#Pill Identification

[viheaga]

Pill Identification

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[identifying-isopods-in-posts]

test to see if I can figure out how to make a pinned post

edit: it worked! hi! I identify isopods in posts.

I am not an expert (although that would be a wonderful job), just an autistic guy who really likes isopods

I am least familiar with aquatic and ocean species, so if you a mistake there feel free to correct. I also struggle with porcellio species, so I might mix up scaber and laevis every once in a while

asks are open if you want me to identify a pod for you, feel free to tag me in a post

I have one isopod culture (don’t have space for much more) that I have had for around 5 years. They started out as A. vulgare and A. nasatum (back when I couldn’t tell the difference), but are now just A. vulgares. Love the little guys let me know if you want a low quality picture of them

[nest-o-rats]

that’s a lovely addition, BUT. those are not actually the same bug.

(just a note that i’m going off general common names for these bugs. there are specific examples of each species with scientific names that i don’t know like OP does)

the friend in the first post was a rolly polly, or pillbug. of the two main varieties terrestrial isopods, these are the ones that most people think of. note that they have their legs tucked nice and neatly under their bodies, their back is rounded, and most importantly, they roll up into a ball when spooked.

The other main variety of terrestrial isopod is a sowbug, or woodlouse, and that’s the lovely friends helping with your bio lab. sowbugs look very similar to rolly polies at first glance, but there’s a couple key differences. their legs splay out more from their bodies, their bodies are actually pretty flat and don’t have the characteristic roundness of a pillbug, and here’s the big one: they can’t roll up (so how could it be a ROLLY poly?). it can be harder to see on some individuals than others, but sowbugs have two little appendages sticking out from their rear.

like i said, these are just generalized common names for the two. there are actually thousands of individual species of terrestrial isopods, but unless i’m wrong the two overlying varieties are just woodlice/sowbugs and rolly polies/pillbugs.

Common pill woodlouse, Armadillidium vulgare, Armadillidiidae

Native to Europe, and especially the Mediterranean basin, this species is now found throughout the world.

Photos by pfau_tarleton

[charred-rat]

Quiz Time! What type of bug is this?

if you said roly-poly or pillbug, you’re close but not quite right. This is a roly-poly:

What’s the difference? There are two common terrestrial isopods: the Sow Bug or Woodlouse, like in the first picture, and the Pill Bug, or Roly-Poly. They are the only two crustaceans that live their entire lives on land and look similar, so if you got them mixed up don’t worry about it, it’s an easy mistake.

The Roly Poly got its nickname for its ability to curl up in a little ball when it gets spooked, but Sow Bugs can’t do that. A Roly Poly will have more of a rounded shape, and his little legs will usually be tucked nice and neat under him. A Sow Bug is a little flatter, and often his legs will stick out a little further from his body. Sow Bugs also have two little appendages that stick out by it’s butt, and Roly Polys don’t have that.

These little dudes like to live in moist hidden areas like under logs and rocks, and munch on decaying matter. Neither one is any harm to people, they can’t bite or sting, they don’t infest pantries or food, and they won’t harm wood. There is no harm in them, so if you see these little guys in your house don’t hurt them, they probably just like your cool dark basement. You can take him outside and set him under some damp leaves.

source

[radgeorgie]

do any bug lovers know who this lovely lady with very big antennas is?

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Processing the Crime Scene

The following is a brief procedural guideline for collecting and preserving physical evidence at the scene of a crime.

Clear the area: Clear all except essential and authorized persons from the crime-scene area. This includes all officers who are not needed for specific functions. The more people present, the more chance for damage or loss of evidence.

Use a systematic approach: Use caution when searching for evidence. Study the whole crime-scene area first, since the relationship of different exhibit positions may be important. Systematically cover the crime scene so that nonobvious or hidden evidence is not overlooked. Speed and carelessness may lead to overlooking evidence or to the damage or destruction of important exhibits.

Limit the number of evidence collectors: Designate one, or at most a pair, of officers to collect all evidence. This places responsibility on specific individuals. It will also tend to avoid confusion at some later date as to who recovered specific items and where they were found. [Author's note: This does not mean that only one person should search. Rather, it means that in the search team, one person should be responsible for collecting the finds.]

