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throws Corvus at you and skitters back into darkness

I don't know how the armor or clothing or birds or skulls work, I'm just vibing with the shadowy birb man.

I love him too much. Sir I'm still mourning over my previous fictional man, how dare you just steal my heart like so. That is quite rude. Please continue.

inspired by @yearofdoodles teen girl ART series, its really cute and speaks to the little Lisa Frank-obsessed kid in me

Surreal insect paintings by Nathiola on Reddit (Posted with permission!)

Elements of Ecology. 1954.

The appearance of the photophores of the deep sea fish stoplight loosejaw and of the luminous discharge of the shrimp Acanthephyra purpurea in the inky blackness of the deep ocean.

Choerosaurus dejageri, the permian therocephalian with a funny face.

Turtle Quilt by Laurraine Yuyama

It didn’t work. It didn’t save her. But it’s so very possible that he spent his last moments alive trying to save someone else, one of his crew, and they probably both knew that it wouldn’t work, that there wasn’t a lot of hope in a blizzard on the lakes in November, but he tried … he tried anyway. Even if it did nothing but maybe make her body easier for her family to find.

You know that Mr Rogers thing of ‘look for the helpers’? How many times has someone, facing the end, done something tiny and fragile and maybe hopeless just to try and help someone else? Whether it works or not. How many people went to their graves at least trying?

That has to say something about us. As a people. As monstrous as we sometimes (perhaps often) are, so many times we were also …

Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.

And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no getting out of this for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.