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@tinygrneyedshadow
When youâre a kind of birder And crows might take your order, Theyâre unreliable, So are you liable If they attempt a murder?
. . . .could you please make it clear how you attained the crow army? Anyone? I need to know. . . .for science. . . .
Nercali via deviantart
I very much like this astheticc
look, I know itâs ~problematic~ for all kinds of reasons but I do kind of love when thereâs a character with few or no scruples who outsources their moral compass to someone else
itâs sort of the equivalent of when a cat jumps up somewhere they shouldnât be and you just pick them up and move them off it, only with murder or whatever.Â
character a looking at character b like âokay is this a situation where I can do a murderâ and character b like. âno. weâve gone over this.â
I just find it very funny
Iâm just here for all the Amos in the comments.Â
I LOVE HIM!
the red-tailed black cockatoo is a large parrot found in dry areas of australia. with five subspecies that are mainly distinguished by beak size, this cockatoo is mainly known for the bold red bands on the underside of the maleâs tail. they often inhabit eucalyptus forests. while relatively adaptable to captivity as far as members of the cockatoo family go, they are rare as pets outside of australia.
GALAXY PARROT
At Mount fuji
Forget the rest of the fireworks around the world, these are the best. HNY.
The finale HOLY SHIT!!!
This is actually the first time I was impressed by a firework
For anyone interested, the music is by a composer named Thomas Bergersen, and the piece playing is called Homecoming from his Illusions album. I listen to his music whenever I need to be inspired to write.
The uninhibited dopamine of it all
Send Lwyds.
I love a lwyd joke
For the record. I am welsh (at least it's a large portion of my mutt heritage. Grama was solidly Welsh and taught me all kinds of welsh stuff)
You have NO IDEA how hard it is to find a reasonably priced horse skull. . . .like seriously people. This is frustrating.
Canât make words do the thing.
Canât make pictures do the thing.
*slams face into desk*
I have block.Â
writing a cover letter is just like: here is my worksona she has no mental illnesses and hates breaks! i would like to larp her for 40 hours a week with full pay and benefits
Stolen from somebody on Facebook who stole it from somewhere else.Â
No OP listed, but they are appreciated because this is nice to think about.
what a BEAUTIFUL BOY
@skiplo-wave
Sky puppy :D
I LOVE HIM
#this line out of context seems like an excerpt from the kinkiest fic your ever had the privilege of stumbling across #this like IN context also sounds like that #Iâm sorry this is straight up the most sexually complex proposal ever heard in a so-called kids film #IN ANY FILM#i could write essays on the consent dynamics that this implies and the delicious world of possibilities it implies #for a grown up Sarah should she decide to revisit later on her own terms #(which is the only way Jareth would have it any way - hence the emphasis on her needed to choose) #(over and over and over) #left or right up or down stay or go take the crystal forget the baby look what Iâm offering you #but none of it means a thing unless she chooses it #heâll rig the game as far as he dares but when the message comes that the girl is at the gate on her way to get Toby #heâs genuinely scared - call out the guard! take the baby and hide it! - because he knows she is a danger #heâs an all powerful probably immortal wizard and king - but he knows that her choice is the pin that can undo him #KIDS MOVIE(harrietvane)
We the generation who grew up on this movie turned out to be an interesting bunch of people, letâs put it that way.
Yeaaaaahhhhh we are an odd bunch
Hordak Needs a Word with Scorpia
A small bit of Hordak interacting with princesses after the fall of Prime.
Should start adding that I donât own any of these characters? Itâs just my deluded fantasies about how things happen after the end of the show.
Hordak felt old.
He wasnât, not really, not for his kind. Now that he had reconnected with the greater universe and had access to a real calendar, he discovered he had actually spent roughly thirty-five galactic cycles on this backwater planet. Thirty-five years was nothing.
Yet he looked around and there were children everywhere. Children he had a hand in raising. Adora running and laughing with Catra across the garden below the balcony he stood on. She was all grown now. Catra, always such an angry child, had found some measure of peace. One of his brothers sat next to a fountain with the young ice princess while the net one and her tornado partner told some dramatic story. Scorpia sat in the middle of an apparent explosion of wildflowers talking to the blonde peace-monger.
