#geology is not my thing but damn!!!!

[plaguedocboi]

I’ve been doing some field work with geologists this winter and I’m kind of amazed by how these dudes can pick up a handful of dirt and talk about it for an hour using terms I’ve never heard of. Like wow you see a whole universe in there that I don’t. The world is truly full of beauty and we only comprehend a fraction of it.

[lemongogo]

college … wasted on the youth (me)

[elainemorisi]

okay I am sorry but. this goes well beyond immersion-breaking. this is absolutely fucking insane. I am meant to believe the image below depicts a state university's geosciences department's offices. I may genuinely stop watching the show over this. what the absolute. the absolute. fuck.

[octomae]

okay

so i saw a post about Lemuria Hub and the Deepsea Metro having ties to each other, and i have a conspiracy theory that's been rotting in my brain ever since i saw the Deepsea Metro map in Lemuria Hub

here's all your proof of that:

plus, the eye posters from Kamabo Co. being present in Lemuria Hub as well. it's pretty obvious from these that Lemuria and Kamabo are tied together.

we all know and remember Tartar's goal: bring back humanity. but the name "Lemuria" holds a lot more weight than most casual splatoon players might realize.

because i am a nerd, i looked it up.

From the Wikipedia page:

Lemuria, or Limuria, was a continent proposed in 1864 by zoologist Philip Sclater, theorized to have sunk beneath the Indian Ocean, later appropriated by occultists in supposed accounts of human origins. (...)

The hypothesis was proposed as an explanation for the presence of lemur fossils on Madagascar and the Indian subcontinent but not in continental Africa or the Middle East. Biologist Ernst Haeckel's suggestion in 1870 that Lemuria could be the ancestral home of humans caused the hypothesis to move beyond the scope of geology and zoogeography, ensuring its popularity outside of the framework of the scientific community. (...)

The theory was discredited with the discovery of plate tectonics and continental drift in the 20th century.

this (now disproven) theory ties in pretty neatly with Tartar's goal. "Bring back humanity". the implications of Lemuria Hub being tied to Kamabo Co. very likely means that Tartar's hypothetical new age of humans would have originated from Lemuria. Splatoon 3 seems to like a focus on origins, because we also get the origins of marinekind in its storymode, Alterna and the Return of the Mammalians.

but there's something else that caught my eye too.

SashiMori.

with the release of Lemuria Hub, nintendo brought back the fictional band, SashiMori! which is great and fantastic, but im pretty damn sure that they didn't bring any other bands back from Splatoon 1 or 2 completely unchanged for Splatoon 3. sure, OTH was brought back for multi-player OSTs, but in the form of Damp Socks. (and the idols are a sort of special case anyways.) Squid Squad returned only as Front Roe. Yoko from Ink Theory returned only in Yoko and the Gold Bazookas.

but nintendo didn't change SashiMori's presentation at all. the only thing that did change, and was notably very mentioned, was the fact that SashiMori's DJ Paul was older now. that's it. (nintendo also didn't change Acht. this is an important detail, but ill get to them in a minute).

Paul is pretty interesting when you look at him. there's very little information, but what we do have about him ties in pretty nicely with Kamabo Co., Tartar's association with humanity, and Lemuria Hub. for starters, Paul's DJ mixing for SashiMori is hailed as unique in universe, for incorporating human voices into SashiMori tracks.

From the Splatoon Wiki page on SashiMori:

Paul is the band's DJ, an Octoling. He is 10 years old in Splatoon 2 and 16 years old in Splatoon 3, and his favorite foods are kelp and biscuits. He remixes from sources including DJ Real Sole, DJ Octavio, and various ancient records, and is surprisingly talented for his age. Originally, SashiMori had a traditional vocalist, but they were replaced due to their self-centered personality, after which Paul was recruited through a tweet. According to the Japanese Family vs. Friends dialogue, he is friends with Marina.

(...) This music has vocals but no vocalist! Through the genius of DJ Paul, all the vocals have been sampled from a collection of ancient vinyl.

so, Paul and SashiMori are associated with humanity because they literally use human voices in their tracks.

here's the final nail in coffin to make it all tie together. it's a pretty popular theory that Paul and Acht "Dedf1sh" (who was sanitized by Commander Tartar and composed all the Octo Expansion soundtracks) are blood relatives.

Here's their designs from Splatoon 2 and Splatoon 3:

Acht and Paul have the same symbols on their hats. their ink color even matches (from before Acht was sanitized). Acht has blue tentacles and red tips, Paul has red tentacles and blue tips.

even from the wiki trivia section of SashiMori's page:

In-universe, Paul and Acht are speculated to be blood relatives. They notably have the same symbol appearing on their hats, wear black clothing, with Paul wearing black T-shirts in both album artwork and Acht wearing a black dress, have three tentacles for their hair, and Paul's ink color looks similar to Acht's ink color before they were sanitized.

so what does this have to do with Lemuria Hub?

following nintendo's trend of splatoon artist releases with each season, they bring back an old artist and repurpose them into a new band or presentation. for Sizzle Season 2024, the band they brought back was SashiMori, but completely unchanged. (tangentially related, for the release of Side Order, they brought back Dedf1sh, also completely unchanged.)

the return of SashiMori completely unchanged breaks nintendo's pattern. alongside that, the stage released this time was only Lemuria Hub, and no other stage. (with the exception of Drizzle Season 2024, which released only Marlin Airport,) the trend has been to release two stages per season. this time, it's only one stage.

TLDR:

Kamabo Co.'s goal was to bring back humanity via testing and blending marinekind through the deepsea metro. Acht "Dedf1sh" was the musician of Kamabo Co., and sanitized in the name of this goal. Paul from SashiMori uses human voices in his tracks. Acht and Paul are very likely related. Lemuria Hub has Kamabo Co. posters and its deepsea metro map on display. the name "Lemuria" is associated with the origins of humanity via a (now disproven) theory. SashiMori's new music was released alongside Lemuria Hub.

SashiMori's new songs, with human voices mixed in them, playing over the train station of Lemuria Hub, which was likely an access point of some kind or tied in to Kamabo Co. somehow, is an EXTREMELY POWERFUL AND INTERESTING IMAGE. Lemuria Hub is hearing human voices for the first time via SashiMori's new songs, and it's been taken over for the one thing Tartar hated the most about marinekind: Turf War. (in a twisted way, Lemuria Hub hearing human voices is probably what Tartar wanted, but I doubt it wanted it like this. very ironic, i approve.)

so what does all of this mean? well... we can only speculate at this point. the themes of humanity in Splatoon 3 are matched in quantity only by Salmon Run lore (but, that's a whole other essay post, i won't get into it here). i personally think it means that we're going to see some kind of connection to humanity, OR salmonid development/lore in the next game. and with the FinalFest theme for Splatoon 3 being "Past, Present, or Future", im REALLY excited to see what it could mean. maybe Tartar's alive somehow, or maybe we'll get to look back at the evolution and development of marinekind, or maybe Lil Judd will finally snap since he's taken over Grizzco and the salmonids will have their apocalypse.

