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savetheplanarians · 1 year
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the-happy-man · 2 years
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“One of his jobs in the past has clearly been to mess about with boats and propellers. And so one of his tricks is to wrap a rope around the propeller. If something were to happen at the salmon farm and he was blamed for it, then he’d be euthanised straight away.”
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phatazzvplwedgie · 3 days
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😈PHATTEST PAWG BOOTY LOVED THE CAMERAS😈SHE WAS WITH HER MOM😈SHE DIDNT MIND ME STARING AT HER DAUGHTERS THICK BEEFY ASS😈HER ASS CHEEKS WERE JAMMED UP IN THOSE JEANS😈I LOVE WHEN THEY KNOW THEY HAVE A PHATTY😈PT.1😈
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lampternfish · 8 months
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Contributing my shitty doodles of shark fortress and microplastics to the ocean of tf2 man tits/pos
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manatee-master · 1 year
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Sorry babe can’t talk right now just started my newest hyperfixation on this week’s micro obsession
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the mona lisa burning meant less than Cassandra's death, by any margin.
it's a beautiful artwork society has collectively agreed to hold in high regard. beautiful artworks don't change, and there will remain pictures and documentations of it. a human being who has died is frozen at the moment of her death, when she had infinite potential to be something more. and at the end of the day, the preservation of a famous painting isn't worth more than stopping the guy who would've blown up the entire world simply so he could stay on top of it.
(Side note: I think the climate activists who threw soup at some paintings did a really brave thing. What are we going to do with painting preservation when fifty countries have gone underwater and humanity dies off from famine and natural disasters? At least this way there were more articles about the issue than when the climate scientists chained themselves to a building, which in and of itself was a really brave act of protest as well. Without a certain level of disruption that threatens pre-existing power structures, no one in power will want to acknowledge that their way of life is unsustainable. It was possible to clean the soup off the paintings anyway. You can't resurrect people, or re-freeze the polar ice caps.)
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lynndylee · 1 year
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This lovely Yor Forger print is on sale now. Get 30% off any of my mermaid merch with code MERMAID30 by 31st May 💖
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can we get some facts and/or headcanons about this new whaling au? Or a snippet of the fic? 🥺
You ABSOLUTELY can!
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Ow.
….ow. Steph shivered, curling in on herself. The pain that had woken her throbbed sharper behind her eyes at the motion, aching through her skull and sinuses and lungs. That fabulous just-almost-drowned feeling. Ugh. And it was cold….
She opened her eyes, enough to adjust to the dim below-decks light — and sucked in a breath, scrabbling back to the edge of the wall, heedless of the insistent pain in her head. The Fish watched her silently from the pile of wet canvas in the curve of the bulkhead. Pressed so close to the floorboards it almost seemed part of the fabric, black hair and silver-grey scales practically buried in sailcloth. 
“Hello?” Steph called, scrambling to her feet. The ship creaked around her — she could hear the crew shouting and working above, but nobody close. Had the captain put her in here with the thing—? Her father had just let them. The hatch stuck and rattled when she pushed at it — she was stuck—
There was a tiny sound behind her, and she spun to face it. Claws and teeth and slippery scaled limbs closing around her, Steph remembered, icy saltwater scalding her lungs, and they weren’t in the water but she was locked in with the…the pile of sailcloth.
The thing had pulled the cloth almost entirely over itself. All that showed were a few delicate, silvery fins poking out between folds of ripped canvas. Ropes crisscrossed over the long lump of tail. If she squinted at it she could pretend it was something that didn’t want to kill her, some other less terrifying brand of fish. Maybe a large tuna.
It wasn’t moving.
Steph lowered herself back to the floorboards after a long moment, the ache still pounding in her chest and head. She wasn’t going to cry. Wasn’t going to cry. 
“I can hurt you,” she called out, her voice wobbling out without her permission. “If you try to attack me again. I can protect myself, I’ve done it before. Just so you know.”
The pile of sailcloth twitched, silent.
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kayray-art · 2 years
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there is a common link in all my favorite animes
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riptidethegimpgs · 5 months
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My 2024 bingo
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the-cetacean · 2 years
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werbitssf · 2 years
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my anime sketches
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chiinferno · 1 year
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A happy, kind-hearted Merman attending the Weisswasser Lake Academy. He's been Prometheus' best friend since childhood, and over time has developed something of a crush on him. Currently, he's in the process of applying to become a scribe in the hopes that he'll get assigned to write Prometheus' legacy when he's eventually confirmed as the Grand Seer of Water. Gordon favors the Bow and Arrow when in combat
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bumblingbabooshka · 2 years
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Femme Fatale Tuvok
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airplanes924 · 1 month
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Books I've Read in 2024
Number 12
Spying on Whales by Nick Pyenson
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mega-sup3r-st4r · 3 months
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russian spy whales were not on my 2024 bingo
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