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#they are all in the big centipede
ask-the-music-man · 1 year
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(It Crispmas, funny sweaters for everyone
Except DJ, bc he is too big for clothes, but he doesn’t mind)
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clownsuu · 1 year
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𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝙴𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑! 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚘𝚗.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚎'𝚜 (𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊) 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚋𝚑.
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H e a v i l y depends on who Howdy meets smhhhh- example being one of my many large spider characters JDHDHHDHD
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puppetmaster13u · 8 months
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I just wanted to draw Batgirl Barbara with some Oracle vibes, like an inbetween stage of sorts.
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Au is by @phoenixcatch7 and you need to check them out if you haven't <3
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lesbonoi · 20 days
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its a little funny that violets curio room is full of reused models from sinking city used as hoaxes/fakes (just a few as an example)
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and then they get used again in the awakened where its. Ummmm. well. kind of adds to the "was this real or not" thing in shta in a fun way
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lavenderjewels · 2 years
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It’s hilarious that kenjaku told gojo they’d meet again in the new world in light of the latest chapter. was he planning on merging humanity into a disgusting and terrifying cursed spirit to control and then releasing gojo to hang out with after
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jyunism · 5 months
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ALL ABOUT CHEW SECURED ‼��
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bulkhummus · 1 year
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i still do think that kevin was never interested in whatever carlos was doing as long as he was distracted enough to stay in the desert other world.. like when it comes down to it their relationship was about enabling one another in both directions
#kevin was keeping carlos there#(and i dont mean he was the only thing keeping carlos there there were other things)#and carlos was giving things for kevin to report on#and they were using eachother to get back to where they once were sfter their faith and lives were stolen from them#or booted out of more aptly#kevin got to recreate the dillusion of having his own carlos reporting on things#got to play cecils role essentially#and carlos got to play hero and beloved town figured without worrying of never belonging#it was all about egos of two very selfish people#and ultimately it ends in selfishness bc kevin thinks carlos is leaving cecil and nv for him and db2#and carlos is leaving beause the dow is no longer serving him or his interests#i mean like carlos was worried to that he didnt belong in nv and his faith was shaken and he couldnt return physically like i get that#and i think its fun to think about carlos leaving behind a town and a religion that he impart helped solidify either by accident or knowingl#bc he is a scientist and that rules his life and how he thinks and believes and functions#he was destined to destroy that big centipede god from the moment kevin started praising it#which feels symbolic of their friendship to me#i also stand by the belief that carlos was trying to convince himself he was having a good time and was okay while he was trapped there#(his whole convo with cecil abt changing the words they use)#there were probably moments he didnt look too closely at where he wondered if he WAS enjoying himself but the stuff in it devours makes me#feel like he was truly struggling and just ignoring it bc he had no other options#and i still think the moment his work is destroyed and clarifty smacks back into him like a train that he has nothing outside of his work#no life no colleagues no cecil and some kind of odd friendship with kevin predicated on being workaholics#like kevin is not a good person in narrative and carlos is……. a good person who keeps doing bad things#but both of them do things without consulting in others first bc they’re making assumptions for other people#ive been sitting here thinking about why carlos loves cecil but thats gonna be a different post probably#i think ive made a post abt it already but now im thinking sbout it in terms of comparing cecil and kevin and what kevin cant do for carlos#that cecil can etc etc#wtnv#welcome to night vale
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doctorwhoisadhd · 9 hours
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i am so much less scared of wasps than i used to be but i just had the BIGGEST WASP IVE EVER SEEN get into my apartment somehow and let me tell u she tested me. BUT!!!! I GOT HER OUTSIDE!!!!
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shinkai-kaiju · 1 month
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i wish i had a snake so bad >_<
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rostii · 2 years
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okay halloween is over & the party i went to was like 3 weeks ago at this point but !! here's my outfit ! the vibe was gothic horror pulp cover 🕷🕸
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thebewilderer · 1 year
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PRO TIP
When someone says "[X] makes me upset," that is not your cue to talk about [X] at length and in as much detail as you can! It is, in fact, your cue to shut the fuck up about it!
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No because today I say i would not expend time doing things I don't really know how to do, and then you see me trying to do a fluffybird animatic with the human centipede songie (aka as red flags song tho) all in the middle of the day 💀.
