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They also got eaten or killed before they could live long enough to even get skin cancer. They died at like age twenty, and had kids at twelve.

I now know how to describe my dog when he sprints inside the house because the grass is wet and he doesn’t like having wet feet

Ploop ploop ploop

Add black and yellow and you’re golden baby.

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

You know, I remember as a child, everyone made a big deal over security blankets and things during like, puberty and stuff. I still don’t know why. I never grew out of taking my blanket with me around the house, (never will) and when I go over to peoples houses. I have my favorite ones. They’re soft. It’s comforting to be Surrounded by soft. I’m not going to use your cold ass duvet that has the texture of a swimsuit. I’m going to cocoon myself in my silky soft polyester blankie that traps heat really well and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do to stop me.

I will wrap myself up in it and walk around like I am royalty, and this is my cloak. I will have my cereal while sitting wrapped like a mummy. I will roam wherever I please with my blanket used as hood as though I am but a lonely, nameless traveler.

Suck my dick. Cry about it, if you need to. It’s literally a non issue. Just let people have their comfort items, and whoever wrote that in my puberty book or whatever saying you should slowly get rid of those comfort items in some twisted right of passage fashion is an asshole.

In hindsight, that book gave shitty advice. Good thing I disregarded most of it aside from the hygiene portion.

You blink and suddenly it’s one am and you need to be up by six.

nobody’s ever really happy to find out they’ve stayed up too late.

it used to be a cool achievement but now it’s like

“fuck. god damn it. not again. shit.”

You should know this based on fanfic, it’s fucking good bro, go read it, the author is in the comments

Am I cringe for liking a dragon fic? Maybe. But you can tear dragon nrmt from my cold, dead hands.

Felt. Seen. Heard. Not to mention how guilt for commuting minor misdeeds and getting reprimanded feels like someone sticking hot iron in your central nervous system.

Like I know it’s not that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things, but before I spent almost a decade in therapy, shame and guilt and embarrassment were so visceral that the feeling was unbearable, beyond the point of a physical cringe, but to the degree that I felt the need to flee, to run and hide. Remove myself from whatever is causing the sensation post-haste.

They still are sometimes. Not often, but occasionally they still are.

Do you know how hard it is to “be yourself” when the very concept of potentially even feeling embarrassed reminds you of being splashed with boiling water? When I want to dance or sing, or feel or do something in front of people out of goofiness or joy, but the fear of feeling embarrassed at all stops you? The fear of a misstep? The fear of other people’s thoughts? The ones you can’t hear, but god, you know they’re there?

It’s awful.

Sometimes I wonder if I’ve ever been unapologetically myself outside of my room, if anyone has ever even truly seen me and my mind work like a clock made of glass, or if I present myself to the world as a shard of a shell, not even a sliver of who I am for fear of my own embarrassment.

see realistically i'm aware that people often block others for minor things that have no moral standing. this is a healthy and normal thing to do to curate your online experience. i do this myself. however, when i've been blocked by someone it's clearly because i've committed some deep immoral sin that they've uncovered and it's only a matter of time before it comes out and everyone turns against me for my horrible actions. obviously.

Gentle reminder that when I say something isn’t my best work, it’s because my art brain does fantastic sketches in like grayscale or whatever that are usually extremely messy- the example I’m about to show is like, on its third or fourth clean up sketch- but the MINUTE I go to render it my art stops arting. Shading with colors? Who? Never met them.

And it’s painful because I was a color pencil artist WHO FUCKING KILLS IT with a set of prismacolors by the way, always have, but I try to absolutely murder the render and;

It become soup. I don’t know what happens to my concept of dimension the minute I render but something happens because as much as I want to make this sketch into a finished piece, the minute I try it’s going to look like soup. So I’m just gonna stop touching it.

Lmk if anyone else has this problem or how to solve it, cause….

I do not appreciate the soup.

I’m shocked the first thought wasn’t “bastard” but this is funnier

mom called me a fag yesterday by accident

Am I cringe for liking a dragon fic? Maybe. But you can tear dragon nrmt from my cold, dead hands.

I did a bit of looking up to check your theories. Yes. The lips are the nectary. Those red bits with yellow at the end are most likely stamens, with pollen. You can see some dispersed pollen granules dusted about if you really take a moment too, though yes the stamens are dying back in this photo.

That does look to be a gynoecium. It was also called a cup or a cyathia.

Flowers are in fact, fucking weird.

I say this from personal experience, but just because there’s an entirely male flower doesn’t mean the female flower is incapable of also having stamens. It be like that.

Yes it does appear that different parts emerge at different times, as the style isn’t even in present in one photo but the stamens have already fully emerged.

I knew poinsettias "faked" having big flowers by just turning some leaves red but I didn't know the real tiny flowers in the middle looked like such idiots

parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)

@dolotonglo bro have you seen this one yet???