Photograph the evidence: Take photographs as necessary prior to moving or securing exhibits.

Use common sense: Use knowledge, experience and intelligence in collecting evidence. Consider what significance the exhibit may have and what examinations the laboratory may conduct. With this in mind, the trained investigator will normally be able to correctly secure and preserve the exhibits.

Keep accurate records: Prepare notes or other records as items are collected. Record the item, its condition (if appropriate), the exact location relative to a fixed and permanent position, the date, the time, etc.

Mark the exhibits: Place permanent and distinctive marks directly on the objects collected if this is possible without damaging the evidence.

Mark the containers: When unable to mark the exhibit itself, such as in the case of stains, hair, paint, etc., place the evidence in a vial or small plastic or paper envelope, then seal and mark the container. Even when the exhibit itself can be marked, it is usually advisable to seal it in some kind of container and place additional identification marks on the container.

Keep the markings brief: Initials or the name of the officer collecting the evidence is essential. In marking containers, other pertinent data can be included, such as date, location where found, case number and description of the exhibit. Do not include extraneous information or conclusions of the investigator since these might render the label inadmissible as evidence in court.

Use proper containers:

Plastic or cellophane envelopes are excellent for small objects that are not organic in nature.

Paper envelopes are used for organic evidence (body fluids, biological evidence, etc.). Note: Air dry all evidence items before packaging. Seal all corners adequately if very small or powdery material is enclosed. It is preferable to place the latter in plastic envelopes. Do not use paper envelopes for fiber evidence as the paper itself may contain fibers and thus contaminate the evidence.

Vials, pill boxes, capsules and like containers are frequently suitable, depending upon the exhibit and its condition.

Garments and large exhibits can be placed in bags or rolled in paper.

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[hargreeves-duncan]

Hello! I know that you’ve been getting a lot of Five requests, so I hope this isn’t over doing it, but can I request Five x reader where they get to Hotel Oblivion (s3), reader gives him like, a spa day? Just because reader knows he bf went through so much to make sure they’re all safe and wanted to make sure he’s okay and well taken care of

a/n: anon, i love you for requesting this, you’re not overdoing it at all! this was super sweet to write!! hope you all enjoy some piping fresh (and not very well proof-read) content😚

summary: self-care at the end of the world

warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, swearing

word count: 2.6k

The end of the world as you know it is no easy pill to swallow, and for a man who had spent his entire life trying to put a stop to it, it’s even less so. Since the identification of the Kugelblitz, Five hadn’t stopped running around, searching for every solution to prevent the apocalypse. So far, he had found nothing.

Lately, he had been shorter with everyone, and you were determined to do something to help him relax. After all, he had put so much into keeping you and his siblings safe all these years, most of the time at his own expense. You wanted to find the perfect way to comfort him, and you had just the plan to do so.

That morning, you came downstairs to the lobby, bright and early. Despite this fact, Five was already up and ready - perched at the bar with a cup of coffee.

You approached him with a warm smile on your face, “Good morning!”

He looked up, and his face softened almost immediately, “Good morning to you too.”

Just before you hopped onto the stool beside him, he tugged it closer to his own. He looked you up and down with an amused smile, “You look extremely chipper this morning.”

“That’s because I am.” You smiled proudly as you placed a keycard on the table.

He raised an eyebrow, sceptically, examining the keycard, “417? What exactly is this for?”

“For a room here.” You continued and he smirked slightly.

“Love, you do realise that we already have a room here? One that we’ve been sleeping in for the last four days?” He said, gently tapping the corner of the keycard on the table to justify his point.

“No, well, yeah, but this room is different. It’s the spa.” You said, eyes flickering up to meet his nervously. You couldn’t help but fear that he would think you an idiot for even suggesting it.

“I suppose, one day of relaxation couldn’t hurt.” Five mused, sitting up. He looked down at you, noticing how increasingly excited you grew as he spoke.

He sighed, smiling to himself, “Alright, I’m in. Should be a nice break for the two of us.” He said, leaning down to peck your cheek.

You grinned excitedly, biting your lip, “Okay, you keep that.” You said, pointing at the keycard still grasped between Five’s fingers, “I’m going to go set everything up, so, come up in like… twenty minutes?”