(as a final ending note: there's also a TON of association from all of this... with Off The Hook. OTH is associated with nearly everything here; its speculated Pearl was SashiMori's original vocalist before they got Paul, Marina is friends with Paul, OTH helped 8 break out of Kamabo Co., Pearl herself murdered Tartar with her voice; Off The Hook changed the world with Chaos vs Order, and Off The Hook is representing "the present" in the FinalFest. coincidence? maybe. who knows?)

[mediocrecowboyhat]

Set in sand - Chapter 7

We mark the year 1934 and a peculiar journal falls into your hands. It's telling the tale of an outlaw and the downfall of a gang. Some pages are torn and others are downright unreadable, but nevertheless, you are still able to make out some parts of the tragic story.

With the help of a certain time traveler friend of yours, will you be able to safe the author of the journal or will you be the cause for his demise?

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Word count: 3724

Disclaimer: This is based on the side quest "Geology for Beginners" so the reader is from the future and aware of some things that happen, but not everything. The reader will also have she/her pronouns and this fanfiction follows the story of RDR2. Also English is not my first language so pls forgive me for any grammatical mistakes!

TW: end-game spoilers will be mentioned very early on in the story, 18+ MDNI, sexual themes, violence, gore, death, misogynistic themes (anything that happens in the game as well)

It's a beautiful day. Not a single cloud can be seen in the sky and the sun bathes you in a warm and comfortable light. You have snuck out of camp early this morning to head to your practice shooting spot.

Only this time you're not here with a gun, but with the time traveling device from Francis. The copper sparkles in the sunlight as you fidget with it around in your hand and you replay yesterday's events infront of your inner eye.

So the mission is finished now. Arthur is saved and won't die from tuberculosis. This means you've succeeded and it is time to return to your home, to your time.

But for some reason you can't shake off the feeling that this is horribly wrong. Maybe you have spend too much time amongst the outlaws and have gotten too used to this life. Even though it has been only a couple of months.

As you lean your head back to look up at the clear sky, you try to remind yourself of the life you have back in 1934. The friends and family. All of that seems like a distant dream as if they have never existed in the first place.

Fantastic. You've really outdone yourself this time.

Why can't you simply unscrew the lid and press the button? What's holding you back? A thousand questions rush through your mind, but you can't find an answer for any of them.

Well, it's not answers that pop up in your head, but rather mental images of the gang accompanied with the sounds and smells of the camp. Without realizing it you begin to hum one of the soft tunes Javier often plays on his guitar and if you focus enough you could hear Karen's hearty laughter as if she's right here with you.

"I knew you was a bad shot, but I didn't think you'd actually practice without a gun.", you hear Arthur's voice call out to you as he approaches with his horse. Quickly you store the small device inside your summer coat.

You lift your head to meet his gaze and he rests his hands on his weapon belt while he strolls over to you. His black hat is sitting deep in his face and he goes to rest on the rock beside you.

"Sadie told me that you lost your revolver so uh..."

The outlaw rummages in his satchel before taking out a Schofield Revolver and holding it out to you. Carefully you take it into your own hand and study it with widened eyes. "Are you giving this to me?"

"Yup. I wasn't usin' it and it would be a damn shame to have it just lyin' around. It's a fine gun."

With a wide smile, you lower the revolver and look at him. "Thank you, Arthur. This is very kind of you."

"Ah, it's nothin'", he answers and waves it off with his hand.

As a comfortable silence falls over the two of you, you take the time to inspect the Schofeld a bit closer. It's grip is made out of a smooth, dark wood and the barrel is a standard iron. Maybe it could be nice to visit the gunsmith and request to get some engravings done on it.

Almost immediately you banish the thought. Why get it customized when you will be leaving soon anyways? You should have actually done that before Arthur arrived here. This will only make your departure more difficult.

"Have you decided what to do? Regarding the letter I mean.", you break the silence and he makes a thoughtful noise.

"I ain't sure what to do.", he answers with his blue eyes set on something in the distance. "I don't know if I wanna see her, but then again..."

"You're curious." The words come out more as a statement than a question and he nods.

"I guess so."

Your fingers trace over the outlines of the gun one more time before you securely store it away and turn your head towards Arthur.

"If you don't want to do it alone then I can come with you.", you offer and he scratches his cheek as he contemplates it.

"This ain't your burden to carry.", he says with a sigh and softly shakes his head.

Your hand finds his arm and you fingers give it a light squeeze. "You're my friend, Arthur. It's not a burden. Let me help you."

Before I leave you.

He turns to meet your gaze and runs his hand over his beard before he gives you a slow nod. "Okay. Yes."

A smile forms on your lips and you both stand up from the rock you're sitting on and hop onto his horse's back. None of you talk during the ride, but that's okay.

Arthur seems to be deep in his thoughts and you don't want to disturb him. As you ride along the road and feel the wind in your face and it's grip onto your clothes you can't help, but think more and more that leaving is a bad decision.

Is it really the wrong call or is it my own selfish heart saying that it is?

"How are ya holdin' up?" The sound of Arthur's voice rips you out of your mind palace.

Your eyes fall onto the arms you got wrapped around his torso and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "I'm fine. I won't fall off or anything."

He shakes his head. "That's not what I meant. I meant with what happened with the O'Driscolls."

Oh, that. Now that he mentions it, you realize that you haven't given it much thought at all ever since they got you out of there. Too much has happened for you to stop and ask yourself how you're feeling about it all.

"I'm okay, I think.", you answer with a distant voice.

"I know it ain't much, but as you said we're friends. If ya need someone to talk to..." He doesn't finish the sentence, but it's not needed.

"Thank you, Arthur. It means a lot to me."

He grumbles a few words under his breath which you don't quite catch, but you assume it's something along the lines of 'it's nothing'. The usual.

It doesn't take long to get to the house the woman is staying at. Only now do you register that you've never found out her name.

"What's she called again? She never told me." Arthur jumps off his horse and gives you a hand to help you down.

"Mary. Mary Linton."

His eyes scan the house before you and you can tell that he's more than just nervous. You give his shoulder a soft squeeze and shoot him a reassuring smile. "I'll be right here if you need me."

The corner of his lips curls up ever so slightly and he slowly takes off his cowboy hat before approaching the house to knock. You're way out of ear shot and you try not to stare at the scene that's unfolding on the porch too much.

Still you can't help, but shoot a glance here and there towards their direction. The conversation doesn't seem like a heated discussion or argument, but it's obvious that both of them are having a hard time with this.