Im weak they’re beautiful

yuri attorney

Oh GOD I got fire.

Yikes. Now it REALLY depends on the situation. Kind fitting though. Was always told I’m a bit of a spitfire/firecracker

You discover that you have control over a certain thing, as determined by spinning this wheel. We're talking full-on magical girl/superhero/supervillain/your label of choice control.

Impala!!! These guys are cool. I’ve seen one fight till the bitter end, guts hanging out and all, because their adrenal glands are like next level OP. They can run up to 60mph and jump up to 9ft in the air.

They’re so majestic and I love them.

reblog this post with a cool animal species lets make a wholesome thread

Okay, as an American studying to become a botanist I’m about to fire shots in every direction. None of you are safe, not even myself, but there are things about this post that have pissed me off to the point of righteous anger.

American chestnut is functionally extinct yes, except for a few remaining colonies, however, that’s not because of most Americans, just as you, previous person, said your issues are not because of most of the British- as Americans relied on chestnuts as a cultural symbol and a food source as they taste arguably better (or so I’m told) than the European chestnuts that were exported to us carrying chestnut blight that killed our chestnuts. Those same stumps ARE STILL TRYING TO SEND OUT SUCKERS, and are STILL DYING BECAUSE OF AN INTRODUCED BLIGHT BY EUROPEAN NEGLIGENCE.

I understand you’re mad at the lack of education on our side, I am as well- the American education system FAILS at teaching botany on a MULTITUDE of ENORMOUS levels, and you and I both know that plant life is the basis of an ecosystem, but don’t you dare think that this means I’m not infuriated by the same from you- I am. I KNOW FOR A FACT that Europe is no better in its failure to find value in botanical studies, and I’m still pissed about it, but I’ve at least seen a few papers about the subject and written a few essays myself, and at least Europe isn’t the near-dead-static radio silence about botany the way America seems to be. But at least know that this is a two way street, and don’t deflect about that shortcoming when we’re both at fault.

The prairies??? That was misguided science and capitalism instilling laziness. We had rules and laws about rewilding areas post mining expeditions and construction, but those were ignored by greedy corps who figured slapping some trees on an area that didn’t have trees before would solve their problem. And the people in charge weren’t ecologists, but government officials who heard in school that trees give us oxygen and are therefore better than grass, and so with being slid a little extra cash, shrugged their shoulders about it and turned a blind eye to the issue because “well it’s just trees” and BOY, AM I MAD ABOUT THAT TOO, but being MAD, and BEING ABLE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT are two very different ball parks, babe.

Then there was climate crisis attention in the nineties, and although the intentions of the campaigns were pure-hearted, they were misleading in the idea that planting trees Willy-nilly would solve our problems, and while yes, trees are larger organisms that need more co2 to grow to max size, and therefore absorb more carbon, not all trees are created equal, and while some non-natives might absorb more CO2 or do better in certain regions, more of the people supplying and planting those invasive trees have no ability, much less a concept of even recognizing the potential for something to become invasive. Another failure of our shitty education system, but we already know it’s shit, so that’s besides the point.

The grasses and monocultures of lawns we have are a direct spawn of English colonialism. Lawns were managed by slaves and considered a sign of wealth- and non-natural ornamental landscapes were seen as a sign of knowledge and skill to tend.

American pioneers and natives didn’t give two shits about those things, and though we aren’t blameless for the slew of invasive ravaging our ecosystems, Britain is no saint in this either. Y’all have a government that fears and respects Its people and their voices; do not squander your opportunity, when here in America, trying to get through to a politician bought out by lobbyists to get off their asses and do something is clearly MUCH HARDER than you all seem to think it is because capitalism is unchecked over here.

You have the science. You have the opportunity. Fight the status quo and take a risk while you have a chance to. Right your wrongs. There’s no excuse to not. At least we make an effort and fight, even though every step forward feels like a step backwards because politicians and public figures here usually have their pockets and offices lined so thick with wads of cash they can’t seem to hear us screaming in the streets. So many organizations out here are all desperately scrounging for donations and support individually to step up where our governing bodies ran like cowardly father figures going out for milk and cigarettes and then simply ignoring the issues we’ve being screeching about like it’s not something young people are mad about on the daily. Also, you lost lynxes??? Reintroduce them. Yes you’re on an island, that doesn’t stop animals, and it hasn’t before. They will adapt so long as you let them. You can fix the damage that’s been done, all it takes is effort and time, and a willingness to take a chance to make a change.

Moreover. You ALSO EAT THOSE STOLEN CROPS.

TOMATOES. CORN. SQUASH. BEANS. TOMATILLOS.

YOU EAT THOSE TOO!

And what about the Cinnamon? The Mace? The nutmeg? The British stole those from the people of India. The tea you’ve monopolized as your own? That’s from China and Japan. You don’t even drink it right. You’re suppose to pour out the first steep according to Chinese tea practices. And they sold it for far cheaper to the British at the time. The wheat? Grains? Ethiopia, that’s from the Fertile Crescent. Your very bread is made of a stolen crop.

