
Good question, also no that wonât help.
shitty MS Paint 3 minutes doodle, nto entirely accurate: When you have your pinky hooked on the âbottomâ edge of the phone for the extra security so it doesnât slide out of your hand that easily, youâre wreaking damage on your hand, since the pinky is extremely askew from itâs resting position. You might have noticed that when you hold your phone like that for long time it begins to hurt, like when you are gripping a pen too tightly for example.
Green lines - the fingers are going their natural way. Red line - the pinky is way off, thatâs bad.
Me: Oh, good thing I never-
Me, looking down at hand: By talos this can't be happening
Sometimes I can still hear their voice
Breaking: TikTok is better bc itâs more hostile towards humanity
The lack of video content is what kept us here... I thought we all agree that the best feature of this hellhole was and always will be anonymity.
Tumblr's not asking for my phone number. It's not going through my contacts to try and connect me with my fucking colleagues. I can come here and talk about whatever I want without anyone ever seeing my face or hearing my voice. I don't have to censor myself and hide my interests or enthusiasm out of fear of consequences it might have in my real life.
I think the biggest misunderstanding they have of Tumblr is that they think of it as a social media platform when in actuality it's a blogging platform with social features.
Crocodiles swim way faster than you think.
(Footage taken from Queensland Australia)
Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.
FT my cat. His name is Mischief
Do you support minor self diagnosis?
I started cracking my knuckles in fifth grade. My parents asked me why, and I told them it made the pain go away. My parents told me that I was too young for my joints to hurt, and that I would ruin them if I kept cracking them.
By the time was fourteen or fifteen and entering high school, I hadnât stopped cracking my knuckles. The hurt more, and the relief was more. I was convinced that I had arthritis.
My parents told me that I was too young to have arthritis.
Fast forward thirty seven years when my joints take a dive and I cannot even get out of bed on some days. I take chemo therapy pills twice a week, and I have two injections of chemotherapy ever four months. I have to take two medications every day just to manage the pain the chemotherapy doesnât cover.
This at least allows me to get out of bed and on most days it allows me to go to school. It doesnât make the pain go away, and on bad days I want to cry it gets so bad.
The diagnosis? Early Onset Rheumatoid Arthritis.
It went unchecked for twenty five years, my immune system eating away at my joints like a buffet even though I wanted to go to the doctor from day one.
If I had gone to the doctor and I had been wrong - they found nothing - well, we would have been out a few bucks for the doctorâs visit.If I was right - and I was right - I would have been treated for 20 years.
If I had gone to the doctor on my insistence that I had arthritis at fifteen, I would not be in pain today. This would have been treated twenty years go.
Do I support minor self diagnosis?
Yes. Absolutely.
I would rather a minor self diagnose and be wrong than a minor ignore their body and suffer for 20 years like me. No one is harmed by listening to a minor and taking their concerns seriously. But that minor might be harmed for the rest of their life you ignore them.
My choice is always to listen to the minors about their bodies.
Pain exists because you feel it. A more compassionate world, the kind we have to build, is one that believes you.