#peak a boo caterpillar

[pick-a-plush]

huge big fan of this Blog . love all the Guys you show .. may perhaps we see some Wormguys or Caterpillarguys in the polls..

ft my Inchs & my Mr. Today :}

Thank you so much ❤️

I would love to do a poll with your two guys! They’re so cute, thanks for sending in pics! I love seeing peoples’ loved plushies in their natural habitats!

[birdsareblooming]

I Can’t Forget.

BirdsAreBlooming 300 Followers Fic

(Ya’ll voted for a fic! Then you voted for it to be Sans and Papyrus centered! Then ya’ll voted for it to be emotional! So!)

[Part one] [Part two] [Part three]

Frisk knew only two constants when it came to the skeleton brothers. One was that Sans was calm, mellow, and couldn’t crack. Two was that Papyrus was bright, happy, and loud. Remember these two constants, because they are important later.

It is always good to have constants, but it was especially good to have constants with the skeleton brothers. They were very unexpected. Literally anything could happen in their presence. Papyrus could walk on air to grab a toy from the roof, Sans could step into the fridge and step out of the bathroom only a second later, Papyrus could run at impossible speeds to win a quick, purely non-competitive race, and Sans could be at every street sign of that race, somehow. At this point, Frisk had welcomed expecting the unexpected.

But they hadn’t expected this.

“HUMAN!” Called Papyrus, from inside the house door. “HURRY UP PLEASE!” Frisk sprinted over to the door, trying not to trip over the weight of the empty box they carried.

“You can call me Frisk, you know.” They signed, after dropping the small box inside.

“I KNOW, I KNOW, IT’S NATURAL TO CALL YOU THAT IN THESE SURROUNDINGS.” He had a point. They were back at Sans and Papyrus’s old house, most of the underground was packing personal items for the surface, and the skeleton brothers weren’t free from this rule. Frisk wanted to get out of school, so they offered to help the brothers pack the remaining things from their home.

It was weird being back here. The familiar smell, the same snow crunching under their feet, the same places Frisk had gotten very used to. But it was weirder that it was so empty. Frisk didn’t like it being so empty, it gave them a weird feeling. Stepping into the brother’s house while it was empty wasn’t natural. The painting was gone, the pet rock was carefully moved, the couch was half in a box Papyrus was shoving it into, the tv had disappeared completely. “ALSO IT’S HABIT, SORRY.”

“It’s quite alright!” Frisk signed, smiling, picking up the small box again. “Where do I put this?” Papyrus looked up from shoving the couch in a giant box.

“OH! THAT’S FOR MY ROOM. MY BOOKS ARE GOING IN THAT ONE.” Frisk nodded and skipped up the stairs, and opened Papyrus’s room with a side push.

“sup kid.” Frisk lifted their head to see the shorter brother, carefully sticking action figurines in a padded box.

“Hi!” They responded, placing the box by the book shelf. “What’s cook’n?”

“noth’n much. just help’n pap out.” Frisk grinned.

“So you’re…” they leaned in, “...doing something?” Sans let a chuckle slip.

“maybe.” he laughed again, “it’s nothn’ much, and it’s helping pap’s sanity.” Frisk looked at him confused. “it’s just been a little stressful is all,” he placed another action figure into the box, and started closing it, “my bro’s great, but he’s not the best at socialisation if you know what i mean.” Frisk knew what he meant. Papyrus was a sweetheart, and amazing to be around, but he came on strong. It also didn’t help that skeletons in the human world were a sign of death, and Papyrus was a monster, humans were still getting used to them. So Papyrus coming on strong and loud and frightening wouldn’t do him any good. He never understood when he was doing wrong in a conversation, and Frisk got that. “he doesn’t look it, but it’s weighing on him.”