Your fruits? All of it, stolen. The Mediterranean originally grew mint, oregano, rosemary, olives, and cabbage.

Do you indulge in chocolate? That was stolen by your Spanish neighbors from the Aztecs and Mayans darling. Chewing gum too.

We didn’t even steal half the crops we grow, imperialism did, so don’t even start there. Many of the natives crops are viable solutions to local food, but guess what? WE DONT FREAKING USE THEM!

You wanna get mad at us for something? Get mad that we don’t use acorn and coontie flour instead of wheat. Get mad that we don’t use elderberries and American cherries in jams as much as we should. Get mad that we haven’t cultivated the pawpaw or Florida plum as much as we should. Get mad that we don’t use sumac, or Kentucky coffee. Get mad that blueberries and cranberries aren’t a main staple in our diets, and because of capitalism-caused food deserts and absurd prices. Get mad that we don’t eat local meats, but farm instead of forage when there’s so much we could be eating to cut back on our waste, but we don’t because humans are prissy and don’t want to put the effort into making things taste good by selective breeding like we did when we were nomadic and still figuring out agriculture. Get mad that we could be eating our way through our kudzu problem in the south, but we aren’t because it’s just not something we do culturally.

Get mad about the things we can be faulted for, because at least we can actually try and control those.

The moral of the story here is we should be fucking mad at the GREED OF THE FEW. At the end of the day, that’s what’s caused us the most problems isn’t it? Instead we sit here and we bicker about who’s worse, instead of making each other better. Like you said, let’s not throw stones at each other from our stupid glass houses, and burn down the people who are actually responsible and have the means to do something but instead choose to do nothing.

Actually your society is the freaks for shooting everything that moves and burning half your "nature reserves" every year so that upperclass dandies can eat leaded pheasant. North Americans are the well adjusted ones here, your country has become a desolate suburban lawn in island form

I made a post about how to spot mistletoe in America that has like, 2 notes.

Go look at it.

Under the mistletoe. Will they kiss? :DDD

I have no recollection of seeing a mistletoe in real life.

Can my dragon be friends too? She’s pretty, and purple, with big doe ears and feathery wings that shine a little teal in the sunlight, and she’s got very soft fur. She’s really friendly, even if you can see her.

Oh! I know! I’ll go get a bunch of leaves so all our animals can have a big cozy nap spot!

*running off to go make a pile of leaves in the shade*

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

I hate that I’m injured but not injured enough to prevent me from attending lecture.

Just enough to majorly inconvenience me. Could I skip lecture, blame it on the shoulder I dislocated while at my job? Take the day and rest, considering it’s only a single class and it’s probably rehashing the stuff I know already? Sure.

Should I?

FUCK NO

Am I going to? No, unfortunately I’m going to burn through my gas to drive my injured ass to school because even though I’m a smart girl who would survive missing class I’m also goody-two-shoes looser who’d die of the guilt if I didn’t, for a measly fifty minute lecture like a goddamn peasant instead of drawing or writing, or study for my other, much more challenging class.

Like if there is a god, don’t do this again, break my femur or something. Don’t half ass my injuries. Because you realize all you did was majorly inconvenience me? You didn’t give me a good enough reason to stop and rest and we both know it, so try harder next time.

Sorry. You need to put your back into because we both know I don’t fucking stay down, and I’m the human equivalent of a cockroach because I could be dying and I’d still feel guilty about skipping out on my responsibilities to be “lazy” (I know it’s not actually) and rest and do the things I want.

Ye

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

This is not a friendly reminder, this is goddamn emotional warfare you have sent shrapnel flinging across the walls of my home and emotional safety.

I don’t even drink enough to feel tipsy and I want to cry.

I don’t even own a cat!!! (I wish I did)

Oh the conflict of wanting to draw dragon phoenix wright but wanting to write my fanfic or finish a chapter or start the multitudes of others living in my brain rent free.

I have too many choices.

I love these funky lil guys I have some

How about some neocaridina shrimp in lots of fun colors? Thanks 🫶 :)

Update: I went too hard on my bullshit, arm is now in a sling.

Not me being back on my bullshit and writing more of werewolf Pheonix like the degenerate I am.

(I’m working on chapter nine my friends)

Not me being back on my bullshit and writing more of werewolf Pheonix like the degenerate I am.

(I’m working on chapter nine my friends)

I don’t mind the idea of him being demiro or demisexual at all, but I’m a bit biased I think /j

May 2025 bring upon the ace attorney fandom, a boom in aspec Phoenix art and fic.

I got my first pap done today.

If I never see another speculum again it’ll be too fucking soon.

This is so phoenix wright coded for no reason.

99% of liars quit before everyone absolutely believes whatever they say forever keep going king