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bird1eewarriors · 4 months
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So I just found out about this thing that can happen to black cats when they're out in the sun for too long. Basically, it kinda bleaches their fur a little bit cause of like genetic stuff or smth. It's called rusting, and it kind of looks like this
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See the reddish bit? That's the rusting.
Well, in light of the current arc, I think that it would be absolutely hilarious if this were to happen to Nightheart. The way that I'm thinking it happens is that, in ThunderClan and ShadowClan, they're underneath trees and stuff for a vast majority of the time. But when Night goes on the journey with Frostpaw, he's out in the open sun a lot more, until his back is just completely orange. How he would take this is up to interpretation (although I doubt it would go over with him very well)
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verflares · 16 days
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(draconifies your zelink) oh whoops lol
+ an extra pic of em hanging out together :]
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highlandkall · 7 months
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stealingpotatoes · 12 days
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How do you think tl4j would react to seeing videos of how they used to act?
they'd probably cringed out or thinking "i need therapy", but what'd be even more fun is seeing videos/pictures of EACH OTHER
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twistedprodigious · 2 months
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"Be careful, my dear, you're creasing my trousers with your pathetic grasp"
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inkskinned · 4 months
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crows use tools and like to slide down snowy hills. today we saw a goose with a hurt foot who was kept safe by his flock - before taking off, they waited for him to catch up. there are colors only butterflies see. reindeer are matriarchical. cows have best friends and 4 stomachs and like jazz music. i watched a video recently of an octopus making himself a door out of a coconut shell.
i am a little soft, okay. but sometimes i can't talk either. the world is like fractal light to me, and passes through my skin in tendrils. i feel certain small things like a catapult; i skirt around the big things and somehow arrive in crisis without ever realizing i'm in pain.
in 5th grade we read The Curious Incident of the Dog In The Night-time, which is about a young autistic boy. it is how they introduced us to empathy about neurotypes, which was well-timed: around 10 years old was when i started having my life fully ruined by symptoms. people started noticing.
i wonder if birds can tell if another bird is odd. like the phrase odd duck. i have to believe that all odd ducks are still very much loved by the other normal ducks. i have to believe that, or i will cry.
i remember my 5th grade teacher holding the curious incident up, dazzled by the language written by someone who is neurotypical. my teacher said: "sometimes i want to cut open their mind to know exactly how autistics are thinking. it's just so different! they must see the world so strangely!" later, at 22, in my education classes, we were taught to say a person with autism or a person on the spectrum or neurodivergent. i actually personally kind of like person-first language - it implies the other person is trying to protect me from myself. i know they had to teach themselves that pattern of speech, is all, and it shows they're at least trying. and i was a person first, even if i wasn't good at it.
plants learn information. they must encode data somehow, but where would they store it? when you cut open a sapling, you cannot find the how they think - if they "think" at all. they learn, but do not think. i want to paint that process - i think it would be mostly purple and blue.
the book was not about me, it was about a young boy. his life was patterned into a different set of categories. he did not cry about the tag on his shirt. i remember reading it and saying to myself: i am wrong, and broken, but it isn't in this way. something else is wrong with me instead. later, in that same person-first education class, my teacher would bring up the curious incident and mention that it is now widely panned as being inaccurate and stereotypical. she frowned and said we might not know how a person with autism thinks, but it is unlikely to be expressed in that way. this book was written with the best intentions by a special-ed teacher, but there's some debate as to if somebody who was on the spectrum would be even able to write something like this.
we might not understand it, but crows and ravens have developed their own language. this is also true of whales, dolphins, and many other species. i do not know how a crow thinks, but we do know they can problem solve. (is "thinking" equal to "problem solving"? or is "thinking" data processing? data management?) i do not know how my dog thinks, either, but we "talk" all the same - i know what he is asking for, even if he only asks once.
i am not a dolphin or reindeer or a dog in the nighttime, but i am an odd duck. in the ugly duckling, she grows up and comes home and is beautiful and finds her soulmate. all that ugliness she experienced lives in downy feathers inside of her, staining everything a muted grey. she is beautiful eventually, though, so she is loved. they do not want to cut her open to see how she thinks.
a while ago i got into an argument with a classmate about that weird sia music video about autism. my classmate said she thought it was good to raise awareness. i told her they should have just hired someone else to do it. she said it's not fair to an autistic person to expect them to be able to handle that kind of a thing.
today i saw a goose, and he was limping. i want to be loved like a flock loves a wounded creature: the phrase taken under a wing. which is to say i have always known i am not normal. desperate, mewling - i want to be loved beyond words.
loved beyond thinking.
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izacore · 11 months
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You're in trouble and we're not leaving you on your own. We aren't in danger.
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enderscribbles · 4 months
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Chilchuck's one good sweater. This tag from the chilchuck fits post by @crypt1dcorv1dae had me inspired so i went into a doodle frenzy about Marcille dressing this middle aged man up for his first date in years... she is ecstatic
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and you say hello and i lose. etc
(id in alt.)
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idanit · 1 month
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solidarity
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uncanny-tranny · 11 months
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I love love love when trans women* give advice to trans men* about """manly""" things and when trans men* return that kindness with advice about """womanly""" things. I love the intracommunity commitment to supporting each other <<3
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triplehearts · 7 months
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But you’re holding me like water in your hands
@desert-duo-week day 1 - dancing / holding
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annqer · 1 month
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my contrition is like ashes, help me in my final condition
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insulesbianphasmid · 2 months
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is this anything
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omaano · 1 month
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If you're still taking those polyam sketch prompts...D2 for Cody/Obi-Wan/Rex?
Obi-Wan deserves a pair of handsome space heaters for the cold Tatooine nights :3 nap piles for everyone! Thanks for asking (and for adjusting the requested pose so that I can keep drawing different poses)❤️
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Polyamorous/platonic poses for sketching
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ruporas · 6 months
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i made a digital vw zine, there's a bunch of stuff on here that hasn't been shared elsewhere! if you're looking for a barrage of vw being really clingy and all, look no further :]
LINK
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ca-3 · 11 months
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Kinda unfair that he looks good in everything 🃏❤️
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