He watched as you got down, hurrying away hastily to prepare. He nodded, chuckling, “Alright, twenty minutes. Got it.”

**************************************************

Twenty minutes later, the door to the spa opened, and Five found you standing, looking like a proud child beside their science fair project, in the totally transformed room.

You had decorated it with sprinkles of confetti and tiny, heart-shaped specks of glitter. It looked like something out of a rom-com, but since you were the one who put it together, Five couldn’t care less how cliche it was.

The wooden table beside you had a red tablecloth placed over it, and on top of that, a wooden tray with two porcelain mugs, a teapot, two champagne flutes, a rather expensive-looking bottle of champagne, and a little note.

Five was almost sure that you had written some sweet notion on it.

Or, better yet, perhaps it was a quote from the latest book you had been reading. He had been the one to recommend it to you, of course. It was a collection of translated French poetry. Some might say pretentious, he said romantic.

Peering into the neighbouring rooms, Five could see the equipment you had carefully prepared for the day’s spa treatments. He knew you must have put a lot of thought into what would be on your itinerary.

As he took everything in the room in, his heart swelled with affection for you. For his entire life, he had tried so hard to make sure that everyone was cared for all the time, especially you, and seeing you put in all this effort just for him had him feeling more grateful than ever that he had you by his side.

“Thank you,” he said gently as he took your hands into his, fingers tracing over your knuckles.

“You’re welcome.” You beamed up at him. He brushed your hair away from the side of your face to cup it with one hand. He pressed a delicate kiss to your lips, and as he slipped his hand down, reaching for your hip, he instead met cloth.

He pulled back, raising an eyebrow, and then glanced down at the bathrobe in your hands that you were holding up to him, like an offering, as you grinned, “Here, you have to have the whole spa treatment.”

“Oh? The whole spa treatment, huh? Okay.” He chuckled fondly, taking the robe from you, “And will you be joining me in wearing this get-up?” He asked with a sly smile as he began to get changed into the robe.

“Of course.” You hummed, sliding your shirt off and slipping into a robe of your own. When Five turned back around, the two of you were matching in your fluffy white gowns. The sight of you was, certainly, a pleasant one.

“What’s first on the agenda then, oh, wife of mine?” Five smiled, hands slipping around your waist.

“Mm…” You paused, thinking about it, your mind a little hazy under his touch. Your gaze drifted back to the table, “Drinks.” You said decisively, making your way to them.

“What do we have here then?” He didn’t truly need to ask; you had told him more times than he could count about the herbal tea they served at your local spa, but he loved listening to you talk, so he asked anyway.

“This is that herbal tea I was telling you about! I didn’t think that I would be able to find any, but they had a bunch of it stocked up in the back room!” You gushed.

“Well, isn’t that just perfect?” Five smiled, pecking your lips again as he slung an arm around your shoulder, “And the champagne?”

“I don’t know, it just felt like a spa-y drink.” You laughed softly, and he chuckled, pulling you closer.

“I see….” He smirked fondly, pecking your cheek. You rolled your eyes, smiling.

“You know what I mean, though, don’t you?” You asked him, noticing his condescending tone.

He nodded, smiling, “I do.”

You nodded approvingly and poured a glass for each of you. You slipped a flute into his hand.

Five took a sip of his champagne, savouring the taste. Then, he looked down at you, mischief swirling in his eyes, “There is something I have to ask about.” He took another sip, “In terms of spa treatments, that is.”

You hummed as you sipped your own drink, tilting your head to the side. His thumb rubbed your shoulder, voice lowering an octave as he leaned closer, “The sauna. Is that set up, or…?”

You nodded, smiling shyly as you leaned into him, “It is set up. No spa day is complete without the sauna.”

“Of course not.” He smiled, kissing your jaw gently. He stood up slightly and adjusted his robe, “Shall we?”

“We shall.” You nodded, walking beside him into the room. He closed the door behind you, and the warm steam encompassed you instantly. You hummed pleasantly and slipped off your bathrobe; Five did the same.

You took one of the towels and slipped it over your body, sitting down. Five watched you do so and soon joined you.

You closed your eyes and felt the heat begin to seep into your muscles, melting away the tension and stress. You could only hope that it was doing the same for Five.