He really ought to learn their names.
Entrapta had taken the young archer to work on some sort of communications array from a salvaged ship. He had wanted to go with her but, some part of him didnât want to step foot on one of Primeâs shipâs again. He just couldnât. She hadnât questioned it, she just, accepted. Then she left him here, surrounded by children.
His gaze came back to Scorpia. There were some things he needed to do anyway. âForce Captain Scorpia, could I have a word?âÂ
That is a Majestical BeastÂ
(Source)
Omg. . . .he so big!
Answers
This is Entrapta X Hordak fanfic and itâs wholesome
A continuation of âQuestionsâ
 Adora wasnât snooping, honestly, she wasnât! She had wanted to check on Entrapta, that was absolutely all it was, not snooping.
 It wasnât hard to find Entrapta. Emily was pacing back and forth outside the door to the room theyâd given to Hordak. She stood there thinking about it for long enough to draw confused looks from a passing patrol guard, on their second pass.
Hordak was, well Hordak. Ruler of the Etherian Horde. He had been her superior, her commander for her entire childhood. But She-Ra had been in his head, She-Ra had reached in and pulled out the infectious monster that was Horde Prime and while she was in there sheâd seen so much more.
He had been a confused, scared, lonely creature, separated from everything he knew. Just like she was when he found her. They were both helpless children. They were the same. Two lost souls, alone in a world that wasnât theirs.
He had just wanted to feel safe again. He had been trying for so long to be someone Prime would be proud of, so he could feel safe. Itâs what he had tried to give all of his soldiers. A home where they were accepted through regiment and order and rules.
But in his Horde he had never rejected the broken ones.
He had still been a bad guy, because Horde Prime was a bad guy and he was trying so hard to be just like Prime.
But for a bad guy he hadnât been truly terrible, to his side anyway.
The Fright Zone wasnât all bad. She had played. She had friends. She had, a mother, sort of. Hordak had made a place were all the broken imperfect creatures had felt at safe, so long as they followed the rules. From his perspective even the ration bars were a big step up from clone nutrient fluid. rations came in 2 flavors.Â
He was still a bad guy, still killing the planet, people still died fighting in the battels for all those years.
But he had suffered too. She knew he had suffered. She had seen the things they did to recondition him when she was in his head. No one deserved that.
Maybe call it time served? He could do something else. Community service to fix his wrongs, maybe?
It didnât matter, she was here to check on Entrapta, just Entrapta, right?
She pushed the door open quietly and stepped in.
Emily pushed past her once the door was opened and clinked her way over to the edge of the bed in a huff, plopping down loudly.
Entrapta was curled into a little ball laying on Hordakâs chest. It looked like they were sleeping. He wasnât even fully on the bed, his feet were hanging off the end, still in boots. She was pretty sure he couldnât have gotten up if he wanted to, Entraptaâs hair had him half cocooned.
Adora bit her lip. If only Bow could see this!
âWas there something you needed, Adora?â His voice was still smooth and dignified and she almost instinctually stood at attention when he spoke. His eyes had opened to a narrow slit of green.
âI uh, was just, uh, I was coming to check on Entrapta.â Adora said awkwardly.
He blinked and seemed to consider her words. âShe fell asleep, again.â His brow furrowed and his gaze shifted down. âI canât remember if it is normal for humans to need this much sleep.â
Adora could barely breath. He looked so worried. It was so cute. âAfter a hard day, yeah, itâs totally normal.â
He nodded and the lines on his forehead smoothed away. âAh, then she is otherwise in acceptable health.â
Adora stared at him for a moment longer than was polite, but like, when would she ever get the chance again. âDo, do you need anything Hordak?â
His face was impassive.
âI mean, you had a hard day too. Are you okay?â Adora pressed nervously. She had only come to check on Entrapta.
