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it’s easy to forget, so I’ll remind y’all: you can make fantasy versions of anything. yes even things you might not think about. like soil types. I am thinking of fantasy soil types right now
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shoutout to this random-ass guy who had this incredibly rare bird sighting
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Seamus Heaney
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it’s monday i’m in the labyrinth
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it rules to be a transgender writer because writing trans themes is easy as fuck. it's easy as fuck dude. trans themes basically write themselves. change is the fundamental motor of storytelling. guess what else is all about change bitch
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Next up: the heron! Another from this series.
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The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation
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Kalvin Brnine…. I hope you have to live
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a clip of Chant II from the Broadway previews of Hadestown, featuring the cut lines from Persephone and altered lyrics, as well as a earth-quake like “electric city” climax
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daily self-affirmations 💕
my podium is clean and not covered in spaghetti
i know that the 87th element on the periodic table is Francium
i am not trapped in the time loop
i know how to fix the ElectroBobbleWobble QZ
i am not trapped in the time loop
i have a sufficient number of boxes to reach the shelf of ducks
the wenis is a dance
i am not trapped in the time loop
the wenis is a dance
i am not trapped in the time loop
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libby overdrive is her full name
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“Lay Your Head on My Shoulder”
Yellow-crowned Night-Herons on the nest. Photo by Andy Clemens, reposted with permission.
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Tie a string around your finger, so you won't forget...
The Carolina Parakeet was declared extinct in 1939.
Up until just the year before, people were still claiming to have sighted the yellow-headed parakeets in the wild—in the impenetrable depths of Georgia's Okefenokee Swamp; along the Santee River basin of South Carolina, where people still search for the Ivory-Billed Woodpecker to this day—but evidence suggested only escaped, feral species of pet birds, tinged by wishful thinking.
The last definitively identified specimen of Conuropsis carolinensis, a male named Incas, had died at the Cincinnati Zoo in 1918. As it happens, his last home was the very same cage in which Martha, the endling Passenger Pigeon, had spent her final years. 2014, the hundredth anniversary of Martha's loss, brought the publication of a number of new books on the topic of the Passenger Pigeon and even a documentary; the centenary of Incas' death, by contrast, warranted only a handful of mentions of our lost native parrot.
Hardly a hundred years later, our parakeet has faded from common memory—like the fading text on the tags that twine around the feet of the study skins that fill museum specimen drawers, where they should have filled the sky, should have filled roosts in hollow trees, should have filled our backyards; should have filled their lungs with air, and our hearts and imaginations and eyes with the sight of their iridescent green feathers.
The title of this painting is Memory Knot. It is gouache on 18 x 13 inch paper, and is the 9th piece in my series on the extinct Carolina Parakeet. It is also the final piece in the series as originally conceived (though inspiration continues to strike, and this is not the last appearance the species will make in my art).
Please, remember that there was a bird called the Carolina Parakeet. Remember what happened to it. Remember that we are the only ones who can keep it from happening again.
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yes we laugh about laios’s answer here hahaha it’s not even a monster but. let’s not gloss over senshi
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His favorite food is Hippogriff soup.
His deepest, darkest, most closely-held secret wasn’t just that he spent most of life never truly knowing if one of his companions fed him another one of their teammates in order to keep him alive.
It was also that he liked it. A lot.
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His relief he felt wasn’t just the “oh thank god I’m not a cannibal” catharsis, it was also that he wouldn’t have to kill and eat another person just to eat this meal again.
How many times do you think he craved it over the years. How haunted was he by this. How hard was it for him to make friendships with other humans because of this. Is this why he was so comfortable living with orcs. He was so isolated that, even living on an island with a decent half-foot population, he didn’t even know what they were.
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jet lag: the game moments i think about a lot — 1/?
S03E01 : (almost) everything ben discussed on his train ride to lille
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