He sat down next to you, his thigh brushing against yours. He stretched his arms above his head, sighing deeply. "This is exactly what I needed," he muttered, closing his own eyes.

You hummed in agreement, leaning your head back against the wall. "It's nice, right? Relaxing?”

Five opened his eyes and glanced at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

"It is," he murmured, his gaze roaming over your figure, covered only by the towel. He slipped his hand into yours.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while. You stole a glance at Five, his skin glistening with sweat, chest rising and falling with steady breaths.

He caught you looking, and a small smirk tugged at his lips, “Enjoying the view?"

You rolled your eyes, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks. "Just enjoying the moment," you replied nonchalantly.

He chuckled, sarcasm creeping into his voice, "Of course," his voice became softer, "Completely innocent enjoyment."

“Mhm.” You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder. Five put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. His hand began to rub soothing circles on your back.

His touch sparked an idea in your mind, and you sat up straighter. You pushed his hands away and smiled at him, “Turn around.”

“What exactly do you plan on doing back there, love?” He asked, with a grin, as he turned.

You watched the ripple in the muscles of his back, strained. You reached up, hands gliding over his skin comfortingly.

“…’m going to give you a massage.” You simpered, pressing your hands deeper into his back. Five groaned appreciatively, practically melting under your touch.

“Lean forward a bit for me.” You gently tapped his back and he obliged instantaneously, with a soft groan.

You saw the tension in his shoulders lessen as your hands dug into the tight muscles, finding the right pressure to soothe the knots.

"You're really tight right here," you murmured, your hands pressing more forcefully into his back.

He inhaled sharply as his shoulders released their tension, “Yeah, well, that comes with trying to stop the apocalypse for two weeks straight,” he grumbled.

You pressed a gentle kiss to the centre of his back, “You shouldn’t push yourself so much,” you chided gently, continuing to work out the knots in his back.

Five let out a sound somewhere between a grunt and a sigh. “Easier said than done, love. There is always something that requires me to push myself with this family.”

“I know.” You soothed softly, moving your hands to a particularly tense muscle near his shoulder blades. “I still wish you would, at least, try to take better care of yourself, though.”

He hummed noncommittally, lost in the sensation of your delicate touches, “I take care of myself just fine…” he muttered, relaxing further under your touch.

“Five.” You said pointedly, pressing down on his back. He hissed.

“Fine, fine… maybe I don’t always take the best care of myself…” He admitted under his breath. His head lolled back with another sigh of pleasure at your touch.

You pecked his shoulder gently. You sat forward and your hands slipped away from his aching muscles and around him in a hug from behind, “You need to be more careful with yourself.”

“The fate of the world shouldn’t be resting on your shoulders.”

Five looked at you over his shoulder, eyes softening. He turned around and pulled you close, his forehead coming to rest against yours in a self-soothing gesture. He was quiet for a moment, contemplating your words.

He knew that you were right, but it was hard to accept that this shouldn’t have been the way things were when it’s how they’d been for as long as he could remember.

He sighed again, his breath warm against your cheek. “It feels like it’s been my responsibility for so long that I don’t know how to let it go.”

You held him closer, wrapping your arms around him affectionately. You pressed another gentle kiss to his shoulder.

“I’m not asking you to let it go, Five.” You murmured quietly, shaking your head. “I’m asking you to let yourself share that burden. You can suffer but you don’t have to do it alone.”

"I’ll try,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t promise it will be easy, but I'll try.” He leaned in, resting his forehead against yours.

“Trying is all I could ever ask for.” You smiled gently, pecking his lips and cradling his face between your hands. Your eyes searched his and suddenly you were all too aware of how long you’d been in the sauna.

Five closed his eyes briefly, relishing the feel of your hands caressing his face.

The steam had made his skin glistening and warm and you could feel the heat in his cheeks, “We should probably get out… we’ve been in here for quite a while.”

Five nodded, smiling to himself, “Good call.” He said, gently helping you up with a pat to your hip.

You gathered your things and stepped out of the sauna. You glanced back over at Five as he pushed his hair out of his eyes, “We can always go in the pool, cool off for a bit.”

Five looked over at you, his eyes still soft from your comfort. He nodded at your suggestion, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Lead the way, love.”

