I think Princess Zelda lost her pregnancy 😦 Or else she gave birth and killed the babies, which is particularly sad because Samus is the one who impregnated her. At any rate she isn’t pregnant anymore.
To recap for anyone who missed it, Samus was found dead behind the castle a couple of weeks ago. Link died not long after that, so it’s just been Zelda, Bayonetta, and Pikachu chilling out with some snails.
Of course, none of those three can impregnate each other so no one is pregnant or coupled off right now. Pikachu’s babies are growing well. There are six still living. There were seven, but one escaped and Bayonetta ate it.
Because of course these updates always have to involve someone eating someone else. *sigh*
excuse me what
UPDATE: THOSE ARE OP’S FISHES
Blogging about my aquarium is fun
What the FUCK
I really thought this was about shitty fanfics
non-indigenous lesbians can not and should never try to police how indigenous lesbians, especially indigenous butches and other gnc lesbians, present themselves. indigenous butches aren’t any less butch when they wear their traditional clothes like skirts or feminine coded headdresses or have long hair styled in traditional ways. if something is a part of their culture and they choose to participate in that tradition, it is a part of their butchness too.
someone: haha you just want to know when you’re off the hook
me: hah
me: (actually i just need to allocate the right expectations and backlog of energy and make sure the rest of my day falls in good accordance with it so that i don’t feel time-crunched and propel myself into a hysteria because if i don’t know how long this thing lasts or when it ends i can’t possibly know when literally anything else starts and my entire life becomes an unraveled realm of anarchy with no rhyme or reason and how is that not terrifying to you)
me: hey how long will this take
someone: oh like twenty minutes
me: ok
*an hour later*
me: *clinging to every learned social skill i can think of with the desperate hope my distress and exhaustion doesn’t show*
someone: hey we’re almost done don’t be so crabby
me: *smiling* *internally screaming at this SENSELESS CHAOS*
someone: hey do you want to do [involving time-consuming thing]
me: hey that sounds fun! when were you thinking?
someone: oh we’re doing it right now
me: oh. like. now-now? like right now. like you want me to stop what i’m doing and get up and do this thing with you, suddenly, with thirty seconds of warning. now. like this second. immediately. now?
this feeling is so real
And then non spoonies get upset when you try to explain your energy issues or try to call it bullshit like its all made up. Um. No. I know my body. Tell me how long the task lasts. Ill help if I can but not to the point where I have no spoons left.
These are the domesticated version of the African Collared dove, and as they are, do not and cannot exist in the wild.
This mess is a Eurasian Collared Dove, an invasive wild dove closely related to and often mistaken for a Ringneck.
If you see a big, light brown dove in your yard with a collar marking, it’s one of these.
Smaller than a Ringneck, but SIGNIFICANTLY larger than a mourning dove, taking the same niche in nesting and diet, a LOT more aggressively than the mourning, white wing, and other Zenadia dove species.
This is a young Mourning Dove.
Roughly half the size of a Collared Dove, MICH darker brown, and spotted.
Here is a mourning dove hen with her peeps.
Here is an adult mourning dove cock.
Fun fact, they provide the owl noises in a lot of films!
Urocyon's Jaunts 2.0 
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