You distract yourself with Arthur's horse by giving it some pats and talking to it. "I wonder how it's going, hm?"

Then you hear steps approaching and you turn around to face Arthur who appears as if he just came out of a bar fight. No fists were flying during the conversation, but he still looks beaten up.

"So how'd it go?", you ask with raised eyebrows and he goes to check the satchels on his horse.

"I'll go get her brother." His voice sounds reluctant as if he'd rather do something else.

Your fingers brush briefly brush over his shoulder again. "I think you're doing the right thing."

Arthur mumbles a 'maybe' into his beard and then motions with his chin towards the house. As you follow his gaze you notice that Mary is still standing on the porch and she waves once you turn to her direction.

"She asks if you'd like to join her for a coffee while I get Jamie.", he tells you and you nod to yourself.

"Are you okay?" You voice is laced with a layer of concern which he waves off.

"I'm fine. I'll see ya later then."

That sounds way better than to just stand around here, waiting for Arthur to return or walk all the way back to camp by yourself. With a quick goodbye to the outlaw you jog towards the house and shoot Mary a smile. She returns it.

"It's good to see you again.", you say as she leads you inside into the kitchen and you sit down at the square wooden table in the middle.

Her back is turned to you while she prepares the coffee, but you can still imagine the distraught expression on her beautiful face. Either out of worry for her brother or because of Arthur, but it's also possible that it's both.

"I really didn't think he'd actually agree to help.", she breaks the silence and your raise a brow in surprise.

"I don't know. Arthur doesn't strike me as the type to let down a kid, because of personal grudges or such.", you answer and she takes the seat across of you while placing down the cups.

Hot steam is emanating from them and you wrap your hands around your mug, welcoming the warmth. Mary let's out a defeated sigh.

"He was never on good terms with my family. Not Jamie though. The boy did look up to him, but my father on the other hand..." The sentence trails off as if she's recalling an unpleasant memory.

Her eyes are fixed on a spot on the table and you awkwardly cough into your first. Shortly after she snaps out of her daze and let's out a flustered chuckle. "I'm so sorry. I don't mean to bother you with all this."

"No, it's okay.", you quickly chime in. "If you need an ear that listens then I'd be happy to lend you mine."

A grateful smile forms on her lips. "Thank you. You're very kind."

I'm not. I killed two men.

Staying silent, you take a careful sip from the coffee to not burn your tongue. It tastes so much better than the one in camp.

"Can I ask you something?", says Mary and you give her a nod. "Forgive me if I'm crossing any lines, but...are you working for Dutch then? Since you ride with the gang."

A thoughtful hum escapes your throat as you tilt your head to think. Are you working for him? He has never officially send you out for a job, but you have helped the girls and Arthur.

"I don't know. I guess I kinda do?" Your voice comes out unsure and you furrow your eyebrows. "I mainly help around in camp."

"So you're not an outlaw." She nods to herself while she makes the statement. You have no idea if you should agree with that to not.

I'm a thief and murderer.

The words leave an echo in your mind and you quickly try to shake them off. This isn't a path you want to go down just yet. Maybe you will never even attempt to follow it.

Mary buries her face in her hands for a moment before brushing some loose hairstrands out of her face. "I gotta pack my things. Arthur agreed to meet me at the train station after he brings Jamie back."

"Can I help you?", you ask and she shakes her head.

"It's not a lot. I'll be quick." With this she stands up from her chair and excuses herself before hurrying out of the kitchen.

You feel kind of exhausted now. The conversation has left you spiraling and dwell on things you were successfully avoiding before.

But fortunately you don't stay alone with your own thoughts for too long. Mary did right on her word when she said she'd be quick, because a short while later she comes down the stairs with a single bag.

The woman who owns the house agrees to give you two a ride to Valentine and so you make your way to the train station. The entire time you and Mary are absorbed in a conversation about her past.

You're learning a lot about Arthur. Maybe even too much. It feels kind of wrong to find out that much about him while he's absent.

"I'm so sorry to hear about your husband.", you say and a layer of sadness covers her soft features.

"Yes, it's been tough to say the least. I miss him everyday."

The two of you fall silent until you arrive at your destination and thank the woman who drove you. While Mary pays for the train tickets, you take a seat in the far corner of the station and look out of the window.

In the distance you spot a familiar horse with two people on it's back. Immediately you recognize Arthur and you assume that the younger man behind him must be Jamie.

"My boy! My sweet boy!", you hear Mary exclaim in relief after the two enter through the door.

With a delighted laugh she wraps her arms around her brother's neck and quickly inspects him for any injuries or bruises. You decide that it's for the best if you stay behind for this. The three of them share a history after all and you don't want to be the third wheel (as the fourth).

Arthur takes the bag from Mary's hand the small groups makes their way out onto the platform and your eyes follow them through one of the windows. Jamie and Mary jump onto the train and you notice how her hand lingers on Arthur's for a moment when she goes to take the bag from him.

She says some things to him while shaking her head and shortly after the train departs, leaving the outlaw standing there by himself. Seeing this stirs something within you and a voice in the back of your mind tells you, no screams at you to go out to him.

With unsure steps you walk towards the door that leads to the platform and push it open. You don't know if it's a good idea to talk to him now. Maybe he wants a moment to himself, but your legs move on their own.

And so does your hand when it reaches out for his upper arm. His muscles relax slightly under your touch and he puts his hat back on. It's more than obvious that some buried feelings and memories have resurfaced with all that's been going on today.

"How about we have a drink?", you suggest and he takes in a sharp breath through his nose.

"Sure.", is all he responds with, but it's still more than you've expected. At least he agrees to not deal with this completely alone.

Of course you didn't anticipate for him to sit down with you and have a whole therapy session. It's enough for you to let him know that you got his back.

Together you make your way towards the smaller saloon of the two which is close to the church. You assume he doesn't want to visit the big one anymore after all the trouble he has stirred up with beating a man crippled and let's not forget about all the problems him and Lenny have caused that one night.

"Have ya thought 'bout gettin' your own horse?", he speaks up and you give him a puzzled look. "Charles told me how you stole his."

An offended gasp escapes you. "I did no such thing!"

Arthur lifts his hands as he cackles. "Alright maybe he didn't use these exact words, but ya still need one."

He isn't wrong. It has become quite tiring having to prepare a wagon or asking someone to borrow their horse for the smallest of errands. Things would be so much easier if you'd just get your own, but you have no clue how to pick out the right one.

Besides it doesn't matter anymore. You will leave soon anyways. Arthur pushes open the door for you and you nod as thanks as you pass him. That's when you spot Dutch and Strauss sitting together at a round table on the whole other side.

"Ah! Join us!", the leader calls out to you. "I was just talking to Herr Strauss over here."