You padded softly across the room and to the pool. You placed everything at its side and eagerly stepped in, becoming embraced by cool, crystal water.

The contrast from the sweltering confinement of the sauna to the pool made you sigh pleasurably.

Five followed shortly after you, wading into the pool with you, the water lapping softly at his chest. He let out a sigh of relief as the water soothed his skin.

“You were right,” he noted as he swam closer to you. “This was definitely the right call.”

“Nice and cool.” You nodded in agreement, swimming over to his side.

“Mm…” Five pulled you closer to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so that his chest was flush with yours.

He leaned down, his lips finding their way to your neck and placing a few stray kisses there. You leaned into his touch, gratefully, feeling your body grow sleepy under his affections.

His arm around your waist tightened, as he pulled you even closer to him. His voice was low as he spoke, "You look so relaxed, love," he purred, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up and down your back.

“Well, that is the point of going to a spa.” You hummed with a smirk. Five held you against him, leaning his back against the wall of the pool behind him.

Five chuckled, relishing the feeling of your warmth against him, and the cool water now enveloping you both, "Indeed it is..." he agreed, "And it seems to have worked on the both of us."

“Good. I’m glad.” You smiled fondly, pecking his lips twice over.

He returned your smile, his lips finding yours again… and again. Each kiss was more eager than the last. He tightened his hold on you, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him.

You felt your cheeks going warm as you clutched his shoulder for support.

A thundering crash sounded from the corridor. Five pulled back, immediately wary. He squinted at the doorway.

It was silent for a few moments, when the door flew open and Luther stumbled in, out of breath from his haste.

���Jesus! Luther!” Five cursed, turning you around and shielding you from view with his body. Your hands wrapped tighter around him in embarrassment.

“Woah… uh… sorry. Family meeting. It’s important so… you know… if you could both meet us in the bar as quickly as possible...” Luther said, casting a cautious glance between the two of you, cuddled up in the pool.

“Yeah, alright, amazing, thank you, Luther.” Five said, sounding entirely unamused.

When Luther made no attempt to leave, Five raised an expectant eyebrow at him, "Do you mind?" he said.

"Oh! Right, sorry, yeah." Luther smiled awkwardly, excusing himself and walking out of the room. Once his footsteps receded, Five groaned.

"Can't I get one fucking day off?" he sighed, head dropping against your shoulder.

[ladychlo]

“I cut a piece from the tent fabric when I got my menstrual cycle.” Safa’a, speaking to instagram’s (raseef22)

"With these words, Safaa expressed to Raseef22 the moment she got her period during her displacement while she was living in a tent next to Al-Aqsa Hospital in the central Gaza Strip after her house in the Al-Rimal neighborhood was bombed. For most women, the idea of menstruation is a major disaster that adds to their series of suffering in light of the lack of privacy, due to the lack of sanitary pads or places where they can go to take care of themselves, and the lack of bathrooms even to change their underwear. Some of them were cautious and took birth control pills to delay their menstruation.

But as for Safaa, she was not prepared enough. She was busy preparing her bag of identification papers and forgot her sanitary pads, which put her in an embarrassing situation, as she described it, during her menstruation, as stains appeared on her clothes and she could not find a place to change them.

She points out that she tried to grab some worn-out pieces of cloth used as a barrier between the tents and put them in place of sanitary napkins. “They were cut from the tent cloth when I got my period,” which caused her to lose her personal hygiene on the one hand and her health care on the other.

Safaa says that she is still in shock as a result of losing her most basic right, which is the right to privacy as a woman." X X

[whumpshaped]

thinking about lab whump and how the whumpers in that situation usually have the proper equipment to control everything in whumpee's life. and i mean everything. captivity is already sort of like that- you're confined, only have access to food and water you're provided, clothes you're given etc. but in a lab? bro. bro. that but Tenfold.

constant surveillance. proper monitoring of every bodily function that's going on. food and liquids tailored exactly to the whumpers' intentions with whumpee, down to the exact nutrients and how whumpee's body is absorbing them. because they can just check that. do they get clothes? who knows! even if they do, it's likely a hospital gown or something similar. things in the room can be controlled so precisely from the amount of light (maybe even the ratio of natural to articial light) to the temperature. medication- need i say more about medication? all of them look the same, white pills with unknown effects and side effects, and that's not to mention the things whumpee gets their body pumped full of through an IV.

