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Claire Keane
Sade Olutola
Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day

titsay

izzy's playlists!

tannertan36
AnasAbdin
we're not kids anymore.

Discoholic 🪩
Three Goblin Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Sweet Seals For You, Always

#extradirty
will byers stan first human second
Show & Tell

oozey mess
DEAR READER
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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out of curiosity, how many books have you read this year
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1-5
6-10
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21-25
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31-35
36-40
41-45
45-50
over 50

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I will take your fantasy genitalia setting and ask ☝️ how does intersexness fit into this model. A/b/o dynamics except somebody's in kind of a grey area and has to navigate the medical system and social roles and the political implications of both. Wait come back. Play toys with me
"Isn't being in-between just a beta" no. I'm adjusting the hormone levels like I'm pouring little vials into each other. My glowing omegaverse erlenmeyer flask
I’m sorry my lovelies but the reason you hate yourself is because you treat you like shit. If you came up to me and then told me I was a fuck up who could never do anything right I'd fucking hate you too.
if you didn't let me go to bed until after midnight because you'd rather watch Netflix than let me rest, and then got mad at me for not being productive the next day I'd be PISSED
You keep calling me a fatass but you tell other overweight people they’re beautiful? Why do you keep shitting on MY weight, then?
Oh? It’s different if it’s me? Wow fuck you too
Love is a verb! Self love isn’t a warm fuzzy feeling, it is compassion and action in support of yourself!
And yes, this includes having compassion for the bully in your head. Unfortunately that part is also you and deserves as much of your understanding as the rest of you.
please forgive me for the person i will become when ao3 goes down for twenty hours for maintenance
Miscommunication: I told you the appointment was at 7, and you thought I meant 7am when I actually meant pm.
Misunderstanding: I said the appointment was at 7 and check-in is half an hour early, meaning I had to be there at 6:30, but you thought I meant that the appointment was at 7:30 and I had to be there at 7.
Obfuscation: I said that I have appointments at 4, 7 and 9 today and then a handful more tomorrow, nothing is too important, no worries.
Lack of Communication: I won't tell you when the appointment is, if I've even told you there's an appointment at all.
Lie: I said that the appointment was at 5.
Gaslighting: What do you mean I told you the appointment was at 5? it was always at 7. I definitely never told you 5. You've been getting confused about a lot of things like this lately, are you sure you're okay? Maybe you need more sleep, or you should consider seeing a doctor. I'm worried about you.