His gaze flickered down to Entrapta again. âWhen the time comes, take her to the remains of one of the ships, or to some other piece of tech. Something she will find interesting. She will need a distraction.â
Adora had no idea what he was talking about. âWhat?â
âI do not have all my memories back, but they are returning, enough to know that will likely be disposed of.â He frowned. âDo not leave her alone. She will need someone to listen to her. Donât let her hide away with her creations.â He looked so sad about it. He was talking about getting executed and he was more worried about Entrapta.
âHordak, thatâs not going to happen.â Adora said a little too loud. âYeah, you have some things to make up for, but we arenât going to kill you.â
He blinked at her, not comprehending.
âYouâre going to live and your going to fix things. Entrapta, doesnât need somebody, she needs you. I was in your head Hordak, I saw all of it, I know what she means to you.â Adora needed to lower her voice before she woke Entrapta.
âWhat is it called?â He said quietly, but urgently.
âWhat?â She was lost again.
He looked away. âWhat does she mean to me, Adora?
âOh!â She almost laughed but the look on his face stopped her. âYou really donât know.â
He sighed. âI am unfamiliar with this, sensation. I have never felt this before, before her. It broke through Primeâs conditioning. It made me lie to Horde Prime. I tried to kill him, for her.â
She nodded smiling softly. âYeah, love is like that.â
âOh.â He stared at her, his ears dipped and his cheeks turned a little bit pink. Then his gaze shifted down to the still sleeping Entrapta and he stared at her with absolute wonder.
Adora quietly stepped out of the room with one last glance at Hordakâs bewilderment, cause really, it was probably the only time sheâd ever see it. She had checked on Entrapta.
Entrapta was in good hands.
Hordak! I love his stupid brainwashed face!
Questions
This is Entrapa X Hordak and itâs wholesome
       It felt strange. His prison was a room, a rather nice room with many cushions and crystals. Why did it have a waterfall? The bed was massive and covered in more blankets than he could possibly need in the overly warm palace. He was the villain. He had done so much in the name of restoring himself to Horde Primeâs grace. So much that was meaningless now, but had cause so much pain to the people of Etheria. What would they do to him now? What would they do to his brothers?
More importantly, why was Entrapta sleeping on his bed? Was she a prisoner too?
Her hair was sprawled over the entirety of the bed in random coils, the ends twitched slightly as she slept. The odd strand crawling about, searching.
His hand itched to touch it. Vaguely he remembered when Prime had grabbed a fistful of her hair. It was his own hand that had cause her pain, though it was Primeâs will. He pulled his hand behind him and moved to stand by the window, to look out upon the shining world She-Ra had restored.
How had thoughts of her pervaded his senses so completely that even Horde Prime could not erase her. He could not remember everything. There were pieces of his past missing. She-ra was a vague memory, a child he hadnât left to die a long time ago. He had built an empire, but he couldnât remember how long it had taken. A shadow had served him, for a very long time. He had been building something for Prime. So many of those memories felt like a dream. Yet every memory of Entrapta was vivid. She was the only thing that felt real to him.
His gaze was drawn back to her sleeping in a messy sprawl across the bed. She snored, just a little bit, a tiny sound like the rest of her. Everything about her was tiny, but for her mind and her hair.
He wanted, something. His hand itched again and there was an ache in his chest. He lacked a name for it, this longing that drew him towards her. He was standing beside the bed before heâd realized he moved.
Her hair had expanded, creeping about the floor like a rapidly growing vine, tapping around, seeking something. A tendril tapped his boot. It inched its way up his ankle then pulled itself around, looping over his calf as he watched in fascination.
The rest of her hair seemed to realize that this strand had found something and those creeping tendrils converged on him. He watched as slowly he was captured, from floor to knee by wrapping purple vines of hair.
As a tendril began to inch up his thigh, he began to feel anxious. It was halfway up his thigh and he felt compelled to intervene. He reached out and moved the strand away only to find the tendril wrapping itself around his hand and lower arm. He tried to use his other hand to free the first and ended up with both hands trapped.
His struggled to pull his hands free resulted in him loosing his balance and he was unable to catch himself as his hands and feet were entangled. He tumbled forward and landed on the foot of the bed.