it's just... so much more than your usual "i'm keeping you in my basement and if for some reason you manage to get out and call the cops i'm likely going to jail". it's "you're never getting out. there's twenty of us here and there's round the clock surveillance, number pads, and finger print identification on every door. we know exactly what we're doing and that makes us experts at torturing you in very specific ways you might not even understand. and we're definitely going to act like you don't understand. even if you do get out, who are you calling? the authorities? how do you know they're not funding this?"

you're nothing but a rat in a cage, and you can only hope the button you're pressing is about to give you a treat and not a shock.

[reality-detective]

"Follow the yellow brick road" basically means follow the money, which I've been trying to tell you for years..♥️

Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain...

The wonderful wizard of oz🤔.

"The Wizard of Oz = Ounces of Gold. The Yellow Brick Road = Bricks or Gold Ingot.

The Straw Man represents that fictional ALL CAPS legal fiction — PERSON. The Straw Man wanted a Brain but got a Certificate — the Birth Certificate for a new legal creation & he was proud of his new legal status, plus all these other legalisms he was granted.

The Tin Man — (TIN) Taxpayer Identification Number, a robotic avatar, who worked tirelessly until his body literally froze up & stopped functioning. The heartless & emotionless robot creature who worked himself to death because he had no heart or soul. He wanted a HEART.

The Cowardly Lion was a bully, but was a true coward when someone stood up to him. He lacks true courage. That was what he wanted — Courage. At the end, the Wizard gave him an Official Recognition Award — Authority & Status.

The Wizard of Oz — uses magic, smoke, flames & holograms, but all of it were tricks & illusions to push fear & compliance into doing what he commanded. — The TRUTH is the Wizard have NO real power & only uses illusions to create FALSE power & authority.

The Wicked Witch — pushed fear through intimidation. She was after Toto. She controlled the flying monkey police — the policy enforcers— the mischievous demons, which also represents the BAR Association attorneys who attack & control all the little people for the Great Crown Wizard, the crooked Bankers of Oz - Gold.

In the field of poppies, they were not REAL humans, so drugs had no effect on them, but Dorothy was drugged. The Wizard of Oz was written at the time when the Rockefeller & pharmaceutical begin to take over the medicine & education — the DRUGGING of America. The Crown was the largest drug dealers & after their take-over of drug distribution in China, they began to expand all around the world.

Toto the Dog — was what the Wicked Witch was after. Toto in Latin means ‘in total, all TOGETHER’. Toto was the One who exposed the Wizard of Oz. Toto had no fear & was very small compared to the Great Wizard so no one noticed him. Toto pulled the curtain on the Wizard & his magical scams. ‘Curtain’ also means the End of an Act or scene — The End. He pulled the curtain & started barking until others paid attention & Red Pill the others.

The curtain ‘VEIL’ that hides the corporate legal fiction & its false courts is exposed. The jig is up. No matter how small your bark is — it can be heard. 🗣🗣🗣

THE REAL MEANING OF THE WIZARD OF OZ

I Am.

You Are.

We Are... Oneness.

Universal Consciousness... 🤔

[atomic-rattz]

🫧Welcome to Fish City!���

“Hello, welcome to my city! My name is Atomic/Tomi, the mayor. This city is for all kinds of critters really! You may view our art gallery, or attend my talk shows, it really doesn’t matter! What are you waiting for?”

(Ofc, this is just a blog held by a teen that does art stuff and talks a lot. I’m really just trying to have fun. Plz be nice!)

IDENTIFICATION!

Pronouns Page!

Playlist ⭐️

Oc playlist 🐟

500 DTIYS!!!!

Basics 🏙️

I use she/him pronouns!! I’m somewhere on the aroace spectrum and a MINOR!! I might get confused, please use tone tags when interacting.

Interacting with me📘

Please note before you interact that I am a MINOR(14).

I am open to talking to anyone as long as you follow my dni. I might suck at talking online, but talking to people here brings me much joy so feel free to talk to me.

when you follow me just know i talk a lot and its not only art lol i speak freely of whats on my mind

If you do not like me, please do not leave hate comments and rather just block me instead. (My sad small rat brain can’t handle that..)

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Please no proshipping, tcest, NSFW, ableism, homophobia, racism, etc. I can’t think of anything else but just please no problematic things here, i’m just trying to have fun making art… (ESPECIALLY TRYING TO REQUEST ART OF THAT.)

DONT STEAL ART/REPOST.

My interests 🐟

Tmnt (I mainly like rise, I have not watched any other generation besides Mutant mayhem and rise I feel so fake but if I can I might watch 2003)

Adventure Time, currently rewatching the whole thing

Rats, fancy ones not the ones in your sewer

Sharks

Hamilton (musical)

Snoopy (collecting things atleast)

Will Wood (artist)

Isopods.. (basically roly polys also did you know pill bugs aren’t classified as a “true bug” bcs of bill bugs actually being a crustacean hehe i love isopods)

And.. many more.

Meet the artist drawing 🐀

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[louferrignojrofficial]

I feel like I'm taking crazy pills, but...ok. I know making assumptions about people based on Things is problematic, but looking at Mr. Jr's pics and interviews it seems to me CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR that he is SUPER GAY and I'm completely baffled that nobody ever seems to mention this or speculate about it. I've seen it ever so subtly alluded to - like barely, in tags or emojis - but it's just Not Discussed. I respect that he has not made any self-identifications but that's not ever stopped fandoms before, so. What gives.

i just think things like this shouldn’t be discussed on a (semi) public place. if he truly is anything other than straight, it’s not our place to speculate or talk about it. we’ve seen what talking about people’s sexualities has done for celebrities before, i personally don’t want to be a part of that happening to someone i care about. that’s the reason i don’t, at least. especially given he plays a gay character, it leads people to believe they’re entitled to know what he identifies as and that’s just not our place.

[bookishcatcafe]

Of the Full Moon (Stolas POV Fic Post-Full Moon ep.)

The silence in Stolas’s halls were unlike any other. He could still hear it ringing across the recesses of his mind. An apology, started, yet unfinished.

              I fucked up—again. Another love now lost. If Stella was here to see this…I can only imagine the tormenting taunts she’d throw at me. The ‘Sorry-not-sorry’ and a dash of ‘I told you so’s’. You poor thing.

              Poor thing…Poor you. You sad disgrace of a Goetia. No. A disgrace of a lover, Hellborn, father, and a fucking friend! Who else deserves love? Not you. Has father taught you nothing? He showed you nothing of importance. Your earnestness is queer, stripped away like the crown on your brow, and the stars at your fingertips. No one will look your way. Not your daughter. Nor your ex or your friends. Not even yourself.

              The bed still unruffled. The wind drifts across these corridors and carries with it no laughter or lustful moan. Merely, a soft afternote of lavender dimly is emitted in the main chambers. On the counter, was an empty pill bottle. Beside it a freshly cut rose, liquid dripping from one of its thorns. Stolas wandered down the halls, his butler no where to be seen nor his daughter. His finger pricked by his rose, dripping down a shallow trail of black.

              Come back.

              The full moon was bright, sending down to the foreground light like that of the shimmering sun.

              Is that what Heaven is like?

              In the garden, he opened the greenhouse, observing his beauties stand around or slowly creak as they watched him enter. It was a humid stench, weighing down his shoulders, his eyes feeling the weight first before his chest felt the same.

              Only to see you. Only to hold you. Come back.

              The path below his bare taloned feet were cobblestone, near each plant a small identification card, he treated this place not as some basic arboretum but a place of solace and safety. Now laying atop the cobblestone path, curled, a man-eating-lotus trap curled over too breathing over his face. In unconscious decision, he rubbed its head, only for it to curl back into standing position, turning to and fro to each possible exit.

              Don’t look my way.

              Stolas held onto his chest with his bloody palm, the tears flowing in silent whimpers. A gentle hoot or two came out between the sobs. The weight of Hell towering over him and he simply ached for the light at the precipice between then and now.     

