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jillianleedy

geekgirlintraining

This is an important message.

kittensjonsa

One of those mandatory reblog. Because, Leslie Jones. Enuf said

alexis-royce

I love this and think about it a lot.

wizardjpeg

horses keep getting into the tower basement and eating all of the meat reserves. i think they may be living in the walls

wizardjpeg

it’s so frutstrating to have to clean up their shells off the basement floor after they’ve molted

aselleus

sounds like you could have an infestation on your hands.

wizardjpeg

theres nothing wrong with my hands

uuhhhhhh guys bards can learn power word kill

#dnd #bards #aaaa a aa #who gave bards access to ninth level spells

Hey everyone

I’m thinking about quitting tumblr. Not because I’ve had any bad experiences here, but it just takes up too much of my time, you know? Just a heads up to whoever’s following me. I wish you all the best! <3

#I waste too much time on this site #It's been fun #but I think it's about time I did something else #Have fun everyone <3

yourplayersaidwhat

Listen, I can improve my character’s charisma but I can’t improve my own, okay?

Our bard, OOC, on struggling with improv (via yourplayersaidwhat)

#HEY IT'S ME #WOW

weloveshortvideos

#OH MY GOD #THIS IS #SO CUTE #I CANT #IHUGRFJKDSNGD'HJF

lioness--hart

Google is the latest tech company to drop the longstanding wall between anonymous online ad tracking and user’s names.

Guys, this is really important. Until now, Google collected your data, but did not attach your name to it. Now, they can, and will. This new thing they’re doing will allow them to collect your data across searches, your email, Youtube, Maps, Google+, and all their affiliates, and build a complete profile of YOU.

If that doesn’t bother you, maybe this will: they own and can sell all that data, including anything you create and send (artists and writers, take note).

There is a way you can opt out of this ridiculousness. It’s described in the link, but if you’re still not sure about it, please ask me and I’ll guide you through how to turn all this off.

This is my wake-up call. I’ll be locking down my devices and scaling back what I put through the big Google machine, which means you may see less of me across social media. I’m going to keep researching this, but it may mean in order to keep the rights to my creative work, I’ll have to keep it out of Google’s hands. And that may take some doing.

thebyrchentwigges

Duckduckgo is a nontracking search engine….may be worth a try.

tygermama

So according to the article there is an opt out for this. Instructions are I the last paragraph. I’m on mobile so I’ll edit this more later. EDITED TO INCLUDE OPT OUT INSTRUCTIONS

To opt-out of Google’s identified tracking, visit the Activity controls on Google’s My Account page, and uncheck the box next to “Include Chrome browsing history and activity from websites and apps that use Google services.“ You can also delete past activity from your account.

#Google what the fuck???#important #ALSO #i don't know if this is real or not?#but probably a good idea to check that out just in case

heedra

why do wizards and mages and shit in stuff always have to use a fucking stick or staff to do magic. what’s so special about a gotdamn tree bone

viridiansunlight

there’s a huge occult explanation for that but long story short: if you miscast do you want a stick to explode or your hand?

corvidcorgi

also good for hitting people

twirly

dramatic flair

tastes good

i made an aesthetic generator now you can discover urself

maccymacdonald

once i figure out how to pull off ‘feminine dad’ it’s over for you bitches

elshrektricity

mILK SKELETON

shinybeedrill

thanks

assass-is-here

Superwholock wave. Not disappointed.

mothsluggy

gore demon… sweet

doodlemeimpressed

Garden Hipster, it’s true

warpsquid-blog

@a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy is this you

funnyposts

me pressing this stupid lamp at 1am to wake that bitch up

#actually though?#that's an awesome idea #are these real things you can buy??

vividsect

@warpsquid I know where you live

She does

warpsquid-blog

who told you

shivasdarknight

Those who dwell in the trees.

warpsquid-blog

Man, I told those dryads to stop giving people my address!

#gd tree people never listen #you could say that it was #TREESON

vividsect

@warpsquid I know where you live

She does

warpsquid-blog

who told you

#M Y S T E R Y P E R S O N #who is the being behind the anime icon

nowyoukno

fangirling-so-hard-rn

Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q)

doctormemelordmd

Yeah but have you seen this

stultiloquentia

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

warwyrd-deactivated20170724

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

reallymisscoffee

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

ruggie-bucchis

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

avianawareness

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.

odpixel

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.