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[apartfromgod]

The people in my phone are asleep ??!?!

[outromoony]

Never forget who was there for you during your lowest moments (fanfiction).

[oooocleo]

sometimes u just gotta slap a screentoney texture on ur flats and pretend ur a comic artist….

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[tragedy-machine]

The last time Edwin saw his own face was probably when he was still alive and the most recent glimpse at himself in hell was when his face was covered in blood with deep claw marks running through almost half of it, so I imagine his image of himself has to be quite murky as of now

So when Charles draws him (as an act of love) and Edwin sees the drawing, he goes

"Oh that's very skillful of you, Charles. You are quite good at portraits. And this one even has a bow tie like me, how delightful! Do keep at it."

And since the drawing is just so beautiful, he can't even imagine it being of him

Charles can only groan and facepalm

[jeonseoguu]

bird parasitism is kind of rude

also red-headed woodpeckers are so him..

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[abovesn4kes]

this is him when he eats if you even care,,

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

I have finally figured out the camera lens and the setting I need to catch clear photos of wolverines! Ugh, I just love them and their incredibly dense fur so much.

These two are Rainier and Ahma at Northwest Trek. They're full siblings, but were born in different litters, in 2009 and 2007 respectively. The easiest way to tell them apart is by their eyes - or, really, their lack thereof. They've both got some congenital eye issues that have resulted in the surgical removal of one/both eyes as they've aged into elderhood. Ahma is now eyeless, and Rainier still has one eye left (although a keeper did mention it may be getting close to that time, again).

As you'll see, though, they still get around spectacularly. When it comes to finding snacks, they do it by smell. I rented a lens specifically to take photos of this special enrichment day: an elk carcass feed. They got an elk spine and pelvis, both sourced from a safely-euthanized member of the herd at the same facility.

Photos containing the carcasses will be below the cut. The carcass chunks are not bloody or gory - they look kind of like something you'd find on a grocery store shelves - so I'd really suggest checking the photos out. Wolverines are super strong, super tough little guys and it was so cool to see these two really get into tearing apart huge hunks of meat.

Beyond here lies MEAT.

[zweiginator]

[probablyanalienindisguise]

[blabberoo]

this is for me..

[torchtour]

me when the game has themes of failing bodily autonomy and disregarded consent and the horrors of having unreliable caretakers and

[cloud-ya]

it brought you a gift

[outromoony]

All my life, I grew up to be independent, but moments like this make me realize I can’t live without AO3. I have a mini existential crisis every time it’s down; it’s like the universe just took away my emotional safety net.

[fumifooms]

People should talk about Yaad and Thistle more. Weird granduncle that killed your dad in a petty impulsive punitive act, leaving you very scared of him as you live under his control for centuries. Imagine growing up hearing stories of the King’s brother, the kind, clever, collected and calm advisor and right hand man. But only knowing him by how warped he’s become, violent and erratic. He punishes you, too, robbing you of any agency by putting you inside of a doll. And then despite, he becomes catatonic and you’re left to take care of him in his brother’s body while he thinks you’re him. And then you see those slivers of that nice caring person you heard so much about in your childhood a millenium ago, and as he babbles about Delgal thinking he’s you, recalling memories and old habits, you wonder about how things must have used to be, before, and how they’ve changed irreparably. Today is melancholic again.

Yaad being like, Thistle’s sort of great-nephew who’s lived most of his life seeing him as being out of his mind and only a mirage of the noble attentive person he once was, now having to take care of him, someone who was an older familial figure to him… Seeing him gentle, soft and unhurried after all this time spent in an emotional anxious paranoid frenzy... Yaad and Thistle post-canon is so special

[puckspoetry]

Date idea: you sit down while I desperately pace the floor screaming and crying about dead poets society

[muirann]

all comic fans know how to do is: develop superiority complexes based on their personal perceptions of a character, eat hot chip, and lie