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Meow
Oh to be a little orange cat curled up safely in a dragons tail.

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Patience, my girl. It won’t be long before we can fly again.
Daeron Targaryen and Tessarion in House of the Dragon (2022 — )
Beowulf battles the dragon by Mikael Ross.
“hey this dog looks to be struggling to perform very basic functions and that is very worrying” “well ACTUALLY if you STUDIED THE BREED STANDARD you’d see that this dog is actually the IDEAL ______” YEAH. THIS TOO IS THE PROBLEM. WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING.
“you can’t blame breeders for breeding to standard :/“ i actually find it very easy to blame them. they are the ones creating the dogs on purpose, you see
israel is a country without history; it’s just a load of bullshit laced with religious fanaticism and imperialist delusions. It destroys the monuments, archaeological artifacts, and ancient documents of the countries it invades because it cannot tolerate anything that it's true and not made up by hollywood ped*philes

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same animal btw
Green + yellow + orange is a highly underrated colour combo
Look at her don't you love her
A scribbley little comic about the second time Raf invited Magritte to crash at his place; yogurt and overfamiliarity on a Saturday morning.
[original characters]
UH OH I'M BACK ON MY BULLSHIT abt these two.
Thinkin' abt how, after this [and the first time Raf invited Margie to stay at his place], Margie just fuckin'...disappears for two weeks. Doesn't text, doesn't call, not even to confirm thursday night jam session, doesn't show up for thursday night jam session. And Raf has no idea what happened and literally no way to find out. She's just gone. And, especially after Thursday comes and goes, thinking about it just really kinda stresses him out because like...what happened? He kinda wants to think she just fucked off and didn't care enough abt him or his time or w/e to tell him she was outtie. Because at least then he could feel kinda righteously mad abt it. He'd prefer that over what he actually feels, which is an opressive dark cloud of major concern that smth bad happened to her. Miserable, disempowering anxiety.
Anyways, the following Wednesday or Thursday, Vic comes back into the studio after lunch all like "there's a homeless chick on the sidewalk really bangin' out the tunes on a toy piano, lol." And faster than Vic can say "toy piano", Raf is out the door to see her. And lo' behold, she's there! Stinky and greasy, but not dead!!
And she's there specifically waiting for him to step out for a lunch break or smthing because she really wanted to let him know that she wasn't mad at him nor meant to disappear or anything, it's just that, "Life kinda got crazy and I sold my phone thinking I could borrow another one from a friend, but then I couldn't and also I haven't really been able to, like, shower because [[vague guesture]] and I was hoping I could get my shit together before poppin' in on you like this but I kept putting things off because other things and I needed to tell you!!! We're still cool!!! We're still cool...right?"
And Raf's just like "...you sold ur phone? Like...the little...what was it, a nokia?" And Margie's just like, "Yah." And Raf's impulse is to ask why?? What happened??? What is happening???? But he also extremely does not want to reciprocate answering those kinds of prying questions, so instead he's just like. "Okay. You're okay..?"
And Margie's like, "YEAH. I'M OKAY. I SHOULD GO THO. Don't wanna get u fired it's like...2 pm or smth. Jobs!"
Raf scrambles to get her to no fuck off ("they not gonna...fire me."), inviting her into the studio--which she is vehemently like "No!! I can't have stinky be the first impression I leave on your cool music people!!" so he elects instead to drive her back to his place where she can finally force herself to wash her clothes and take a shower ("gonna stink up your car tho." "I mean, I smoke weed in there, ur really not gonna make it any worse.")
He's actually able to get her to spend a few days at his place this time, until she gets her hands on another shitty, cheap, flip phone. (It's still 2008, after all). And then she's gone again, but keeps well in touch.
Raf never actually learns abt why Margie vanished for 2 weeks, nor why she had to pawn a bunch of her stuff including her phone(???) nor...anything regarding that time, tbh. Nowdays, Margie would certainly tell him all abt it if he asked, regardless of any lingering embarassment/shame over the recollection. But I think they've both forgotten about it.
She probably spends another few nights on and off at his place thereafter--until late December, when (via the power of Christmas Spirit) he's finally able to convince her to take a pair of keys and call the guestroom hers.
Crested Caracara being allopreened by two Black Vultures! This is such an interesting behavior and one that's typically one-way (preening by vultures to caracara). Here you can see the caracara either attempting to reciprocate but getting rebuffed by both vultures, or telling them to stop for now.
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Black Vulture couple locate Crested Caracara bisexual unicorn across the bar in a rare W for all parties