Frisk nodded. It was weighing on everyone, especially them. Monsters had trained themselves to keep a happy face in bad times, it would take them a while to adjust. Sans lightly punched Frisk in the arm,

“hey, lighten up will ya? we didn’t come here to be sad sacks.” Frisk smiled and started placing books into the box. The differences were frightening. “ADVANCED PUZZLE CONSTRUCTION FOR CRITICAL MINDS.” Was first in the box “GOOD NIGHT STARS” was the second “LONG DIVISION PROBLEMS FOR LEISURE AND RECREATION” was followed by “A SMOL CATERPILLAR”, “THE ILIAD”, “IF YOU GIVE A DOG A BONE”, and “ADVANCED SCIENTIFIC ENGINEERING [201X edition]”

“be careful with that last one,” Sans said, “it’s old and classic.” Frisk carefully placed “PEAK-A-BOO WITH FLUFFY BUNNY” into the box, and started closing it.

“Anything I need to pack from the closet?” They said, opening it up.

“nope, paps got that ages ago.” Frisk looked around. The bed was packed up, so were the posters. Papyrus had gotten a new and better computer, so the old one’s data had been harvested and put into a new monitor. The carpet had been rolled up. The box of bones had a new home. It felt… wrong, somehow. “let’s get these boxes downstairs, then i can sleep.” Frisk nodded.

Recently Sans had surprisingly enough been doing things… kinda. He was participating willingly and even showered every once in a while. But there was still laundry undone and dishes he was supposed to do left in the sink. He was getting there, and getting better. Alphys had said the sun was good for his health, and him being forced to do somethings had caused him to willingly do other things. He would never admit it, but he was getting closer and closer.

When they walked down the stairs Papyrus wasn’t there, but the couch was fully in the box.

“Where’d he go?” Frisk asked.

“probably to get more boxes, he’ll be back.” Sans placed the boxes he was carrying next to the door, and went to lay on the couch, but only found a giant box sealed instead. He shrugged, and slid on top of the box, and started snoozing. Frisk giggled.

“SAANS?” Sans sighed and sat up, and Frisk turned to the door. Papyrus’s voice seemed worried. Sans waited till Papyrus was at the door, to do otherwise would mean Sans would have to raise his voice, which he wouldn’t do anytime soon. Frisk leaned against the wall as the door creaked open.

“what’s up bro-” Sans stopped suddenly, then pretended he hadn’t. The taller brother’s face was wrinkled into a confused and worried expression, and he was looking down at what he was holding in his hands. Clasped gently was a large blueprint, folded over itself. From the distance it was too difficult to understand.

“SANS, WHAT IS THIS?” Papyrus turned to his brother, holding up the blueprints.

“looks like some old garbage to me,” he shrugged, “unless it’s some old blueprints for one of your puzzles, you must have forgotte-”

“‘NEED TO REALIGN THE GRAVIMETRIC WAVE REFRACTORY.’”

“what?” Sans stammered.

“THAT’S WHAT IT SAYS,” Papyrus pointed at the blueprints, and continued reading, “‘ONCE THE REROUTE THE SECOND SYSTEM IT SHOULD CAUSE A REACTION.’” Sans looked away from his brother.

“sounds like technobabble to me.” he said, “real sci-fy stuff-”

“DO YOU THINK I DON’T KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?” It went quiet for a second.

“huh?”

“I READ BOOKS.”

“i know you’re very good at it.” “I MEAN, I READ SCIENCE BOOKS…IT HELPS ME SLEEP.”

“and?”

“THIS ISN’T MEANINGLESS TECHNO JARGON,” Papyrus looked right at his brother, “THIS IS-” Sans nodded his head in Frisk’s direction. Papyrus stopped, and sighed. “HUMAN, YOU SHOULD GO BACK TO YOUR MOTHER NOW!!” he said, putting on a smile. “BESIDES, YOU HAVE SCHOOL TO DO.”

“I wanna stay!” Frisk signed, as Papyrus was pushing them out the door.

“I KNOW BUT... UH... WE HAVE... SIBLING THINGS TO DO!! YOU WOULDN’T UNDERSTAND.” Frisk crossed their arms and gave Papyrus a stern look in the doorway. “I’LL SEE YOU LATER HUMAN! THANKS SO MUCH FOR YOUR HELP!!” Frisk sighed.

“You’re welcome.”