"I'm just worried, Mr. Van Der Linde.", the Austrian begins and Dutch lifts his hand.

"Don't worry, my friend. I got it all covered."

Strauss' expression makes it clear that he's not quite convinced, but he does not protest. With a nod the old man gets up from his chair and leaves the saloon.

"What was that all about?", asks Arthur and Dutch waves his hand around the air.

"It's nothin'-"

"Mr. Van Der Linde!", someone yells outside and the three of you share strange looks. "You don't know me, but you keep robbing me!"

Arthur and Dutch push their backs against the wall and take a peek through the windows. Your own mind is filled with questions. Robbing him? Could this be...?

"Cornwall.", you mumble with low voice and Dutch locks eyes with you.

"I think you might be right."

No one says anything for a long time until Arthur hisses a curse under his breath and motion towards the window. "They got John and Strauss."

Is this it? Did you save the outlaw just for the two of you to die in this saloon in a town no one has ever heard of? You're so occupied with imagining every possible scenario that ends with your imminent death that you don't even pay attention to what the two men infront of you are talking about.

They slowly make their way towards the exit and as you try to follow them, Arthur pushes his hand forward to stop you. "Stay here. We'll deal with it and then I'll come get you."

The tone in his voice is absolute and he makes it clear that he won't accept any protests from you. He's right and you know it. With your inexperience you'd be more hindrance than help so you nod and keep low.

While the two men head out, you stay behind and press your back against the wall next to the front door. Your heart is beating so loud in your ears that you barely understand a word Dutch is saying out there.

One moment he's talking about a misunderstanding and the next you hear shots being fired followed by agonizing screams. Fear and worry grips you as you fight to stay in place. Everything within you is demanding to step out and help the others.

After what feels like forever Arthur's head peeks through the opened crack of the door and he waves you out of the saloon. Lifeless bodies are scattered across the street and you avoid looking at then.

"We need to leave! Now!", Dutch calls and the moment he finishes, a bullet dashes past your face. Too close for your taste.

Quickly you rush towards the others and take cover behind a pile of wooden boxes. As you look around you note with relief that the others from the gang look fine. No one got shot.

Strauss is cowering behind a wall with his arms over his head while Arthur, Dutch and John have their guns out. You wonder when John got here, but that's something you shouldn't occupy yourself with right now.

Bullets are raining from all sides and you take out the Schofield Arthur has given you. You don't expect having to join the fight, but you still want to be ready just in case.

Suddenly a distressed shriek cuts through the air and you turn your head towards the source. Strauss falls to the ground, holding his leg with both hands and you run towards him to help him up.

A heartbeat later John is by his other side and together you get the Austrian to Arthur and Dutch.

"Get him onto a wagon. You two push him towards the horses and Arthur and I will hold these morons back.", Dutch orders and everyone immediately gets to work.

With all your might you push the wagon Strauss is laying on together with John. It's a struggle to ignore the projectiles flying around your head while putting all your strength into getting yourself and the injured man to safety.

A bullet hits the wagon only inches away from your face and sends splinters flying around. Sharp pain explodes on your cheek and you carefully touch the spot with your fingertips.

As you inspect the bright red liquid on your hand another shot lands close to the first one and you instinctively duck. While muttering a several curses under your breath you spit out some of the blood that has run into your mouth.

"You doin' okay?", you hear Arthur yell over the chaos and you shout back a 'yes'.

I'm doing just fantastic.

Once you arrive at the horses John hoists Strauss onto the back of his while Dutch tells you to jump on his own horse. You don't quite hear what him and Arthur are exchanging, but by the looks of it it's that the outlaw stays behind to keep the men busy while you all ride back to camp.

The thought alone is enough to make your stomach turn upside down, but you know there's not much you can do. As much as you'd like to stay and fight by his side, you're aware that it would make thinks unnecessarily difficult for him.

For a brief moment you lock eyes with him and you hope that the look on your face brings the message across.

Stay safe.

He gives you no indication that he understands what you're trying to communicate. Either way, Dutch is already sitting infront of you in his saddle and signaling his white stallion to start galloping.

You throw one last look over your shoulder before Arthur disappears into the distance and you're left hoping and praying for his safe return.

Taglist: @shackspossum

[halomancer]

@rudebisco Went tidepooling yesterday so I am once again subjecting you to my algae photos.

Funnily enough, I initially went here to collect bull/sugar kelp (because I saw a Japanese guy on YouTube cure fish with kombu, and I am easily influenced), but all the good stuff was in areas too rocky/turbulent to safely swim. Thankfully the pools provided plenty of entertainment on their own. I think the water was still too acidic for corallines, which is a damn shame

The growth pattern of reminds me a bit of Desmarestia, but it’s so weird and tiny... What really caught my eye was the stark green body with noticeably duller tendrils. Could be a fruiting/budding thing?

And two(?) gorgeous fruticose species which I don’t know the first thing about IDing, but were growing all over this set of pools

And representing Animalia, we got:

Sea sponge— a classic for a reason. Pictured with ochre sea star

Large dead crab devoured by his brethren

Some marine isopods just zipping around. Absolutely zooming. I’d never noticed the striping and checkering on them before and I find it utterly charming :)

And a landscape photo just because this area has CRAZY geology. Apparently fossils are common, but I didn’t see any yesterday. Going again in a few hours though, so fingers crossed!

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Why So Serious? This is a Dinosaur Blog?

So we live in a world that has built its entire mythology off of hierarchies. The idea that the rich are better than the poor. The whites better than people of color. Men better than women. Able-bodied and able-minded better than the disabled and neurodivergent. Straight, cis folk better than queers. christians better than any other people of any other religion. That's the society we in "western" places live in. Another fundamental component of that is that humans are better, more important, more "evolved" or "chosen" than any other living thing.

and that is just as false as all the rest of them.

you can't dismantle it without dismantling the others first, of course. since humano-supremacy is the one the rest is built off of, you won't properly unlearn it unless you unlearn white supremacy first. that's why we see countless vegans being real racist pieces of shit all the time.

but you do have to unlearn anthropocentrism, too. you do. because the biosphere is all fundamentally equal. we are one part of nature, of the ecosystem, connected to all the rest. we are partners in the evolution of life. understanding that is necessary: to combat climate change, to fight against ecofascism, to ensure the survival of our species and the world. we are not uniquely evil or uniquely good. we're just some naked apes that made a bunch of mistakes, but we can fix them, too.

I live with five parrots. every day they remind me that the idea humans are "more evolved" is ridiculous. they understand things I would never expect. and they remind me that they're dinosaurs every damn day. and that's just another type of tetrapod, something so close to us its easy to empathize with them. Now apply it to fungi. It gets harder, right?

But that's why we have to keep working.

