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up to one billion birds in the us alone die of window collisions annually. if you support bird conservation, campaigning against wind farms should not be your first action.

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Sorry cant hang out today, I’m looking for shiny objects on the ground, you get it right?

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They alluded to more bird content in the next episode (which would be ep.54), and holy shit, yes, please, I need more bird content, as that bird -2 seems really cool. I will probably end up making fanart of said bird because yes.

spoiler warning // find us alive

The fact that there is a bird in FUA in the new episode makes me really happy because, well, birds are really cool and silly. On the other hand this also makes me worried, because it's find us alive.

Also... thank god Harley is actually alive

#find us alive #fua #bird #still not biased for birds

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i love being a therian

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through autism and necromancy everything is possible

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Personally, I think the SCP Foundation should have more fun and cool variations of [REDACTED] and [DATA EXPUNGED]

For example:

[HIDDEN BECAUSE I SAID SO, -O5-XX]

[TOTALLY HIDING A MEMTIC KILL AGENT]

[DATA [DATA EXPUNGED]]

[Nuh uh.]

[INSERT TEXT HERE]

[REDACTED FOR YOUR INCONVIENCE]

[GOOD LUCK]

[WAS GOING TO FINISH, BUT I TOOK AMNESTICS]

[ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, WHILE I PONDERED, WEAK AND WEARY,

OVER MANY A QUAINT AND CURIOUS VOLUME OF FORGOTTEN LORE,

WHILE I NODDED, NEARLY NAPPING, SUDDENLY THERE CAME A TAPPING,

AS OF SOME ONE GENTLY RAPPING, RAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR. “

“'TIS SOME VISITOR,” I MUTTERED, “TAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR—

ONLY THIS, AND NOTHING MORE.”

AH, DISTINCTLY I REMEMBER IT WAS IN THE BLEAK DECEMBER,

AND EACH SEPARATE DYING EMBER WROUGHT ITS GHOST UPON THE FLOOR.

EAGERLY I WISHED THE MORROW;—VAINLY I HAD SOUGHT TO BORROW

FROM MY BOOKS SURCEASE OF SORROW—SORROW FOR THE LOST LENORE—

FOR THE RARE AND RADIANT MAIDEN WHOM THE ANGELS NAME LENORE—

NAMELESS HERE FOR EVERMORE.

AND THE SILKEN SAD UNCERTAIN RUSTLING OF EACH PURPLE CURTAIN

THRILLED ME—FILLED ME WITH FANTASTIC TERRORS NEVER FELT BEFORE;

SO THAT NOW, TO STILL THE BEATING OF MY HEART, I STOOD REPEATING, “

“'TIS SOME VISITOR ENTREATING ENTRANCE AT MY CHAMBER DOOR—

SOME LATE VISITOR ENTREATING ENTRANCE AT MY CHAMBER DOOR;—

THIS IT IS, AND NOTHING MORE.”

PRESENTLY MY SOUL GREW STRONGER; HESITATING THEN NO LONGER,

“SIR,” SAID I, “OR MADAM, TRULY YOUR FORGIVENESS I IMPLORE;

BUT THE FACT IS I WAS NAPPING, AND SO GENTLY YOU CAME RAPPING,

AND SO FAINTLY YOU CAME TAPPING, TAPPING AT MY CHAMBER DOOR,

THAT I SCARCE WAS SURE I HEARD YOU”—HERE I OPENED WIDE THE DOOR;—

DARKNESS THERE, AND NOTHING MORE.

DEEP INTO THAT DARKNESS PEERING, LONG I STOOD THERE WONDERING, FEARING,

DOUBTING, DREAMING DREAMS NO MORTALS EVER DARED TO DREAM BEFORE;

BUT THE SILENCE WAS UNBROKEN, AND THE STILLNESS GAVE NO TOKEN,

AND THE ONLY WORD THERE SPOKEN WAS THE WHISPERED WORD, “LENORE!”

THIS I WHISPERED, AND AN ECHO MURMURED BACK THE WORD, “LENORE!”—

MERELY THIS, AND NOTHING MORE.

BACK INTO THE CHAMBER TURNING, ALL MY SOUL WITHIN ME BURNING,

SOON AGAIN I HEARD A TAPPING SOMEWHAT LOUDER THAN BEFORE.

