i've achieved my final form

imagine having to defend yourself against a sea monster and your only weapon is a pair of chopsticks attached to your face

SQUEEZES YOUR HEAD. GO AWAY

correct me if i'm wrong, but i don't see any good reason for institutions to hoard thousands of photos taken by people who are no longer alive, keep them hidden, and then make money from access and from people wanting to use them for their own projects or any other purpose. these images are part of our shared history, not commodities. they should be seen, not stay hidden.

"rocky when an activity requires zero rockys" but it's just the book scene where rocky is literally bouncing off the walls while grace stares at the clock for ten minutes

hey don't cry. on december 3, 1926, agatha christie went missing for eleven days and because the uk police didn't know what to do they recruited sir arthur conan doyle, creator of master detective sherlock holmes, but all he did was conduct a séance to try and contact her distressed spirit

rocky always yells “enrichment for grace! enrichment for grace!” when he has a new invention to make the humans time more interesting on erid. grace, while appreciative, replies ‘I know I’m in a zoo enclosure but could we maybe not call it that? I feel like a bear getting thrown a pumpkin covered in peanut butter.’ rocky simply gives him a thumb, not wanting to explain that a significant amount of the population sees grace as the celebrity savior scientist who rocky keeps as a controversially young trophy wife and publicly lavishes in gifts

I know this is literally impossible without making the Patagotitan/Argentinosaurus huge or the Bee Hummingbird smaller than a lego stud, but I still dream of an accurate dinosaur toy line that includes birds where everything is to scale with each other. it's the dream, okay. I want to put a tiny lego stud sized bee hummingbird toy on top of a titanosaur head. it's the damn dream.

If a bee hummingbird is 5mm, argentinosaurus would be 3 meters big :)

I do not in fact see a problem with this

And of course the second part of the tragedy, which is: which quadrant did you think you were in vs. which one you were really in