And that's why we have to see the history of life not just as an interesting story, but the story of us. The history of all of us. and it explains so much! The quirks of geology lead to the geography of slavery in the united states. Humans wouldn't have even evolved if a rock hadn't randomly hit the planet at the right time. We have hiccups because we descend from fish. The list goes on.

We need to produce a human population that thinks ecologically and evolutionarily, so that we can tackle the real problems and move forward.

And that's why I'm so gd-damned serious about dinosaurs. Because dinosaurs, in that western mythos, are the "lumbering, dumb lizards" that went extinct because they sucked, so the cool mammals could come in and run the show - and we, the coolest mammals of all, took our rightful place as the leaders.

But that's not what happened.

Dinosaurs were well adapted for their environments, intelligent and active animals - and were thriving right until the end-Cretaceous. Nonavian ones only went extinct because of a giant space rock. And dinosaurs are STILL WITH US - as birds - and doing better than ever. There are more species of dinosaur alive today than there are mammals. and humans just kind of, happened, thanks to some lucky accidents. we are as much a product of random chance as the extinction of nonavian dinosaurs was.

All of our anthropocentric myths are just that - myths. frankly, how can we call ourselves "more evolved", when we're destroying the planet - gleefully and rapidly? We have to unlearn this myth.

And, in between crying about my thesis, I will do everything I can to help people unlearn that myth and see the true beauty that is the history of life.

so, yeah. come learn with me. it's the only way to liberate us all.

[spacenintendogs]

OUGH OKAY uhm!!! @rowanthefierce

all of the gang works for valka's dragon sanctuary!! valka in my au is more like valhallarama from the books in that she's moreso absent for long periods of time & when she's there she's relatively detached but!! hiccup takes over the sanctuary (at like. age 15 but shhhh. valka & stoick still pay for everything but hiccup runs it rlly)

so from like, 15 to 17 the gang are learning abt dragons & begin education programs to help ppl understand dragons better!!! the dragon academy does become a thing!!!! after they graduate high school tho (yes this is all while they're juggling high school!!!) they all start kinda going separate ways (and obv eventually come back together full time but!!! it's uncertain for a while!!)

more under the cut bc this is gonna be LONG!!

hiccup, astrid, fishlegs, & the twins get into the same university.

snotlout doesn't, he gets denied (it's a whole Thing™️ for the gang)

however they all pursue different things

hiccup, as like, predictable as this is, pursues engineering & tries to get as many certifications as possible. he's doing AS MUCH as he can, as hands on as he can. he wants to learn to be able to help make the world a better place for toothless (and all dragons!!) once he graduates he's back at the santuary full time & helps design new parts as they expand & get bigger! also new stuff for dragon care & just!! yeah!!!

in his free time, hiccup has a motorcycle he rebuilt from the ground up, loves zipping around town, he also draws, & ofc spending as much time with toothless as he can (maybe sneaking toothless out of the sanctuary.... a lot)

fishlegs goes into environmental science with minors in plant pathology & geology!!! this also ties back into dragons & their care through their environments best suited for them as well as dealing with climate change & stuff!!!! he applies what he learns to the berk sanctuary!!! he also goes back to the academy but he also works at the berk public library part time!!

fishlegs also collects so so much music, so many records, tapes, cds, 8tracks, u name it!!! he also has a rock collection ofc!!! he also spends as much time with meatlug as possible (maybe sneaks her out)!! he also gardens!! & does yoga on saturdays with astrid!!!!

astrid gets a double major of kinesiology & nutrition!!! this is more human oriented obv HOWEVER she's constantly trying to remind everyone around her to take better care of themselves for the love of everything!!! although she still is able to apply what she learns to dragon training!! u can not move the ways dragons do but motor skills are still important as well as eating right!!!! either way, dragons gotta learn this stuff to but in their own way!! she graduates & goes back to the sanctuary & helps with that!!

astrid does axe throwing in my modern au. she goes & practices often to blow off steam. also a track & field person FOR SURE!! like, discus throwing, hammer throwing, the godt damn works!! she's a weight lifter too!! i need astrid to be buff so bad!!! also yoga with fishlegs on saturdays!! she wouldn't call it "sneaking" but she does like to take stormfly out & about :)

ruffnut is pre-med and does go into veterinary school. she stays in school the longest out of the gang which shocks EVERYONE but it's what sounded interesting & it gave her a challenge. plus working at the sanctuary, u end up caring for a lot of sick & injured dragons. fishlegs helps her BUT she becomes The Medical Expert™️ & even uses the sanctuary for her dissertation & specializes in dragon veterinary medicine!!!

as for hobbies, ruff is still a chaotic being who loves destruction & explosions. she & tuff do mythbuster type shit!! she also is very much into theater!! she sometimes participates in local theater & did a performance or two in college!! i also think she longboards!! loves sneaking barf and belch out of the sanctuary!!

tuffnut gets his degree in theatre with a minor in chemistry!! the minor was more of an accident. he took the classes bc he thought they were interesting & ended up getting enough credit for the minor!! after he graduates he works at a few local theaters part time to help with either cast or crew (he acts but also sometimes he will do costuming, stage production, etc!!) but he also goes back to the sanctuary after he graduates!!

tuff's hobbies overlap with ruff's in that they do mythbuster type shit LOL!! but also he's in a little sewing club with snotlout!! he also longboards with ruff!! AND ofc, he raises chickens on the side :) loooves getting barf and belch out of the sanctuary.

snotlout. snotlout, snotlout, snotlout. this boy's got it kinda rough. he gets denied from the university everyone else goes to & it hits him hard, so he keeps working at the sanctuary full time while going to community college & trying out classes that interest him, but he feels lost. he finds himself doing a lot of music oriented classes & just gets a two year degree in music. later he'll go on to be a high school band & choir director of all things but that's down the line :) before then while working at the sanctuary he works part time at a local biker bar (once he's old enough)

snotlout's hobbies are a bit of a mish mash. he plays guitar, has a harley davidson motorcycle (goes riding with hiccup!!), is in the sewing club with tuff (has an etsy store on the side shhh), & loves sneaking hookfang out of the sanctuary!! also loves american football & sometimes does hammer throwing with astrid.

do they all have one big mutual thing they all share & do besides sneaking their dragons out of the sanctuary? yes. yes they do. they have a long running dungeons & dragons game & they also love multiplayer video games in ANY capacity. any way to be competitive!!!!!!! minecraft, smash brothers, mariokart, marioparty, runescape, call of duty, halo, ANYTHING they can get their hands on, old and new.