Entrapta made a sound.
Hordak went still, not wanting to wake her. He found himself increasingly entangled as every strand of hair he came close to wrapped itself around him. As a strand coiled around his neck and part of his face he sighed. This was not going well.
âHordak?â Entrapta murmured blinking at him sleepily.
He blinked back as a stray tendril crawled up his face.
âOh! Hordak, Iâm sorry!â Abruptly her hair retreated from his person and he found himself collapsed on the bed at her feet. âSometimes my hair sort of, does what it wants when Iâm sleeping. Itâs usually not a problem.â She her cheeks had turned red and she was looking away. She was embarrassed?
âYour hair wishes to kill me?â He said quietly. That made sense. He had hurt her.
She blinked at him in surprise. âKill you? No! I, it likes you.â She hesitated and looked lost for a moment, fingers gripping her own hair too tight.
âSomething is wrong.â He said, eyes reading her frown and the timid way she seemed to curl into herself.â
âNo, yes, not exactly.â She shook her head, pulling tighter on her hair. âIâm not good at this. Iâm not good at people.â
He watched her pulling at her own hair. She shouldnât be doing that. She was going to hurt herself. He reached out and stilled her fingers, untangling them from her hair which twitched and twirled once freed.
Her fingers clung to his, holding him there and then her eyes got very wide and she stared at their hands.
He blinked at their hands. He fingers so small and soft and fragile. She wasnât wearing her gloves. Heâd never touched her actual hand before. He tried to gently pull his hand away but her fingers held firm.
âPeople are hard for me to relate to, but you understand me. You listen to me.â She tightened her fingers. âIâm afraid we will end up apart again, Iâm afraid to let go.â She frowned. âThatâs silly though. I mean I canât possibly just hold on to you forever.â
He let his fingers close over hers. âI do not wish to leave.â
âThatâs good. I think Iâd like to just hold onto you, to be sure,â She said quietly, but her hair was crawling towards him again. âIf thatâs okay. What do you want?â
Hordak watched her face. âI have no words for what it is I want, but if you wish to hold onto me, I find that permissible.â
Entrapta tilted her head, looking up at him with a nervous smile and endless hope. âIt is?â That look, her eyes looking at him with hope and that same want he had.
He nodded. No sooner he had lowered his chin in affirmation then he found her pressed to his chest. Her arms wrapped around him, her hair tangling its way around any stray bit of him it could find. He blinked in wonder at this sensation. He had no name for it, but he had only ever come close in her presence. His own arms came up and he wrapped them around her, settling his face against the top of her hair. âWhat is this?â
âItâs a hug, Hordak.â She said sounding suddenly cheerful, her sadness washed away.
âI am aware of what a hug is.â He said quietly. âWhat is this feeling I have for you?â
She hugged him tighter. âOh, Iâm not so good at those. Is it a good one?â
He breathed in the smell of her hair and soaked in the warmth of her and felt that nameless emotion enveloping him as completely as her hair. âYes.â
What does it take to teach a bee to use tools? A little time, a good teacher and an enticing incentive. Read more here: http://to.pbs.org/2mpRUAz
Credit: O.J. Loukola et al., Science (2017)
@clockworkrobotic
âFriend? Friend push ball? I push ball. I do good.â
Bees. Â Smart enough to push a ball, not smart enough to not be fooled by a stick masquerading as a bee.Â
maybe they know and theyâre just being polite
Other dimensional beings are undoubtedly amazed at what human beings will accept as human beings too. âBut itâs just a stick with a person on it.â
#excuse me neil but what the FUCK was that #thanks for that terrifying thought (nooby-banana)
NEIL WHY. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT.
This turns up on my dashboard. And I read it and am impressed that someone writes exactly the post that Iâd write, without actually reading the name of the person who posted it.
And then Iâm puzzled at all the Neil Whyâs, and realise that this was me in the Wayback Long-ago.
At least Iâm consistent.
And, I should point out, we are no closer to being able to spot the extra-dimensional stick âpeopleâ who move unobserved among us.
