WHATEVER happens happens

Desalination is the process of generating freshwater from brackish or saltwater, usually through the process of reverse osmosis. While this can be a very useful tool in water shortages, it also has some pretty huge drawbacks--reverse osmosis requires a lot of energy, requires chemical treatment of the water, and produces concentrated brine as a waste product which can be harmful to aquatic ecosystems.

…only to be followed by this amazing message.

The roller coaster ride started.

With a happy ending…

…and a sweet poem to finish.

So a few days ago I noticed a fox friend running through my yard. I was able to snap this photo.

I called him Milo.

I thought he was a lone wolf who chose my neighborhood as his domain.

But Milo is not alone.

Milo is a papa.

He and his lady fox have three little foxes!

I went from never having seen a fox to FIVE foxes playing in my backyard.

The three kiddos were wrestling. Their opening move is to do this cat-like superjump and then dive bomb into their sibling. Then they roll around. And then a high speed chase ensues.

One of the little foxes came near the house and I got a few closer photos.

I love the little black socks.

already suggested a

sapphibbatical

7 years ago someone posted this-

And 5 years a different user posted this-

 i need an nb version 

I gotchu covered 👍

[Image: Same as above, but the pawprint is now nonbinary, and the bear may be using different pronouns; end ID.]

I was planning to make one for a bunch more nonbinary/genderqueer flags and posting them all at once, but something came up so the rest will have to wait a few hours. Currently planned:

Genderqueer

Genderfluid

Genderflux

Agender

Demiboy

An excellent addition, and the perfect jumping off point for the rest of the flags I’ve made!

[Image: The Bear Pride flag with paws in Agender, Demiboy, Genderfluid, Genderflux, and Genderqueer pride variants. End ID.]

And as a bonus, here’s a version that anyone who wants to should hopefully be able to use for their own color-in-the-paw-print needs! Or at least I hope the paw-print is clear here...

If you've left a tag on this post, I've seen it, and I just want to say thank you it really means a lot to me

“Wow,” said Saint George as he plunged his most holy of weapons into the enveloping darkness of the beast. “What do you call these genitals of yours?” “It is a word unpronounceable by human tongue,” roared the dragon. “Well, whatever it is, it feels fantastic,” said George.

“Dragon,” said George. “Must you speak so loudly?“  “This is as quiet as I can be,” roared the dragon. “It is also as loud as I can be. Dragons only have one volume.” “Huh,” said George.

And then the dragon ate George. It ate him for the better part of an hour. Then they tried it the other way ‘round for a while, but it was logistically awkward due to their vastly different sizes, so George just ended up doing hand stuff and that worked out for everyone.

“Dragon,” said George as he reclined on the dragon. “Do you love me?” The dragon thought.

“I love things about you. I love the thing we do that is quite like sex. I love making you laugh and when you make me laugh in turn. I love how happy and at peace it makes me feel just to be near you.”

“I don’t love all the pieces of you, but it would be near impossible to count the things about you I do love and I can count very high. I hope that is enough.” George considered this. “Yes,” he said. “I believe it is.” And so it was.

“Hey,” said George as the dragon’s breath began to grow quicker. “If you want to cum on me, that’s totally fine. I have a towel. Knights are always prepared.” “My ejaculate is thousands of degrees hot,” said the dragon. “Oh,” said George. “Never mind, then.”

“I am showing you the weak spot on my belly,” said the dragon. “A single arrow here would strike me dead.” “I am honored you trust me so,” said George. “It is also an erogenous zone,” said the dragon. “Just FYI.”

"One cannot trust a dragon,” stated Sir Pellinore, drawing himself to his feet. “They may speak the words of man, but they do so with a forked tongue.” “A really long, really flexible tongue,” said George. “What?” said Sir Pellinore. “Nothing,” said George.

“George is fighting a dragon again,” said Sir Pellinore. “It’s the same dragon,” said Beowulf darkly. “I thought he impaled that one on his lance. "He did.” “Well, he’s wrestling it now, the brave lad. He’s even doing it in the proper Greek style.” “Of course he is.”

“Behold, oh man,” roared the dragon. “I have engaged in the ancient ritual of cleansing flame, purifying my body completely.” “So we’re clear for assplay?” Asked George. “Oh yes.” “What is that?”

“It’s a cigarette,” explained George. “I’m smoking.” “Of course you are,” said the dragon. “What?” said George. “Nothing. You are being very cute right now.”

“So, I heard you ate Guy of Warwick,” said George. “And I want to let you know it’s okay. We never talked about being exclusive. You’re free to do whatever you want.” “That was not a euphemism. I was just hungry.” “Oh,” said George. “Never mind, then.”

“What are you doing?,” asked the dragon. “I’m trying to work your nipples,” said George. “Not a mammal.” “Right.”

“This is where you live? It’s very nice, as far as caves go,” said George. “I did not realize how dirty it was in here. Your halo is really lighting up the place. Making me see how much I need to clean.” “Sorry. I don’t know how to turn it off.”

“That dragon you’ve been fighting seems to be giving you all sorts of trouble. Do you need help killing the beast?” asked Sir Pellinore. “I notice that you’ve got some claw marks on your back and bite marks on your inner thigh.” “I’m good,” said George.

“How do you like the tea? I made it myself,” said George proudly. “I do not like it very much, but I do appreciate you sharing it with me,” said the dragon. “That’s fine,” said George. “I suppose dragons have different taste buds than humans.” “Sure, let us go with that.”

taping it to my mirror

BTW

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