[sweetlummie]

So Tired

Joel Miller x fem!reader

A/n: Hello everyone! I’m back with a vent piece. College has been kicking my ass as of late so yeah- Also not proofread so any and all mistakes are mine! Btw this story was made with both game and show Joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗

Warnings: slight mentions of not eating properly and self-neglect

W/c: 767

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You were stressed and overwhelmed. On your last legs really. This week had been so hard on you, school, work, and your family stressed you to no end. All your free time away from college or work was spent on assignments. You didn’t even have time to be with your boyfriend anymore. Your sweet caring boyfriend with his southern charm and his readiness to help. Oh how you loved him. But recently you had begun an 8 week course in Geology and holy fuck was it killing you and it was barely the second week. You were at your wits end, you began losing yourself in all you had to worry about. You began withdrawing. You stopped being on socials, you hardly left your room, you barely ate. You had been doing your chapter 1 assignments and did a test which you bombed badly. You felt your eyes tear up as you shut your laptop in frustration. You felt so worthless and stupid. There was no way you didn’t understand a singular thing you read from the textbook. In your frustration you didn’t hear your home door open, revealing your most favorite person in the world.

“Hey darlin’.” He spoke softly, witnessing your mental breakdown. He quickly closed the door and wrapped his arms around you. “Hey baby, what’s wrong? Been textin’ ‘n callin’ ya for the past hour.. had me worried.” He drawled as you sniffled in his arms. “Sorry.. had my phone on ‘do not disturb’ to do my assignments…” you blubbered out as you continued to sob in his chest. “Thas okay.. glad you’re okay.. but what’s wrong princess? Why’s my baby cryin’?” He asked with concern as he moved his big hand to pet your head of wild hair. “Just.. stupid college.. stupid work.. stupid everything.” You grumbled which made Joel chuckle. “Poor baby. C’mon let’s go.” He said as he gently tugged you to your feet. “Where we goin’?” You asked him as you hiccuped. By now you had finished crying, the tears on your cheeks dry. “Goin’ to my place for a bit. You could use a break.” He smiled and you nodded as you followed behind him, grabbing your home keys to lock the door behind y’all as y’all left.

Once at Joel’s you plop down on his couch with a heavy sigh. He takes a seat beside your sprawled out limbs. “That bad huh?” He jokes which makes you scoff instead of laugh. “Yes!” You huff out. “It’s so stupid. I’m literally being torn apart in school and work and with my family it’s just impossible to breathe properly.. it’s so frustrating because I’m not so sure I even wanna finish college anymore.. and I can’t even tell my parents because I don’t wanna be a disappointment..” you began venting to your boyfriend. He simply nodded his head and remained silent, ever the good listener. When you finish spilling your guts to him he pulls you in his beefy arms. “There there princess. I can’t say much about this or say I feel the same but one thing I know for sure is that I’m proud of you. You work so hard and bust your ass, it’s very respectable. You could never be a disappointment and if they think so then fuck ‘em!” He exclaimed which made you chuckle. “And listen if you don’t wanna continue college and wanna break then that’s fine. I bet your noggin would really ‘ppreciate the break. I’ll support you in whatever you do mama.” Joel concludes as he presses a kiss to the crown of your head. His words hit your heart so damn hard it made you cry. For so long you felt misunderstood and felt like a failure for having these emotions but Joel didn’t think so. Joel understood you and didn’t think less of you for it and for that you were so thankful this gem of a man was all yours. With a shaky sigh you looked up at him with watery eyes. “I love you.” Was all you could say as you pressed your lips into his soft ones.

For the rest of the evening you stayed in and watched movies. He even ordered pizzas for you both to enjoy. You really needed this moment, really needed this break, really needed him. You knew whatever life threw your way you’d be able to withstand it because you had someone as supportive as Joel by your side. You still were stressed with everything happening around you but it all felt more tolerable and doable with Joel’s arms around you.

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[mineralsrocksandfossiltalks]

Hey guys!

So, I know, I haven't posted anything in days. I got a miserable cold and I have a choral concert this week so I am trying conserve energy to focus on getting better before performance time.

Any who, this is me letting you know I am still alive and that I have missed posting but never fear! As soon as this damn cold is gone I will return. I am starting a new job next week at the Natural History Museum of Utah which should be an absolute blast but it might also slow the posting down.

You guys have been totally amazing though and I love coming on here and seeing you guys share my blog. You rock! (Yeah, pun totally intended. I'm a geologist. It's part of the gig.)

On that note, I have been putting together actual lessons for various geology/paleontology classes. These would be undergraduate college level without having to pay the absolutely disgusting prices. I would do it probably over discord(?). I just want to see what the interest would be if such a thing were offered.

Here's a picture of my colleagues and I finding a really weird rock structure in a cliffside.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @colourme-feral, @wen-kexing-apologist and @thegalwhorants! I wrote this at night on Christmas Eve but then tumblr ate the post when I moved it from my drafts to my queue, so I had to write the whole thing again...

1. Are you named after anyone?

No. My parents had a difficult time deciding on a name and just eventually landed on the one they gave me.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Well that depends on what kind of crying... I teared up last Wednesday when my furniture and belongings arrived from being in storage for 17 months. Tears rolled down my cheeks and my breath hitched a few times when I watched ep 6 Last Twilight (damn you Aof!) nearly two weeks ago. But the last time I ugly sobbed was whilst watching a musical in June, but I was feeling especially emotional about my temporary living situation at the time.

3. Do you have kids?

No.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

I don't play any now (but I do go to the gym) but when I was a kid I did gymnastics and then dance (although that's not a sport). I played different sports in school but only because I had to and they weren't any I really enjoyed.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Sarcasm? Who, me?! Nooooooo never.

6. What's the first thing you notice about people?

Probably their posture or body language.

7. What's your eye colour?

To be honest I'm not sure. There's grey and bits of blue and green and even brown but I wouldn't be able to call it a colour. I used to say hazel but then I realised hazel was more brown than my eyes are so I don't really know.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Oh happy endings for sure. I mean, I'm on (this) tumblr because of the qls I watch so it should be obvious.

9. Any talents?

I can hold a handstand for 30 secs (I've also managed 1 min in the past but that was a while ago now) but that feels more like a party trick than a talent. I guess I could say dancing. Oh, maybe guessing the time usually quite accurately.

10. Where were you born?

In the UK, specifically England.

11. What are your hobbies?

Apart from going to the gym, handstanding and watching ql series? I'm currently obsessed with the clothes from the shows 😅...but I also like to go for walks, sometimes I play boardgames, and I like to read (I've been mainly reading fan fic recently though). I also think about lego a lot (and now I have my own place I might get some sets - bonsai tree my beloved) and I used to write but it's been a few years since I last wrote anything.

12. Do you have any pets?

No. I've had cats in the past and I'd like another cat at some point but not for a while.

13. How tall are you?

I'm not ���

14. What was your favourite subject in school?

I can't remember now but probably geography...but more geology than countries...or creative writing. There was a point where I enjoyed maths...but didn't study it beyond 16.