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The Queen has requested that everybody with a knighthood attend a meeting at Windsor Castle. Speaking to the sizeable crowd of ageing actors and retired musicians, she explains why - The dragons are back, and she expects that every knight will do his duty.
Everyone turns and looks at Ian McKellen.
“Oh Christ,” he says. “If only Christopher Lee were still here. Then we might have a chance.”
Dame Judi Dench stands up and cracks her knuckles. “Fine, then, if you’re all too chicken… come on, Maggie, let’s do this.”
@elfhawk3
Dame Helen Mirren simply stands, and everyone turns to look at her. She curtsies perfectly, and murmurs, “If I may Your Majesty, a few questions.” The Queen inclines her head graciously. “Thank you. Is there information about dragons, their preferred habitats, behaviors, and their social structure if any, that is credible and might put us at a better advantage? Also, if we might have information about their current whereabouts and disposition, please.” At a glance from the queen, an exhausted-looking Prince Harry steps forward and reports. “Cattle and sheep are disappearing or being mauled along the Orkneys & outer Hebrides, Dame Helen. From what we can tell, the females are larger than the males, and lead most of the hunts. Our current theory is that there has been less property or loss of human life damage than might be because it seems as if as if they’re training their young to hunt and focusing on livestock.” “How was this information obtained?” Dame Judi asks. “Tell us you never went up in your chopper and did the reconnaissance yourself.” “Never, ma’am.” he says, his dimples appearing. “We used drones.” Dames Judi and Helen nod in approval, and Maggie adds wryly, “Ma’am? You most definitely outrank her, Your Highness. She only played a few queens.” A ripple of not entirely comfortable laughter runs through the room. When it ends, the Queen says, “A soldier knows generals when he sees them.” She turns to Dame Helen. “Your thoughts, Dame Helen. What resources do you require?” Helen’s spine goes straight, she trembles the slightest bit, and she bows her head, accepting it, squares her shoulders, and says to Harry, “To recap: possibly matrilineal pack…pride…clutch..flight of dragons has been hunting along the northwestern shores of Scotland.” “We’re using a flight of dragons, ma’am, and yes.” “On holiday or settling in?” Helen adds. Prince Harry winces a little, “We tried to follow them back to see where they were nesting, but… “Firebreathers,” Queen Elizabeth interjects. “Firebreathers the size of an aircraft carrier.” Harry nods soberly. “We’ve noted that they’ve only done so when followed by a drone, and over water…and the final footage from them supports the theory of teaching the young - about the size of a Range Rover - to hunt…and fight.” Everyone takes a long beat to absorb that. “Right,” Helen says, jerking everyone straight with the sound of her voice alone. “Alternative methods for defense? Can’t have planes getting slagged out of the sky, can we?” She turns and asks the queen briskly to the queen, “Your Majesty, does magic exist?” Everyone sort of helplessly turns Dame Maggie, who, at a nod from the Queen says softly, “I’ll call Jo.” Helen pales a bit. “Thank you. Next question. The Good Neighbors?” (fae) Harry grimaces, “David Bowie was our last liaison and a replacement has not been made known to us.” Elton John stands, “I can make some inquiries.” When everyone looks at him, he says, hollow, “They like musicians.”
Nodding approvingly, Helen says, “And those who appreciate the natural world. Judi, you’re the closest thing I know to a druid, back him up, and gather a delegation, see if Bowie left some reports or notes, and prepare for a fact-and-potential-aid-finding mission. And get some good lawyers, if memory serves the Good Neighbors drive hard bargains.” Sir David Attenborough rises with a self-deprecating cough, “I am an honorary Druid…I have some connections that might prove useful with reliable historical information.” “You awful thing,” Judi grouses, “Druids and you never said! But come along then.”
“Maggie,” Helen says, “Magic. We need options if negotiations fail. I’d prefer defensive if we can, but we should prepare. And you need a team.”
Dame Maggie looks over there group and holds her hand out. A small golden light appears. “Here be dragons. I know this is not the done thing, not in public, but If those able and willing to serve would send me their calling cards….mine will come to you automatically.” Eyes open in wonder and jaws drop as a tiny golden ball flies from the Queen’s hand to Dame Maggie’s. “Our line does not have a great deal of innate magic left, save one, but Our library is at your disposal, Dame Margaret.” After the Queen outed herself as magic user, tiny golden orbs streak across the room, generally positive murmurs here and there as someone openly formed the ball of light in their palm. Soon, Dame Maggie had a diadem of tiny orbs circling her head, and managed to encourage them all to nestle in her bag, the previous contents hastily emptied into someone’s lap. “And your needs, Dame Helen?” Queex Elizabeth asked. “Dragon snacks and diplomats,” she begins bluntly and is interrupted by a wave of nervous laughter, which is ruthlessly squelched by twin glares from the Queen and Helen. “Cattle, sheep, I think, perhaps some pig and goats for a change, and I need them headed for the Scotish coast - there are not sufficient numbers in the area - as unobtrusively as possible. We need a central location close to…” Prince Harry began shaking his head immediately, “The closest air bases are former RAF facilities that are radar stations now, ma’am, and not as fortified as I’d like for this. Best let them keep ferrying information from Saxa Vord in the Shetlands, and we’ve evacuated the Ministry of Defence station in the Hebrides, along with most of the population.” “Balmoral,” Queen Elizabeth says. “Ambassadors need somewhere to negotiate, entertain, and impress and it is close enough. And the grounds are both secure and large enough to host one of those larger dragons.” After blinking twice, Dame Helen inclines her head at being offered one of the royal family’s private homes. “That is most kind, Your Majesty.” She adds gently “I need an Executive Officer sort, preferably someone already in the know who won’t balk at magic or druids or fae as well as dragons, charming but capable, and a liaison between the knights and the Royal Family. And a pilot, who can ferry us quickly to the coast if need be.” There is a long pause as the Queen considers this request, then she looks up at her grandson who is beaming down at her crookedly. If the Queen of England rolled her eyes, her expression says, she’d be rolling them now. She nods, and everyone can see the concerned but proud grandmother in her gaze. Prince Harry Windsor turns and offers Helena Mirren a salute. A glowing orb of light forms on his palm and flies to circle the dame’s head. “Volunteering for duty, Dame Helen.” “He’s not much for defensive spells as of yet,” Queen Elizabeth says, with the patience of a longsuffering tutor with a beloved student. “But he does…” “Know how to be charming in tense situations and can pick locks a treat.” Helen plucks the orb from the air and lets it circle curiously around her palm, “Then cry God for Harry,” she says lightly, in relieved and gracious acceptance. “For England,” Judi says, emphatic and softly intense. “And St. George,” Maggie finishes firmly.
I seriously love you Mx. Bead-bead
You KNOW the minute Harry showed up I had to had to HAD TO use that line to end it. SOMEHOW. :) <3
If I were an evil emperor in a fantasy world, I would have a an enormous aviary full of exotic birds that are exceptionally well cared for. They would be from a distant enough land that there would be very few people in my kingdom that knew much about them, they would be a friendly but not overly territorial species, and moderately intelligent. Like puffins. They would not, crucially, be able to imitate sounds and 'speak', but they would be very trainable and curious. Occasionally importing new birds for my aviary would be the Big Frivolous Indulgence that my political enemies make fun of.
I will also have a sorceror in my employ. When a hero or a renegade or a political rival is in a situation where I can safely kill them, they will instead be turned into a bird and added to my aviary. I would not brag about this; it would be a complete secret, known only to me and my sorceror. In situations where I capture multiple people working together, only one would go in the aviary;the others can be imprisoned or killed or whatever. If they escape and I reacquire them later, another one can go in the aviary. The point here is that nobody going in the aviary can safely assume that another bird in there is their teammate.
Because I would be trickling real birds in there, too. And I would train some of them to do 'intelligent' things like tap out prime numbers or scratch shapes into the dirt with their beaks. I would train some of them to pick at the locks and bars as if they were trying to escape. I would not train them all the same way, or train many of them at all.
Sometimes, a new bird goes into the aviary -- fellow revolutionary? Or just a bird? Is it trying to communicate to you that it's human, or just being friendly and imitating you because that's what smart friendly birds do? People would develop opinions and theories over time. They'd amass in a group of the smartest ones, pretty sure that they're closest four or five friends are humans, are using their invented little language of wing-flaps and trills with a human mind behind it... but can they ever really be sure?
Most people, when going into the aviary, would assume that all of the birds are captured enemies. So why are some of them hard to have ongoing communication with, to learn about, to plan with? Are these the natural communication barriers of someone in a bird body, or does being a bird make them stupider over time? Will that happen to them also?
Sometimes, if I capture a pair, I'll imprison them separately, then turn one into a bird and put them in the aviary at the same time as a real bird that's trained to have a couple of their partner's mannerisms.
When I interact with the birds, even in private, I won't secretly mock them or make clever veiled references to their past or act at all like I remember that they were once human. They are my birds, that I imported at great expense. And I've brought a treat for them; some fresh fruit, and another friend to share it with! A new bird!
Or is it?
I would also humiliate my cabinet for my own amusement by buying them all gifts of obviously oversized shoes and watching then hobble around uncomfortably on their clown feet all the time out of fear of offending me. Trump's horrible but that's a top notch evil move right there. God that's a stellar minor abuse of power, if I become an evil emperor I'm stealing that.
did i tell you guys i failed at being sexually harassed at work today?
okay so, guy at work, who i find out afterwards is famous at this place for being a sex pest, comes up and starts with what i also learn is his favorite opener to conversations where he’s going to be a sex pest, namely: “Do you know where the term ‘blow job’ comes from?”
and here he made his first fatal error. his moment of hubristic sex pesting. because of course i know where the term blow job comes from, i love learning about sex and the history of sexual terms! i know so much about oral sex that i could write a book on it!
y'all need to relearn the word erratic and stop using schizophrenic/bipolar/psychotic as a replacement
y'all need to relearn the word particular and stop using ocd as a replacement
People need to relearn the word "egocentric" and stop using narcissist/narc as a replacement.
People need to relearn the word "impulse" and stop using "intrusive thought" as a replacement
People need to relearn the word “imaginative” and stop using “delusional” as a replacement

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Chocolate Guy's Wario
if you’re having a bad day, here’s a cute little marching band
It just keeps going and getting better. *^^*
Me two minutes ago: “cry with joy? an animation of cats playing instruments made someone cry with joy?”
Me now: (sobs into a tissue) “OH MY GOD THAT ONE IS PLAYING TWO RECORDERS AT THE SAME TIME” (blows nose)
CAT PARADE IS BACK
ALWAYS reblog Cat Parade! 💕💕💕
And one of them has a little duck on its head 🤣
I’ve been blessed with the kitty marching band! I love them 💚🥰
GIVE YOURSELF A 2 MINUTE PRESENT.
YOU DESERVE TO STOP AND EXPERIENCE A SIMPLE JOY.
RULE NO. 1 OF WOUND CARE: ignore itttt :33
RULE NO. 2 OF WOUND CARE: go swimming!! in a pond or especially a public pool :)
WHO TF ARE YOU?!?!?!
The pettiness is just 👌😂
Sound on! Sound on!
theres a lot of teehee'ing about autistic people needing things to be specific and whatever but i really do think everyone (allistics) could benefit from learning to communicate better and be more specific about things. miscommunication problems suck soooo bad and they can be reduced with a little more effort, like being more specific. who cares if its awkward or blocky if it means you both understand each other properly? i think its really important. personally i Need to be understood and being specific helps a lot i think.

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My brother randomly told me something that really made me think.
About what "Protect the youth" has become. Idk what it was like in other countries and I know that it very likely could have been stricter than it was in my country back then. But generally:
He was like "When I was 16, there were two kinds of adult content: Horror movies and explicitly depicted sexual content. The first made me have nightmares, the latter generally wasn't of much interest to me because it wasn't something I, as a 16 year old, could relate to. And other sexual content that was helpful and interesting WAS freely accessible. So whenever I saw an "18+" label somewhere, I just completely ignored that content because I knew it wouldn't be interesting at all to me.
But NOW, what's declared 18+ is even an excessive amount of swear words in streams! NOW, when I see an "18+" label, I don't know if it's horror movies that'll give some 16 year olds nightmares, if it's completely unrelatable porn, OR if it's educational sex ed, a 20 year old talking about their really healthy relationship with their partner (that includes intimacy), education about consent in BDSM (which affects 16 year olds as well, there's no age limit to curiosity), a live stream of wholesome musicians who happen to drink a couple of beers during kind of therapeutic talks, or simply people who aren't puritans and say "fuck" a lot! An 18+ label isn't worth anything anymore!"
And yeah... That's just it.
People who talk about body changes during their (first!) puberty are even labelled adult content. Even though puberty very much happens BEFORE adulthood. It's helpful content for minors. And it's labelled "adult" to "protect the youth".
Nothing means anything anymore.
i'm going to argue that chronically online and chronically on phone are two different things actually. the phone internet is different from the real internet and companies are trying desperately to make the real internet more like the phone internet... and they're sadly succeeding. hope this makes sense and if it doesn't oh well