#with some chickens

[possibly-in-wonderland]

I need someone tenderly braiding my hair while we sit in a meadow, a picnic basket fit for a hobbit at our sides, filled with homebaked bread, homemade jams, jellies, various fruits, some sandwiches, scones, and tea.

In the distance, many plants for foraging. Butterflies flutter about, symbolizing hope and rebirth. A family of rabbits grazes around the meadow, frogs leap onto the lily pads of the local pond, and sparrows fly overhead.

Our two cats have joined us and are sunbathing, occasionally trying to leap at the previously mentioned sparrows.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[kedreeva]

There's some dude (derogatory) on FB who is PISSED people are pricing their farm fresh eggs at $2 and $3 a dozen instead of $4+, saying it's "disrespectful" and "undignified" and "I'm trying to feed my kids" like Sir, you are on a Facebook group page bitching about your neighbors egg prices because your pet chickens aren't earning you a living wage and you think it's your neighbors' fault, you do not have a leg to stand on here wrt dignity.

Also half the answers are like "I give them to friends and family free" or "I donate them to food banks" or "I'm making them affordable to folks who might not otherwise be able to get them now that they're so expensive in the store" and "if you think you're going to turn a profit keeping backyard chickens you have been wildly misled" and so on, and so forth, and I'm so living for it.

and I can tell you right now, he did NOT like my answer of "if you're trying to feed your kids, I hear eggs are edible."

[the-cal-zone]

NEW DAHSCON, NEW MASCOT!

INTRODUCING THE TRUE FACE OF DASHCON: THE INTERN

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Shell quirks! Part 1, Raph!

[1-2-3-4]

While snapping turtles limbs are too big to fit into their teeny plastron, they can still pull their heads back pretty far! It can look a bit spooky, with their big jaws hissing at you from the dark cavern of their shoulders. I’ve had one too many a brush with Raph’s common cousins while fishing.

He’d probably keep the ability to hide his head tho! Could make for some fun hijinks, either in pranks or fights. He’d make a pretty good Headless Horseman on Halloween I bet. Mikey could pull the opposite and be the Black Knight from Monty Python and the Holy Grail lol

Related to that, my family got a gag gift in the form of a Black Knight plushie with removable limbs and little red ribbons inside as a kid. The four of us caused a lot of grey hairs with our antics back then, of that I am sure!

[miusmusings]

Some of you haven't been to the darkest depths of ao3 and it shows

[egophiliac]

Hello ! I positively adore the running joke of Idia unknowingly finding Lilia to be the coolest guy ever whenever he doesn't know it's him, like when Silver described his father, or obviously with muscle red. I can't say what'd be funnier, Idia finding out his online best friend is actually Lilia, resident spooky hyper fairy; or them both never finding out, and it'd become even more ridiculous as time goes on. How do you think it'll play out ? You're always so on point

(Also, though it makes sense, I'm still devastated bat boy didn't get a ticket for the Halloween skeleton train : ( does anyone mentions him at some point ? Like how he'd have fit right in with all those Halloween town little freaks, and how he'd have impressed them with his spooks and scared techniques; after all he's been every Briar Valley's children worst fear on Halloween for centuries. I'm on the eng server and I didn't wanna spoil myself by watching the whole thing on youtube)

Have a nice day !

you and me both, Idia and Lilia being oblivious online BFFs (+ Idia being incredibly intimidated any time Silver brings up his jock gamer dad) is my favorite running joke/subplot. 🤝 it's SO good, to the point where I also am unsure if I actually want it to ever be resolved or not...maybe, like, as a post-canon stinger or something? everyone's standing around covered in overblot ink, and Idia and Lilia's phones go off at the same time...

(legit I do think this is part of why Idia couldn't be present for Lilia's dream, because for some reason Lilia decided he was going to just. embody his past self online. he probably quotes his own battle strategies or whatever in the middle of boss fights. Idia didn't pick up on the whole "oh how weird that we both live on a super remote island" thing, but he would spend thirty seconds listening to General Lilia describing siege warfare and be like "w-wait")

all that aside, however it does end up happening, I do see Lilia being very blasé and all "oh! cool!" about it. y'know, taking it very much in stride! and Idia...very much not.

(can't tell if tumblr is going to chew this into illegibility or not, this will be a fun surprise ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ)

as for Lilia sadly missing out on Halloweentown shenanigans...he does get one little mention as part of an offhand reference to the light music club, but so far no one has brought up how this basically is just Lost In the Book of Liliatown (Sebek's been too busy yelling about not getting to be in the same group as Malleus). 😔 honestly though, it's probably for the best that he got left out, because he would just settle right in and refuse to ever leave. canon would shatter. we would miss out on all the delightful angst of episode 7 because Lilia is too busy eating poisonous shrubbery inbetween practicing his very best screams, and no one can pull him away from it.

(I can hope for a sequel next year though...)

[chikkenhawke]

enraptured by the shape of this beast 🐣

get stickers etc -> here

[arttsuka]

So, @wolfythewitch 's gravity fowls au...

[canisalbus]

I swapped them around in a silly doodle

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[copepods]

messy trackpad study of my beautiful daughter(s)

[humans-are-tasty]

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Airplane is apparently a homophone for “flying chicken” in Mandarin. I’ve seen plenty of fanfics that have made it a joke that someone over hears Shen Qingqiu cursing flying chicken’s under his breath all the time. But where are the fics where Shen Qingqiu accidentally convinces everyone that the creator god of the univers is a chicken??

[bluuscreen]

triple masterminds ?

[timethehobo]

Just a quick sketchy thing. Get your healing from the necromancer.

[quimichi]

`✦ ˑ ִֶDELULU SUNDAY X F!READER 𓂃⊹

Sunday had made sure the room was perfect.

No sharp or edged objects, just in case you somehow became possessed by a malicious thought. It was like a golden cage. A big vanity but all products are locked away from you. Music boxes, books, even a little swing was inside. It was a picture perfect room, for him. For you it was a cell.

Every day he woke you up 7am sharp. The sun isn't even up yet when you are roused from your sleep. In the soft grey light of dawn, a hand is on your hair, Sundays fingers gently brushing through the strands.

"Wake up, My Dearest," he murmurs, as he does every morning, every dawn without fail. Sunday is waiting patiently beside the bed when your eyes finally open. He smiles down at you affectionately, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Good morning," he says quietly, his voice a soothing murmur in the dim light of your room. He gently takes your hand in his, his fingers brushing against your skin. "You slept well, I trust?" Sunday glances down at the wings on your neck, his jaw tensing. They are a little crooked, one wing higher than the other, and he quickly reaches out to adjust them.

"They cannot be uneven," he mutters, mostly to himself, as he tugs the wings into the right position. "They must be perfect." The wings are now straight, their delicate artificial feathers almost brushing against your neck. Sunday's touch is gentle as he smooths them out, his eyes fixed upon the two fake wings.

"There," he sighs. "They're perfect now. Just how they should be." Sunday seems content now that the wings are perfectly placed against your skin. He lets his eyes rove over your face for a second, taking in your every feature with a kind of reverent awe.

"You look lovely," he mumbles, almost to himself.

"The perfect angel, just as I imagined you would be."