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Mark, today I bring you squirrel news just published today in Nature Communications! Work on ancient DNA traces in fossilized ground squirrel scat from as old as 700,000 year ago found evidence of grasses, flowering herbs, spiders, insects, mammoths, bison and horses... anyway, I thought you'd enjoy a squirrel fact of the day!
I do. Feel free to share Squirrel facts with me.
so what you're gonna do is you're gonna trim the top off a bulb of garlic, using the knife's edge to take off the tip of every individual clove, that's important. you're gonna place the garlic face-up in a square of tinfoil, drizzle with olive oil, wrap completely in foil, place in baking tray, repeat with a copious amount of garlic bulbs. you're gonna put that baking tray in an oven set to 375-400°F, for 30-50 minutes, until soft and browned. you're gonna toast some good bread, slather generously with butter and honey, maybe a tiny lil bit o' salt. and then. you're gonna SQUEEZE. OUT. THAT. ROASTED GARLIC. onto the butter honey toast. and you're gonna eat it. food stolen directly from the plate of the gods. that's what you're gonna do.
the garlic. it beckons you
It occurs to me that "1920s gangster doing a cooking show while holding you at gunpoint" is an untapped market.
We've had normal cooking shows. Now we need period piece cooking shows in character.
I would watch 14 seasons of this!
Old dogs, and new tricks. (18+ MDNI)
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Price had been hearing it for weeks.
“Old dog’s can’t learn new tricks, price” Soap would grin across the table. Ghost’s low chuckle followed like smoke. “Bet the missus is bored stiff, Captain.”
Price never rose to the clear ragebait in front of the boys, but the words..stuck. You were younger, gorgeous, and God— always eager for him… yet a small, ugly part of him wondered if they were right. He’d never exactly been the adventurous type in bed—solid, thorough, but not… inventive.
So he cornered Gaz one night after drills.
“Need a favor, Sergeant.”
Gaz raised an eyebrow. “Sir?”
Price rubbed the back of his neck, face already red with what he could only pin as embarrassment. “You’re good with the ladies. I want lessons. Real ones.”
Gaz blinked, then a slow, wicked grin spread. “You want a demonstration, Captain?”
Price’s jaw flexed. “Please..”
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do most people actually have a thing in their brain that tells them to drink water before their mouth goes dry and they have a headache. is that real. i have been told that headache is not supposed to be the primary sign of being thirsty but that sounds fake to me.
I have an office job and have an outlook reminder setup every half hour to hydrate. Weekends are a krap shoot.
There's an endangered harpy at the rescue center called Ash. Due to a malformed wing, he has grown up around humans and is relatively tame. Mating season is approaching; he wants to start a family. However, his breed is so rare that none of the rescue centers around the country has a mate for him. This has made him very unhappy, and he spends most of his time practicing his mating call and gathering feathers to build nests that will never be used. The only time he's distracted somewhat is when you sit in his exhibit with him. Then he'll usually perch close by, preen himself, and fall asleep.
One day, your rescue center gets a very special admission: an orphaned baby harpy. She's a feral ball of fluffy feathers and attitude, snapping at you when you attempt to feed her. You're the one who suggests introducing her to your resident harpy. It's a huge risk because harpies aren't known for adopting and are more likely to attack orphaned young than care for them. You're enlisted for the task, seeing as Ash tolerates you the most. You step into his exhibit with the screaming little bundle, and Ash reacts with suspicion and alarm, his feathers lifting in a defensive display. He stays on his perch high above for nearly ten minutes, eyeing you doubtfully.
When he finally swoops down, he doesn't just find a lower branch. He lands on the ground in front of you with a thump. He's just as tall as you are, piercing eyes level with yours. That's somewhat terrifying. He leans down for a closer look at what you're holding, and you're not even sure he gets a good look at it. All he sees is feathers and something small, and he lets out a hoot of joy and snatches the bundle right out of your arms.
Even the baby harpy is surprised, letting out a peep of alarm as she's carried some thirty feet high and placed in a nest. Her small squeaks of alarm quiet down almost immediately, turning into chirps of contentment as her new father tucks her against his warm body. You stand there, watching happily until your neck starts to ache. Finally, a success story.
🩷🩷🩷 I needed this
Very few times in his life has gaz been given a direct order from his spouse, and every single time he treats it with the urgency of a mission.
He has never once failed any of your requests....until today, it seems.
"Gaz, baby, you better come home smelling like that tomorrow." You had whispered in his ear last night after hours of sex. Not that you two never fucked, but he swears you were trying to kill him that night, face tucked into the crook of his neck.
Gaz doesn't want to admit defeat, but he's crawled through the entire base. Sniffing everything like a fucking dog trying to identify what smell had rubbed off on him. He didn't leave base, followed his normal schedule yesterday, so eventually he should find it.
He's in the middle of helplessly sniffing soap bottles in the hopes he accidentally grabbed someone else's when ghost walks in, post–...whatever he does to workout. He raises a brow at gaz sniffing the soap bottle, but says nothing.
Gaz knows ghost wont say shit about it, given everything he's walked in on ghost doing and—
Wait.
....gaz takes a much to obvious sniff in ghosts general direction.
....that's the smell. Gaz remembers the sparring he did yesterday, how ghost seemed very keen on grapples that time. The smell that had you jumping gazs bones last night was the smell of his lieutenant covered in dirt and sweat.
Gaz contemplates for a moment, looks ghost up and down. He's far from a turn-off, thats for sure. Easily both of your types.
"Hey, L.t...ever had a threesome?"
Okay now imagine cane corso!ghost bonding with terrier!reader
You were so excited to learn you'd be with another dog hybrid, contrary to popular belief they aren't all that common in higher ranks.
For once, you get to have someone who understands you instincts and doesn't scoff at your social behaviors. You get someone to maybe-hopefully pack bond with and not have to explain what that is. You finally get someone high energy to run and play with—
And it turns out he's a giant, sleepy, boring dog.
Lieutenant riley does little more than give you a sniff when he first meets you, a sleepy rumble low in his chest before meandering off. Not what you expected, but it's still nice to bond with him.
Ghost, as it turns out, is a great packmate. He's willing to indulge your more hyper moods, and when he isn't?
"Fuckin' settle down, pup." Ghost grunts, grabbing you by the scruff and tossing you to the floor of the rec room. You barely get a moment to recover before 300+ pounds of dog hybrid lie atop you, pinning you down heavily.
Not matter how hard you bark and growl, ghost just rumbles in his half-sleep, tail slowly wagging.
Without fail, it always seems to make you sleepy too. All that high energy you can never deal with settling right down into a foggy peace, enjoying your packmate on top of you and his scent so close, your own tail wagging.
Which is how the team find you an hour later, happily sleeping under the crushing weight if ghost while he absently watches the birds outside.
Makes complete sense, I love it!
I love him even more now

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Thank you. I hope everybody thinks this
anyway hoping that the generative AI bubble pops so disastrously that the tech industry becomes allergic to anything involving it for the next 1,000 years
I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.
sometimes it just ends up being something like
ITS BACK
@hellsite-hall-of-fame
It takes something away when I have to figure out the logistics lol
MR. CAVILL will see you now
May I add
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I need to cuddle with Walter
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a CRITTER? Carrying a BERRY?? Across a BRAMBLE VINE?????
i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic
rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich