#NosePrints

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[heartsmourne]

Realized today that my hair has actually gotten so unreasonably long that I can't bend down without it touching the floor and I have to hold it out of the way when I sit down or I'll sit on it 😭

[phantomrose96]

I don't see Patches looking out the window super often but the noseprints on the glass beg to differ

[hotapplekai]

It's #cafezootober Day 10: Lowland gorilla & Pizza

Cool gorilla fact: Gorilla noseprints are as unique as human fingerprints! We also share around 98% of our DNA with gorillas!

Participating in #cafezootober helps to spread the word about critically endangered species, as well as provides the world with much-needed art featuring these beautiful animals.

[Click to learn more about Lowland Gorillas and how you can help]

[septembersghost]

Does Taylor think acting like a slut is good promo for Slut! as if her fans are so stupid they can't see through the obvious PR stunting or is she this stupid herself and begging to get cancelled and driven back into hiding again. The only reason the public forgave her was not having to see her dumbass antics anymore, the respect she got as an artist was because she wasn't spending all her time being an obnoxious celebrity but nobody has sympathy for this shit anymore lmao

did you know that every single dog's noseprint is entirely unique and as individual and diverse to them as a human fingerprint? their sense of smell is also so powerful that they can detect one teaspoon of sugar in an olympic sized swimming pool. they are wonderful, i love them so very much. i think if you're able to, you should find a cute dog nose to boop. here, i'll help you:

[dialyasuho]

— TEO TORRIATTE , good morning to me 3 months ago

next ; ii. first fifteen thousand meters｜table of contents

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IT WAS September 25th, 1890. People from all over the world gathered at the beach of San Diego for one joint reason. Why you may ask? For the Steel Ball Run race of course! Everyone on this beach had a goal to win this race for one reason or another... but... one person had no intentions to win going into this race. Hell, they didn't even go into this race to survive.

The entire town surrounding the startline at San Diego Beach was bombarded by participants, it was hard to go... anywhere. Avery Evermore rode into town on their trusty steed, Night Rider. They had hoped they made it on time for the beginning of the race AND enough time to actually sign up.

They even came two days in advance to be certain Avery could apply in time! Avery had made sure they had everything they needed to apply... $1,200 USD... check! Night Rider... of course! Race Supplies... double check. Okay! Avery was ready!

Avery made their way over to one of the booths set up for people to enter into the race. It was a box with a chain fence on the window of it with a small slit to pass information from the person and the booth clerk. There were a few counters in a small building on the beach.

Walking up to a free booth with their horse and bag, Avery placed the $1,200 entry fee on the counter.

"When the $1,200 entry fee is paid, there will be no refunds due to personal reasons. The start of the race in two days will be held rain or shine, regardless of accidents. Please sign here to acknowledge the rules," spoke the booth clerk, as he slid the agreement form, "we'll record the rider's fingerprints and horses' noseprints on the starting day. Once recorded, exchange of riders or horses is strictly prohibited."

The booth clerk handed over 2 other things as well towards Avery. "This is your player identification card, Number B-555. Also included is the race commemoration badge," continued the clerk, continuing on with what he has probably said to 100 other eager participants that day... Avery took the identification card and badge, placing the two items in their bag.

Avery grabbed the pen provided and signed their name onto the document: "Avery E." There! Avery was all signed up. They had already made her way outside; heading for a tent to settle in. Just had to wait out the next—

From a few meters over, Avery heard a... fight? There was a generally unremarkable man... and a man with blonde hair wearing a strange hat with holes in it and two green steel balls attached to a chest holster? Ah! It looked like it would become a full on gun duel?!

It was causing quite the commotion... Avery stayed a good bit away from the ordeal but close enough to see what was happening, holding onto the reins of their horse to keep her close.

The blonde man— somehow made the gun shoot the gunner himself! Avery saw there was some sort of rotation that happened to the man's shooting shoulder... Huh. As he was walking off... noticed Avery and he flashed them a smile before chuckling, "Nyo ho~!" Before continuing to walk off? What... a strange man...

Avery made their way to one of the unoccupied tents, they had heard something— Huh?! Johnny Joestar... his legs moved? Avery could have sworn they had moved... but last they heard, he became completely paraplegic! Ah... whatever. As bizarre as it was, it didn't involve them!

Leaving their horse in a pen until the beginning of the race; Avery had set up in one of the unoccupied tents nearby the pens. They knew Night Rider would get a bit antsy if she got lonely... It was probably best to be nearby to ease Night Rider's nerves.

Three hours before the beginning of the race... Avery checked their bag again to make sure they had EVERYTHING THEY NEEDED. They did NOT want to get into the race just to forget something dumb...! Okay so—

What consisted of Avery's items were: a Flint Lock pistol, a rope, a blanket, a horse brush, saddle, towel, a canteen, canned foods, a knife, a pocket mirror, thread and needles, toothbrush and tooth powder, matches, chopsticks, a map, toilet paper, soap, small bottles of shampoo and conditioner, small bag with some small items inside, 2 bandage wraps, medicine, a compass, and a small notebook with a pencil attached.

Okay! Avery was all set! Hm? There was a commotion outside in the horse pen? Johnny Joestar... again? He was trying to get on a supposedly untamable horse— at least... that's what Avery heard a few men say. Ah! There was that blonde man again too! Avery just couldn't stay away from there two huh...? Hm.. was Joestar planning on entering the race? That's what it seemed like to Avery. Whatever he had in mind, they would hope he would succeed! That was the least Avery could do.

Thirty minutes until the beginning of the Steel Ball Run Race began! Avery lined up in their corresponding spot before the start time of the race. Huh... Avery was just about 80 horses away from that blonde man from earlier. They listened intently to Steven Steel's speech from where they were.

"Pfft... heheh," Avery softly giggled at Steven Steel's 'break the ice' joke. Though— Avery had tensed up when they had heard an all too familiar name was competing... Diego Brando. Avery had just hoped they would avoid HIM this ENTIRE race if lucky!

Their eyes followed Johnny as he was dragged by the horse called 'Slow Dancer' Avery believed... Something about Johnny and that other man... something about them drew Avery to them. Avery wondered just why exactly... Then! Johnny Joestar miraculously made it onto the horse in some sort of spinning motion— like a force flung him onto it! Avery saw it with their own eyes!

There was no time to even ponder on that right now though! Avery heard the announcement...

The race... was about to begin.

[horse-fact]

Every horse has it's own unique noseprint.

[regexkind]

One of the clearest indicators that big tech is not aligned with the interest of humanity is that I cannot make my noseprint a valid fingerprint entry on my phone

[punken316]

A starter for @pawpads-and-noseprints

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The dragon glides over the forest, seemingly one with the wind blowing by. The sun is out with a few clouds in the sky, it is a good day for roaming the peaceful woods.

He spies his landing spot in a meadow, and he glides down to it to land, none of the animals there flee when he lands because they know him. They also do not flee when he transforms from a dragon into his human form. Some colorful song birds even land on his outstretched hand as he wanders into the forest, and there they remain chattering away.

He walks this way for a little bit until through the trees he spies a figure. "Hello?" He calls out with a clear voice. "Are you lost?"

[shanti-ashant-hai]

OAKY RANDOM FACT KF TBE DAY IS THAT GORILLAS HAVE UNIQUE NOSE PRINTS JUST LIKE HUMANS HAVE UNIQUE FINGERPRINTS SO U CAN IDENTIFY A GORRILLA BY ITS NOSEPRINT

THIS IS SO CUTE????? YOU COULD BOOP A GORILLA NOSE TO IDENTIFY IT THATS JUST SO WHOLESOME SKJHKSJHSJKSHKSJH

[rowanwolf]

Can I just say, too, my cats are probably my biggest support on a day-to-day basis. I have two: an orange tabby and a black cat.

My orange tabby is the biggest cuddle bug. I am not allowed to leave the entryway of my apartment upon arriving home from work until I have picked him up and cuddled him for as long as he decides he wants cuddled. Otherwise, he follows me through the apartment meowing until I pick him up. He is velcro cat. I basically need a crowbar to pry him off my lap. He's pretty chill and fairly quiet. If he likes you, he will sleep on you, but he hides from strangers. Like a typical cat.

My black cat is a diva and also basically an over-caffeinated ball of flubber with springs for feet masquerading as a cat. She must be the center of attention and loves that people will stop to coo over her because cat on a leash. She screams at me when she doesn't get to go for a walk. She will bring me her leash and harness and sit there and meow loudly. If that doesn't work, sometimes she goes and sits at the door and yowls. She does not understand the concept of "we have a -10°F wind chill today, we are not going outside." She's also very cuddly and very social. She was raised in a shelter and socializes with humans she likes as though they were cats. My glasses are never free of noseprints.

Sometimes there are arguments over whose turn it is to sleep on me. They have such vibrant personalities, too. My orange boy loves water. He doesn't want to be in the water, but if I turn on the kitchen sink, he will practically materialize next to their water bowls. I can have changed their water 5 minutes before, does not matter. My black cat likes to "help" me practice my various instruments. Usually this consists of shoving the instrument out of the way so she can sit in my lap with it. She straight up lays on top of my dulcimer. She'll chase my trombone slide and try to gnaw on it. They both like when I get down on all fours and roll around on the floor with them.

There's really no point to this post, I just haven't felt well and my cats are one of the few things that make me feel like maybe I can manage one more day of being a functional creature.

[cascowriteswords]

what tatts did you get? can we see em

i got my dogs noseprint on my ribs and a horse skull on my forearm :)

[solfinch]

other things in life have gotten easier

but

not this

im sorry i didnt love you harder

im sorry i didnt take more pictures videos mementos more time with you

i keep your noseprints on my window as an echo of your soul. your water bowl, forever still and empty. your fur, persistently embedded into every fibre of my being and my home.

maybe we’ll meet again,

someday.

[kdawn0201]

Dog noses (and noseprints) at the front door waiting for us to finish snow chores

Snow-covered (empty) bee hives bookending the pump house - 3 new colonies will be installed this spring. Weather station instruments on top confirm it is cold out there! Donkey shed in the middle has turned out to be a very useful little outbuilding for shelter and hay/straw/feed/equipment storage

[adorkabletwilightandfriends]

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[sidetongue]

ok this time we’re up tall, but limpy leg made an appearance