              If I just took the time to listen to him. If I just stopped talking for just one damn moment. If I could’ve been clearer and actually fucking was sympathetic for the first time in my life…he’d be here with me. Why did I shut him down so fast? Am I tired of the games? Does he even love me? He kept blabbering on about sex…and I love that about him…but I just want something else outside of that. Why couldn’t I have just gone along with it?

              The way he yelled at me, about my royal status, I am not like the others. I have tried and tried hard to learn from his point of view. I have tried to make it work between us. I wanted it to work, I got the crystal to make it so, and yet I ruined it with my aristocratic beak!

              He shuddered, feeling nauseous now, shutting his eyes to push away the light of the moon which inched its ways past his eyelids and seeped into his being.

              Blitz…was crying. His usual tough exterior was cracked by what I said. His vulnerability unshrouded by my words and he yelled at me. I fucked up. I fucked up horribly. I just…don’t know how to make this right again. Is it my choice to make us whole again? Were we even whole to begin with?

              Drifting away, on a paper boat without a bottom, far from isles and the lighthouse dimly lit, the fog overtook thought and mind, and he became waterlogged.

He…was right.

[seven-meds]

why is your username seven-meds?

Based on this exchange:

Not a relation to the sentiment but rather an identification with Arthur's pills; a collection of objects he holds and swallows, something preparing to break apart and seep into his body.

[marcilliez]

Having to use my fucking pill bottles tomorrow as a form of identification because my ID decided to vanish the night before the flight (it’s the night before the flight pls wish me luck)

[creedslove]

Haiiii i was thinking if you could write something about the readers death and pedro grieving?

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: Hai anon, I had to change it to Jack because let's be honest that's just canon whiskey at this point and also a happy ending because no one is hurting Jack on my watch 🔪

When Jack got the news of your death, he honestly wasn't able to assimilate it properly, he just went shocked and didn't say or do anything for several hours 

His heart refused to believe you were gone, though his mind tried to remain rational, he could feel you were still alive, hating how people didn't believe him and only pitied him for believing you weren't gone 

But when Jack got to your shared home he broke down 

He was taken by rage and sadness and he just smashed all the whiskey bottles he could find, he was broken, red bloody eyes out of crying, he just couldn't believe his disgrace of losing two wives, the two people he'd loved most in his miserable life 

Technically you weren't his wife yet and the thought you would never be gutted him, because he didn't have enough time to show you how you meant to him 

And for the next days Jack was a mess, he didn't eat, he didn't shower or shaved, but he couldn't sleep either, he spent the days staring at the wall, lost his thoughts and daydreaming you were still there, and would walk in at any minute

Jack couldn't even get out of bed, let alone plan the details for your funeral so Champ asked Ginger very kindly to plan a beautiful and respectful ceremony 

Jack refused to go to your funeral, the mere thought of having to face you in a casket made him even more depressed, he just didn't want to go and didn't want to face reality 

And when someone let it slip next to Jack the casket would be sealed because you were unrecognizable after the accident, it was enough for the melt to have a meltdown and Ginger had no other option than to give him sleeping pills 

And that's how Jack grieved you for the next week 

Until Ginger came knocking on his door, taking him out of his drug induced sleep where he sometimes dreamed of you 

She explained to him there had been a terrible mistake with the body identification and that the woman buried under your name wasn't really you 

And that another person involved in the accident was staying in a hospital with no identification 

Jack jumped off the bed and was ready to go to the hospital, but Ginger stopped him and forced him into shower first 

But once he was done, they rushed to the hospital and Jack wasn't able to hold back his emotions when he saw you lying in that hospital bed 

Yes, you were bruised, connected to all kinds of tubes and it would take a while to recover, but you were there, alive and well 

Jack rushed to you, hugging you tight and he cried, not caring if people would see him shed his tears, he was so thankful to see you alive and he promised you as soon as you were discharged he would marry you 

So Jack spent day and night next to you, he'd hold your hand, always talking to the doctors and nurses to know more and more about your condition 

Feeling extremely happy to see you recovering and getting stronger each day, he would just spoil you rotten and buy you so many things 

Including snacks and other treats the doctors forbade you from eating but Jack would just ignore it and bring it to you, anything to see your smile 

He did anything he could to see you happy, it was all that mattered to him, after he pretty much lost you, he was so thankful to have you in his life ❤️

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