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Uratelornis chimaera

By Frank Vassen, CC BY 2.0 

Etymology: Tail Bird

First Described By: Rothschild, 1895

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoromorpha, Maniraptoriformes, Maniraptora, Pennaraptora, Paraves, Eumaniraptora, Averaptora, Avialae, Euavialae, Avebrevicauda, Pygostaylia, Ornithothoraces, Euornithes, Ornithuromorpha, Ornithurae, Neornithes, Neognathae, Neoaves, Inopinaves, Telluraves, Afroaves, Coraciimorphae, Cavitaves, Eucavitaves, Picocoraciae, Picodynastornithes, Coraciiformes, Brachypteraciidae

Status: Extant, Vulnerable

Time and Place: Within the last 10,000 years, in the Holocene of the Quaternary 

The Long-Tailed Ground-Roller is only known from a small portion of the Southwestern coast of Madagascar 

Physical Description: The Long-Tailed Ground-Roller is a medium-sized bird, ranging between 34 and 47 centimeters in length. These are very visually distinctive birds, with long, pointy tails sticking up off of their buts. These tails are taupe and black striped, with the stripes being extensively distinctive in the males. These birds have speckled backs of light brown, black, and red; their wings are light brown with white tops and black under parts. They have red patches on their necks and throats, with black bands around these patches. Their heads are light brown, with black striping over them. They have long, skinny legs that are pale yellow; and thick, sharp, black beaks. Their bellies are white, with maybe some light grey spotting. It is very hard to miss this beautiful bird!

Diet: The Long-Tailed Ground-Roller mainly eats invertebrates, including ants, beetles, butterflies, caterpillars, cockroaches, grasshoppers, woodlice, and worms.

Behavior: The Long-Tailed Ground-Roller spends a good amount of time running about on the ground, rummaging through leave litter and dirt for its favorite food. It can also fly a little bit, catching food in mid-air, but it is very limited in flying abilities and rarely relies on them for gathering food. It is a very powerful runner, spending most of its time on the move in search of food. It is usually hunting at twilight and during the night, but it can also be found hunting during the day. 

By Frank Vassen, CC BY 2.0 

The Long-Tailed Ground-Roller is a fairly noisy bird, making a wide variety of calls, depending on the situation; while it does so, it’ll bob its head and raise its tail. When fighting for territory, males will make even, low-pitched “boo booo boo” calls, which can be heard over distances of 200 meters. These are made most frequently during the day, sometimes even a few meters off of the ground while perched in trees. All sexes make chuckling calls when they’re near their mate, usually lasting for half a minute and ending in a harsh, scratching note along with displays of the wingtips. While on the ground or in low branches, they also can be found making low “gu gu gu gu” calls, sometimes preceded by “too-tucs” in short concession. These calls are made by mated pairs calling to each other while hunting near the nest. If there’s a real and present danger to the nest, they’ll make a “too-tuc” call again, louder and more drawn out, along with scratching noises to get the attention of their mate.

Interestingly enough, the Long-Tailed Ground-Roller also raises its tail when excited. This is difficult to see, however, as it is a very shy bird. 

By Gerry Zambonini, CC BY-SA 2.0 

These birds start breeding in October and continue through January, though they peak in November and December when the rainy season is at its peak. A monogamous bird, the pairs are very territorial, and defend their nests vigorously. They build nests together near open areas, with the male feeding the female throughout the process. They use their bill sand feet to dig a ditch in the sand, far from vegetation; usually this burrow is about 8 centimeters in diameter. They line it with dry vegetation, and can make up to six nests in a season, but usually only one is tended to. These birds will display to each other while they construct the nest, using bill tilts, loud cracks, and flapping wings, to impress each other. They lay two to four white eggs, and the young are fed by both parents. They’re usually cared for for a while after fledging, living together in family groups. These birds don’t migrate, though they can move seasonally from one area to the next based on water availability. 

By Quartl, CC BY-SA 3.0 

Ecosystem: The Long-Tailed Ground-Roller is endemic to Madagascar, living in a narrow strip of habitat by the coast. This habitat is mainly arid thorn-scrub and deciduous woodland, dominated by weird Madagascar foliage. It stays where shade is at least present, and it isn’t usually found in deforested habitat. This bird is vulnerable to predation from humans, dogs, rats, and other animals.