15. What is your dream job?

I'd actually like to be able to not work, or to only work part time. I've been lucky to have actually had my dream job and I'm very grateful for the opportunity/experience.

So that's it! I guess I should tag 15 people since that's the title of this game, so here goes: @grapejuicegay @telomeke (I know you've been tagged a few times) @respectthepetty (I know you've done it already but I wanted to tag you anyway) @celestial-sapphicss @dimplesandfierceeyes @chickenstrangers @wen-kexing-apologist (I know you've already done it as well but leaving this tag here anyway) @waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @my-rose-tinted-glasses @slayerkitty @ranchthoughts @belladonna-and-the-sweetpeas @btwinlines @starryalpacasstuff No pressure obviously. (bonus tag for @absolutebl because I like it when you answer these kinds of things using only photos /gifs)

[ecstaticasterisms]

sup nerds

social media break was good for my brain so I could disengage long enough to figure out how I wanted to intentionally engage with it. but it was too big a part of my life for too long to just throw away. actually what happened was one of my new irl people is wanting to learn all of my preferences as fast as possible bc nre is a hell of a drug, and I'm nothing if not accommodating so I made a list. and I was like damn if only there was a collection of things, like maybe a log, but like multimedia and on the web, that I could point to, as like, a reference sheet for my preferences. but starting fresh so we can not worry about scrolling back too far and having to look at the fandom drama I engaged with when I was 19. and I need a hobby for low spoon days. so in no particular order, the things I'll probably post about:

animals - dogs

disability - accessibility, autism, assistive technology, aac

astronomy

geology

video games

board games

various media

pnw ✨aesthetics✨

weed

tarot/witchy things

queer & gender theory

polyamory & relationship structures

sexuality generally

ie, good old fashioned everything blog. so, this blog is not necessarily sfw, and decidedly not for children. if you act like a child, I will block you. but with that out of the way, I do want to engage with people! one of my new year's resolutions is to build more community. I like sharing info and making connections! particularly with other disabled people since I'm not using that knowledge base at work rn. so don't be afraid to say hi.

[adaines-furious-feast]

bestie i play bucky applebees. alongside the other characters but danny's *my characters* party mate.

i'd thought u knew that already lol

Oh no!

In my defence, I am very tired. In my prosecution, Danny is me if I didn't take the time to rub my two braincells together.

So here are so more true facts about Danny:

The first spell Danny ever cast was Dancing Lights when he was seven years old. It's still one of his favourite spells, which is why he still has this rather than a more useful cantrip.

His dad was so damn proud of him when he started to cast magic. He works at a wizarding school in Ashgrove and was like "look how amazing my son is, he's going to take after his father". As time went on and his dad realised the truth before Danny did, he stops talking about him.

Danny can't remember his mother's face (duh). There's one photo of her in the house, but he can't make out her face in that (that's a Danny thing, not a photo thing)

He's in astronomy club. I decided on that before geology, it's just never come up. I am now sitting her thinking about Danny's interest in stars and crystals, stars and gems... very much a coincidence, not intentional.

His style is cosy-preppy. He likes to look smart. His dad once told him that you should always dress so that it would be appropriate if you had a sudden meeting with the Council of Chosen and he does do that, but in a very sweater-vest, cardigan, scarf kind of way.

[lilapxtts]

*:･ﾟ✧ — plot idea dump *:･ﾟ✧

Readding this with a better tag so if any of these plots/ideas appease you, come to mee.

So, my delusional self and I refuse to accept that all of the Hargreeves perished and died. I have a few ideas/plots/verses i'd love to do. This is absolutely cross-over friendly because of the way it's done. Like this post or better yet, message me so we can get started on one that you like.

Plot 1- The only way to save the world is to split up. A different timeline for each of the Hargreeves. Just for the sake of covering our bases, after taking the funky marigold, and getting their powers back, Five has a talk with himself at the subway, figures it out that they are the issue and goes back in time, because screw reality. He goes back to tell his family that the only way to save each other and the world is to go to a different time line. Well filled with angst and heart break, they all just spread out and separate. --Will they find each other at the end? Maybe figure out a better way? Or will they make sure that their past selves (if applicable) don't screw it up this time? We can discuss more.

Plot 2 -

You know that whole damn gap from 2019 and the 6 years that go by? Well guess what? I'd love to do just do a domestic Lila getting accustomed to pregnancy, being a mom, having children, her own parents, getting to know each of the Hargreeves more over the 6 year time span.

Plot 3-

Lila and Five take everyone to their strawberry farm. This can be talked about because I know we have many who don't like Five x Lila (which is fine, to each their own) so we can discuss the matters there. But they go to the strawberry farm (WITH Ben because they saved him. I don't make the rules) and start over and try to find others there. I mean, at this point what could go wrong?

Plot 4-

Five goes back in time once he finds out what happens because remember when he was able to rewind time in S2 and he saved his family? Well he saves his family again by keeping the Marigold hidden so Ben never spikes their drink and no one even knows it exists and they all live NORMAL lives being both miserable in the lives they live. Because why not have a normal life?

Plot 5- AFTER THE ENDING.... And completely AU here so don't come at me but the 8 Marigold flowers that grow beneath the tree is picked up by wonderful little girl. Let's say ironically, it's picked up by Allison's daughter Claire. She brings those beautiful flowers home and you know that magical little dust that spread from them? Well it is passed around and 8 very fortunate women are hit with the magical dust. They become pregnant the very next day and thus begins the story all over again. This one is like me on crack or something but i'm thinking futuristic-esque vibes.

Plot 6-

Reginald Hargreeves is a normal father who actually chooses these children with love and care and they protect the world as superheroes that are loved by their own father. Can you imagine that? No one has issues because Riggie loved them all. Five got his passion into music, Luther in Geology, Allison in acting, Lila probably music too because she was never stolen from the Handler. She was raised with the Hargreeves, Diego in education, Klaus in music as well, and Viktor exceptionally talented in multiple things.

Plot 7-

Resurrection/reincarnation plot really. She's reborn. She has dreams of her children. Of her family. Of everyone and they're both familiar and unfamiliar. But is she the only one that's reborn? Will she find her family? Will Lila find those that she lost? Will she have her powers? Can she truly help the world in this life?

[whirligig-girl]

Etheria’s moons to dubious scale. The second from the right, the blue & purple one, is about the same size compared to Etheria as the Moon is compared to the Earth.

Probably the first thing I noticed when I watched She-Ra and the Princesses of Power was all the damn moons. I’d seen screenshots and clips of the show taking place on a space ship, so I figured “Brightmoon” was literally the name of a moon. But nope--the Starship Darla wouldn’t make her appearance until much later. Anyway. Despite the unrealistic appearance of the moons in the show, I resolved to Figure Out How They Work Eventually. Here’s some thoughts so far.