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Mauritius Ornate Day Gecko (Phelsuma ornata), family Gekkonidae, Mauritius
Photograph by Daryl Pastore
one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.
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The hoax took place in Florence in about 1409... The victim was a carpenter named Manetto, known as Il Grasso, "the Fat Man." Manetto specialized in carving ebony and owned a shop in the Piazza San Giovanni, not far from Filippo [Brunelleschi]'s house. He was prosperous and good-natured, but one day had the misfortune of incurring Filippo's ire after missing a social gathering. Never one to resist retaliation, Filippo resolved to exact his revenge for this perceived slight by persuading a wide cast of characters to convince Manetto that he had metamorphosed into someone else.... As Manetto closed his shop one evening, Filippo went to his house near the cathedral, picked the lock, slipped inside, and barred the door behind him. When Manetto arrived a few minutes later, he rattled the door and then, to his alarm, heard what sounded like his own voice (in fact, Filippo doing an impersonation) ordering him to go away. This impersonation was so convincing that eh retreated in bewilderment into the Piazza San Giovanni. There he met Donatello, who inexplicably addressed him as Matteo, and shortly afterward a bailiff, who likewise hailed him as Matteo and then promptly arrested him for debt. He was taken to the Stinche prison, where his name was entered in the jail book as Matteo. Even his fellow prisoners--all of them party to Filippo's prank--addressed him by this alien name. The carpenter spent a sleepless night, fretting over events but solacing himself with the thought that he was merely a victim of mistaken identity. This comfort evaporated the next morning when two strangers--the brothers of the real Matteo--arrived at the prison and claimed him as their kin. They paid his debt and liberated him, though not before chastising him for his supposed gambling and profligate living. More bewildered now than ever, he was escorted to Matteo's home on the other side of Florence, near Santa Felìcita, where his protests that he was not Matteo, but Manetto, appeared to fall on deaf ears.... He was then put to sleep with a potion supplied by Filippo and carried, unconscious, back across the river to his own home. He was laid on his bed in a reversed position, with his head at the foot and his feet at the head. Awakening many hours later, the poor carpenter was confused not merely by his position on the bed but also by the disarray of his house, for his tools had been completely rearranged. His perplexity grew with the arrival of Matteo's brothers... greeting him as Manetto and relating the curious story of how the previous evening their brother Matteo conceived the fantastic notion that he was someone else. The story was soon confirmed by Matteo himself--the real one--who arrived at Manetto's house to describe his puzzling dream of having been a carpenter. The disarray of the house was explained by the fact that in his dream Matteo noticed how his tools were out of order and in need of rearrangement.
Source: Brunelleschi's Dome, Ross King
What the hell was going on in 15th-century Florence. You miss a party and get elaborately mindfucked by a pissed-off goldsmith and his buddy Donatello. Manetto ended up moving to Hungary over this and who can blame him
more games with romance mechanics should have equivalent friendship mechanics and should stop hiding character lore behind specifically romance

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I try not to fall into the "I never liked their work anyway" ditch when an artist/creator reveals themself to be a terrible person
BUT
a feeling I do have and will stand by is "While I enjoyed their work overall I did have some gripes that I overlooked out of affection and whimsy, but now that my loyalty is gone and my affection tainted there is nothing holding me back from enumerating my many grievances, to which the revelations of the creator's shittiness may or may not provide a new and infuriating context."
#such a good summation of this actually#because yeah there’s usually things that were always present#but which were easy to overlook or give the benefit of the doubt#that suddenly become relevant after a revelation about the creator#and it’s really not the same thing as the self-defensive “’I never liked it anyway’
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idk who needs to hear this but it’s healthier for you to just accept that you’re gonna be kinda fat than it is to live the rest of your life miserably trying to monitor yourself to maintain a skinny weight your body doesn’t want to hold onto