Other: Because the Long-Tailed Ground-Roller lives in such a limited habitat, it is extremely vulnerable to extinction; habitat destruction and habitat quality decline has led to extensive drops in its population. No part of its habitat is currently being preserved, creating an area that most needs conservation efforts. It was a common bird at the beginning of the 1900s, but today is considered rare, between 10,000 and 33,000 birds left; ongoing conservation efforts are poor, and it is only kept in one zoo.

~ By Meig Dickson

Sources under the Cut 

Jobling, J. A. 2010. The Helm Dictionary of Scientific Bird Names. Christopher Helm Publishing, A&C Black Publishers Ltd, London.

Langrand, O. & Kirwan, G.M. (2019). Long-tailed Ground-roller (Uratelornis chimaera). In: del Hoyo, J., Elliott, A., Sargatal, J., Christie, D.A. & de Juana, E. (eds.). Handbook of the Birds of the World Alive. Lynx Edicions, Barcelona.

[realeighchaunci]

It started on Valentine’s Day weekend. I have always hung out with friends for V day so this one was nothing new except i had a “boo”. A couple of weeks prior my friends asked me what I had planned and on the outside I answered “oh nothing girl”. Deep down inside i was scared to ask what “bae” had planned because what if he said “nothing “I don’t celebrate holidays”. I didn’t want to get my feelings hurt so I danced around it until like 2-3 days before the day of and asked if he had any plans or if he even celebrated the holiday. Well of course he responded......”to be honest....I don’t celebrate holidays” well I responded back and said “well I Think we should do something....were exclusive so I think a small gift is the most we could do...*silence’ he basically glanced over the topic. Well fast forward to Friday and days of bragging and begging for a small gesture (ladies I’m gonna say this and leave it here....don’t beg a man for shit...he either gonna do it or not) myself and 2 coworkers decided to hit up downtown...well bae was coming over when he got off and being a millennial i thought to myself i finally got me a little boo to knock it with on V day (in my head of course) so i planned on being with my girls and then cap it off with my play boyfriend. Well I dismiss myself from the girl gang and head to the crib to prepare for my man....well he decides to arrive around 1 am (yep you guessed it....done missed the peak party hours to rush home and wait for a man who didn’t see me worthy of any type of commitment but yet enjoyed the benefits...not his fault 100% though). And of course he comes with no gift so I immediately catch an attitude and ask where my gift is...his reply. “I forgot..I’ve been so busy”. I thought to myself but you didn’t forget to hit me up and tell me you wanted some company Friday...so i in turn forgot to deliver the anticipated v day goods (sounded fair to me) well homie felt the tension because the next morning he ran to the store and copped the 50% off chocolates and some horribly designed stuffed caterpillar, needless to say it was the bare minimum but that’s not his fault that’s all I ever set the tone for so that’s what he offered well I accepted and not too long after he says “ok so now can you return the favor”. (I can feel my ancestors reacting to this in the utmost disgust) i blankly stare at him and give him that look that shows “m*fer you done lost you damn mind who in the hell you think you talking to” so in my mind I’m like...yeah homie done got comfortable....time to go into savage mode so I say well let me go and get some food (I’m thinking to myself since we clearly do things on our time shit let me make you wait like you did me) well this particular guy is a mommas boy so he copped an attitude well IDGAF nigga you in my shit (funny how all of a sudden I stand up for myself...like girl we should’ve been kicked him out)so I get back do my thug sizzle and I noticed that I wasn’t even into it like that. Like you know when you feel empty and you just in it just to be in it but you’re not happy not sad you’re just there. It hit me “he’s taking up space....he doesn’t add value....he’s just taking up space” why am I allowing that...why am I settling...that WORTH ....that and I’m sure my ancestors were tired of me being slow for the upteenth time 😂. So i knew it was time for him go (i was always cancelling him anyway...but like most i kept him around because shit it’s cold and I hate being cold...and alone and ashy and if you not one of these women who keep men around knowing they not it then congratulations, kudos to you but i ain’t got there yet and I’m not embarrassed by it either). So yeah homie got that ass right on kicked out and you can guess why (he had another little friend he thought he could hit up while laying in my bed) I’m tired of explaining this story but I felt like wiriting it down to show...I’m human, I’m learning like the rest of y’all and I’m still getting there, so sis. Kick him out. Stop begging to be pursued, don’t beg for communication, don’t beg for company!