I’m unwilling to trust most of these sizes because of perspective effects and because it’s a cartoon. I think probably they’re all smaller than it seems. Obviously the “real” spacing is completely different than in the drawing.

If this image is taken with a telescope, or even a telephoto lens from sufficiently far away, then the original image scale could correspond to the scale of the actual planets.

we only have actual depth information for ONE moon--the blue and purple one in front of Etheria, which means its actual scale relative to Etheria is probably smaller than in the image.

each other moon could be either very large and distant or very small and near to the camera, but the way it looks in some scenes moving towards Etheria suggest that the moons are depicted not much farther or closer from the camera than Etheria itself, so I think taking these as roughly to-scale can serve as a starting point for figuring the rest out.

My progress so far in figuring out how to fit 11 large moons into orbit around one Earthlike planet:

this is only five. Four ceres in a near 1:2:4:8 resonance (such that triple conjunctions are possible, but rare), with that pink moon represented as a Mars-mass world, orbiting about once per month. If I move the Mars out much more, it might not be stable accounting for solar tides. (Etheria does have a sun? right? it’s not entirely clear to me. Does it have a different sun in Despondos than in the Universe? like, Despondos has Just One Sun? Is Despondos’ cosmic background lighting up half the sky? Or did the Etherian Sun come along for the ride through the portals, off-screen? I’m making the assumption that even if there is no real Sun in Despondos, the moon system pre-dated Etheria’s stranding, so it’s still constrained by solar tides.

anyway. the five there. I think I can add more. the Mars can support subsatellites, which I think should be allowed, and I think I can fit in some smaller asteroid-sized moons in low orbits in between the resonant friend quad.

I’m not even close to understanding their geology, yet. I need to have a grasp on their basic physical properties first. But I’m guessing magic and technology are both relevant. One of the three moons of enchantment clearly had cloud banding, not impact craters. it could be terraformed--even if the first one’s tech that terraformed it is gone, perhaps it could still carry an atmosphere for the ~thousand years or so the first ones have been gone?

I wonder if the moons were early test beds for first ones to test magic/tech integration on a planetary scale. (which leads to the dark question of “was there a Heart of the Moon Project?”)

Certainly if the first ones were spacefarers they would have had some infrastructure on the moons.

[mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea]

About the Teigh

What should I say about myself past my tagline? "50 year old beach heathen. Lokean. Tea/coffee-drinker. Writer/photographer/hobby chef. Tarot/runes/dreams/psychometry. Genderfluid. Bisexual. Multi-fandom nerd. Why am I the only one who has that dream? They/Them," only gives so much, after all, and I mean, one of those things is a line from a movie probably a lot of you haven't seen because you're too young, and it doesn't have Taylor Swift in it.

If you've looked at my Tumblr, you know I'm a HUGE Marvel/MCU nerd. There are characters I hate (I have tags especially for you folks who love those characters so that you can filter out my rare venting about those characters posts), there are characters I like, there are characters I love, and then there are characters that I'd potentially open up a metaphorical vein for them. We all have those. We're nerds. We're on Tumblr, ffs.

I love tea. Yes I love coffee, too, but because of an rp character my name and personality has sort of become enmeshed with even just the notion of tea and all manner of tea paraphernalia. Teapots, tea cups, tea service, tea sets, tea, tea, tea, tea... *cue Monty Python singing the Spam song but it's tea*

I love photography. I'm a hobby photographer, and once I'm the hell out of Texas, I'll feel inspired to jump back into my photo game again.

I love cooking. What started out of spite because of my ex and a mutual friend telling me I'd starve to death without the ex to cook for me has turned into a creative outlet and passion. I know I cook more than my ex ever did, and with the exception of my picky, pissy SIL, most people love my cooking. So yay me.

I love animals, the beach (obviously - it's the place I most want to be), flowers, lots of different fandoms aside from Marvel (Hannibal, The Following, horror movies, Stephen King, period movies, literature, Shakespeare, Stranger Things, Peaky Blinders, Boardwalk Empire, ALL of the things that Mike Flanagan directs, BBC Sherlock, RDJ's Sherlock movies - the list is really kind of long, so I won't try to put everything down). I love pretty much all types of music (save Christian rock and quite a lot of pop singers, esp one particular one whose name I've had to filter out because so many of y'all love her).

I write fanfiction. I'm not a popular writer, but I'm damned good at what I do. For those who don't know, I'm Wolfsheart on AO3. I'm a huge sucker for kudos and comments. LOVE the comments, especially the positive ones. Hateful ones, not so much. I delete, block, and report people who send hateful shit. If you leave hateful shit without signing in, I'll report you as spam since AO3 hasn't provided a way to block and report 'guests'.

I've got side blogs on Tumblr that are mine alone and a few Tumblrs that I co-mod with one of my sibs from another crib, @scottxlogan. In case you're interested:

Mine:

Love is in the Earth (A blog about geology/stones/crystals covering both geological and metaphysical properties of them)

Mimir's Well (Tarot/Divination blog)

Lokiscarlip (Good Omens RP)

Mine and Scottxlogan's:

Marvelrarepairs (Marvel Rare Pairs, self-explanatory)

Starksummers (Also self-explanatory? Scott Summers/Tony Stark, or as we call them, Mechanical Boy Band)

Marvelrarepairs Bingo (Same as above but with Bingo cards!)

Scott Summers Bingo (A bingo for pro-Scott Summers folks)

Scogan Bingo (Scott Summers/Logan)

Oh yeah, here's a big thing. Super big heathen here. Nordic gods are my deity-drugs of choice. Loki's the top of the hierarchy. I read tarot, runes, psychometry. I'm your basic beach witch currently stuck in relatively Central Texas, trying to get this making money for me before my sister and I can escape Tex-ass and even after.

Look, I tag every post. I tag with what's in the post, if I put my negative opinions into the post (even the tags), I will always tag with "This is not a ***** friendly blog." Ex. "This is not a Jean Grey friendly blog," and "This is not a Peggy Carter friendly blog." If there's something I post that isn't tagged in a way that you'd like to filter it out, send me an Ask and I will put that tag into my routine so that you can filter it out. Tags are a courtesy, and I'm all about being courteous - kind of wish more folks on here were that courteous because there's some stuff I filter out and y'all don't tag so I'm stuck seeing it and have to block those posts.

Oh but here's the catch. I have Anon Asks shut off. I used to get a lot of hate asks and even death threats in anon because someone didn't like that I don't like a character they loved. That was pre-tagging days on here. So I shut off Anon Asks. Sorry, not sorry. You can send me asks, you'll be safe, and I won't like...eat your face or anything.

I only eat the rude.