“SURELY,” SAID I, “SURELY THAT IS SOMETHING AT MY WINDOW LATTICE,

LET ME SEE, THEN, WHAT THEREAT IS, AND THIS MYSTERY EXPLORE—

LET MY HEART BE STILL A MOMENT AND THIS MYSTERY EXPLORE;—

'TIS THE WIND AND NOTHING MORE.”

OPEN HERE I FLUNG THE SHUTTER, WHEN, WITH MANY A FLIRT AND FLUTTER,

IN THERE STEPPED A STATELY RAVEN OF THE SAINTLY DAYS OF YORE.

NOT THE LEAST OBEISANCE MADE HE; NOT A MINUTE STOPPED OR STAYED HE;

BUT, WITH MIEN OF LORD OR LADY, PERCHED ABOVE MY CHAMBER DOOR—

PERCHED UPON A BUST OF PALLAS JUST ABOVE MY CHAMBER DOOR—

PERCHED, AND SAT, AND NOTHING MORE.

THEN THIS EBONY BIRD BEGUILING MY SAD FANCY INTO SMILING,

BY THE GRAVE AND STERN DECORUM OF THE COUNTENANCE IT WORE.

“THOUGH THY CREST BE SHORN AND SHAVEN, THOU,” I SAID, “ART SURE NO CRAVEN,

GHASTLY GRIM AND ANCIENT RAVEN WANDERING FROM THE NIGHTLY SHORE—

TELL ME WHAT THY LORDLY NAME IS ON THE NIGHT'S PLUTONIAN SHORE!”

QUOTH THE RAVEN, “NEVERMORE.”

MUCH I MARVELLED THIS UNGAINLY FOWL TO HEAR DISCOURSE SO PLAINLY,

THOUGH ITS ANSWER LITTLE MEANING—LITTLE RELEVANCY BORE;

FOR WE CANNOT HELP AGREEING THAT NO LIVING HUMAN BEING

EVER YET WAS BLEST WITH SEEING BIRD ABOVE HIS CHAMBER DOOR—

BIRD OR BEAST UPON THE SCULPTURED BUST ABOVE HIS CHAMBER DOOR,

WITH SUCH NAME AS “NEVERMORE.”

BUT THE RAVEN, SITTING LONELY ON THE PLACID BUST, SPOKE ONLY

THAT ONE WORD, AS IF HIS SOUL IN THAT ONE WORD HE DID OUTPOUR.

NOTHING FURTHER THEN HE UTTERED—NOT A FEATHER THEN HE FLUTTERED—

TILL I SCARCELY MORE THAN MUTTERED, “OTHER FRIENDS HAVE FLOWN BEFORE—

ON THE MORROW HE WILL LEAVE ME, AS MY HOPES HAVE FLOWN BEFORE.”

THEN THE BIRD SAID, “NEVERMORE.”... CONT.]

#tw caps #caps cw #all caps #scp #scp foundation #o5 #redacted #the raven #edgar allan poe #joke #why did i make this #i think i made a mistake posting this

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LETS FUCKING GO!!

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Bird appreciation post

Shoutout to the flightless birds. Shoutout to the ground based birds. Shoutout to the birds who never land. Shoutout to the birds who swim.

Shoutout to the frugivores, carnivores, insectivores, omnivores, piscivores, and nectarivores.

Shoutout to the desert birds, mountain birds, snow birds, freshwater and saltwater seabirds, city birds, and rainforest birds.

Shoutout to extinct birds, and ones who straddle the line between bird or not bird. Shoutout to the bird-adjacent. Shoutout to the tiny birds and the massive birds.

Shoutout to the birds seen as pests by human society. Shoutout to the birds overshadowed by human society’s ideals. Shoutout to the birds deemed ugly or beautiful by human society.

Birds are beautiful. Don’t let them disappear.

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I'm fascinated by how the formatting of different social media sites affect how text is read.

For instance, a line break on Tumblr indicates a new idea.

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you cant fucking hurt me bitch im protected by the migratory bird act

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Consuming Murder Drones content makes me miss N and makes me happy about seeing N at the same time, so it makes me keep doing it, which in turn puts more of it on my feed.

#murder drones kin #fiction kin #md kin #fictionkin #kin #never had a kin act like-this so thats fun #N is so silly and cool

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Heheheheheheheh

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“Girls gays and theys” <- uninclusive while trying to be inclusive. Bad. Makes me uncomfortable.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and other distinguished guests” <- inclusive but far, far too formal

“Alrighty gamers” <- Incisive of everyone, informal, and fun to say.