The Wren babies have started hatching and the Bluebirds’ second set of babies is close to fledging. I am going to miss watching the babies in the box when they are gone, but hopefully there will be a repeat next year.
i use my tags as like….a secret whisper space….like…..idk how many of u actually read them but i know not all of u do obviously so it’s like the BONUS FACTS part of the book or something. the special fan club secrets. U Know Me A Little Better If U Read My Tags.
People who use tag readers and yell at you for your mumbled asides are committing a terrible faux pas
And this is how The End is stopped. Not by the gods or goddesses, the other races than man, no. It is Tumblr. As a mass running after a now confused and tail tucking Fenrir, whining softly as the crowd chants “PUPPER! PUPPER! PUPPER!”
Better yet: Fenrir escapes his chains and lopes forward to destroy the earth, and is met by a crowd of people. An army, Fenrir thinks, and bares his teeth in a ferocious snarl and charges toward them.
They cheer.
Wait … cheer?
Fenrir slows, confused. He smells no fear, senses no rage. This is … a very strange army.
The first hand—weaponless!—reaches for him; he tenses, ready to tear the offending limb to shreds, and lets out a high little yippy whine when it pats him about the ears.
Immediately the noise is reproduced by some four or five of the nearest humans; he smells excitement; more hands are patting him.
It’s nice.
The humans crowd around him, patting him and scritching him and shuffling around to give others a chance. Voices coo, and make puppy noises, and someone catches just the right spot and he cocks his leg and scratches himself, drawing a multitude of oohs and ahhs and cheers and squees.
At some point, his hunger awakens at the scent of burnt flesh; a human has brought him what he later learns is a hot dog; he swallows it in one bite, to more cheering, and looks around hopefully for more.
It is not long before more is bought: steaks and Big Macs and bacon; it seems like much of the group has brought him a snack of some kind and was hoping for a chance to give it to him.
The End of the World is supposed to be at hand, but Fenrir does not care. His hunger sated, his battle-lust swept away by a tide of gently petting hands, he rolls over, careful not to crush his many companions, and takes a nap.
“Who’s a good boy?” they ask him, over and over.
Is this some psychological warfare, he wonders, designed to undermine his confidence and remind him that he is nothing more than a monster who needs to be chained?
“Who’s a good boy, huh, huh?” “Who’s my good boy?” “
And then one of them answers the question for him.
“You are!”
‘Me?’ he thinks. But if there was any doubt, she confirms it.
“You are, yes you are.”
Fenrir’s tongue hangs out of his mouth as he grins. ‘I’m a good boy!’
Y’know i realize jokers appearance and personality, old timey jokester in a suit, was mostly accurate for the time he was created, maybe like a decade or two off, but never really changed….
So like, Imagine a modern joker who’s just as much of a goofball as 40’s – 66 joker but wears bright neon clothes from the 80’s and 90’s and has a more modern sense of humor. Like he’s still a clown but all of his crimes play out like shitposts, he robs taco bells at midnight, get’s everywhere on a pair of heelies and orchestrated the clown epidemic of 2016
This is what his wardrobe looks like he wears nothing but rainbows because he’s Gay
this is the worst thing i’ve ever drawn
Oh my fucking lard
Okay but I love this because it’s a combination of everything that is evil and hilarious and it’s absolutely the Joker.
This is better than 10000% of everything to do with the Joker in at least the last twenty years, other than the Lego Batman Movie
Fact: Adult autistics who still sleep with stuffed animals, regardless of if it’s because they don’t like change or if they just enjoy the sensory feel of it (or any other reason), are totally cool and are no less adult because of it.
If your argument EVER rides on “but x group wasn’t at stonewall” you’re a fucking tool. MOST community terms and language are new and folks talk constantly about how they identified as other groups back in the day before they created terms for more specific identities.
Not to mention, this is incredibly US centric and an illogical spot in history to mark as “if you weren’t here you aren’t part of the community,” considering it was completely different in other parts of the world.
Stop being little pricks
also i feel this kind of logic also implies that the english words are objectively the default, and that no alternative definitions or wordings in other languages or countries matter..
and it also down-plays the significance of the fact that many people in the greater community do not in fact identify with any english word at all, though because of sentiments like you just mentioned, a lot of people feel forced to do so even outside of speaking english.
so imo, this is both america-centric and anglo-centric. because lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender are all words in english. – and it is very narrow to think equivalents have the same history and connotation and history.
All of this,
AND it’s like a ‘no immigrants, you must be here for 10 generations to matter’ approach but for communities. Fuck that shit. How about a ‘no borders, if our community can give you a home, I am so glad you are here. We’re stronger when we work together’ approach instead?
In Flint, Michigan, researchers have found a “Swiss cheese pattern” in the interior crust of lead service lines in the city’s damaged drinking water system, with holes where lead used to be.
The findings support the generally accepted understanding that lead leached into the system because that water wasn’t treated to prevent corrosion. While previous studies had pointed to this mechanism, this is the first direct evidence. It contradicts a regulator’s claim earlier this year that corrosion control chemicals would not have prevented the water crisis.
Researchers say the findings underscore how important uninterrupted anti-corrosion treatment is for the aging water systems that serve millions of American homes.
That’s because my spouse and I trust each other not to wander into traffic/chase chickens/poop in people’s yard if one of us is roaming the neighborhood unsupervised.
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