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baiselong · 19 days
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MDC - Alexander
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For the longest time this guys name was 'Kind' cause I could NOT come up with a name for him. He was one of the first Dolls (both literally and in lore), closely resembling Master in appearance. He was also very simple in quirk initially, he was made to just be the happy man that fulfills tasks and simple errands for the Master. His chores expanded when more 'traitors' left so he is the multi-task guy that maintains different things in the mansion. Another example of a Doll being unable to break programming, since he is an older Doll created for a more simple purpose, he is not allowed to express curtain emotions. He is basically forced to be in a happy state or at least not allowed to show any other strong emotions that stray too far from his good mood state, lest he starts becoming nauseous and vomit black fluids. These fluids are basically a physical form of negativity or anything that isn't 'good' along with some blood, its super fun guys I swear. Alexander just puts on his smile and tries to help others when he can, he does his best to avoid shifting his mood too much and others respect him for his difficult to break facade (even Allenjes doesn't mess with him much, it only took one vomiting session for Allenjes to stop indefinitely with pranks and japes), it eats at him internally. Alexander does yearn for feeling something else but just slaves away doing his tasks nothing more...until some little gremlin moth woman comes his way...
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nexus-nebulae · 4 months
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rain world leviathans my absolute befeared
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headspace-hotel · 5 days
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Nature is healing.
I burned the Meadow a couple weeks ago. At first it looked like nothing but charred ashes and dirt, with a few scorched green patches, and I was afraid I'd done something terrible. But then the sprouts emerged. Tender new leaves swarming the soil.
My brother and I were outside after dark the other day, to see if any lightning bugs would emerge yet. We had been working on digging the pond. That old soggy spot in the middle of the yard that we called "poor drainage," that always splattered mud over our legs when we ran across it as children—it isn't a failed lawn, and it never was.
Oh, we tried to fill in the mud puddles, even rented heavy machinery and graded the whole thing out, but the little wetland still remembered. God bless those indomitable puddles and wetlands and weeds, that in spite of our efforts to flatten out the differences that make each square meter of land unique from another, still declare themselves over and over to be what they are.
So we've been digging a hole. A wide, shallow hole, with an island in the middle.
And steadily, I've been transplanting in vegetation. At school there is a soggy field that sadly is mowed like any old field. The only pools where a frog could lay eggs are tire ruts. From this field I dig up big clumps of rushes and sedges, and nobody pays me any mind when I smuggle them home.
I pulled a little stick of shrubby willow from some cracked pavement near a creek, and planted it nearby. From a ditch on the side of the road beside a corn field, I dug up cattail rhizomes. Everywhere, tiny bits of wilderness, holding on.
I gathered up rotting logs small enough to carry and made a log pile beside the pond. At another corner is a rock pile. I planted some old branches upright in the ground to make a good place for birds and dragonflies to perch.
And there are so many birds! Mourning doves, robins, cardinals and grackles come here in much bigger numbers, and many, many finches and sparrows. I always hear woodpeckers, even a Pileated Woodpecker here and there. A pair of bluebirds lives here. There are three tree swallows, a barn swallow also, tons of chickadees, and there's always six or seven blue jays screaming and making a commotion. And the goldfinches! Yesterday I watched three brilliant yellow males frolic among the tall dandelions. They would hover above the grass and then drop down. One landed on a dandelion stem and it flopped over. There are several bright orange birds too. I think a couple of them are orioles, but there's definitely also a Summer Tanager. There's a pair of Canada Geese that always fly by overhead around the same time in the evening. It's like their daily commute.
The other day, as I watched, I saw a Cooper's Hawk swoop down and carry off a robin. This was horrifying news for the robin individually, but great news for the ecosystem. The food chain can support more links now.
There are two garter snakes instead of one, both of them fat from being good at snaking. I wonder if there will be babies?
But the biggest change this year is the bugs. It's too early for the lightning bugs, but all the same the yard is full of life.
It's like remembering something I didn't know I forgot. Oh. This is how it's supposed to be. I can't glance in any direction without seeing the movement of bugs. Fat crickets and earwigs scuttle underneath my rock piles, wasps flit about and visit the pond's shore, an unbelievable variety of flies and bees visit the flowers, millipedes and centipedes hide under the logs. Butterflies, moths, and beetles big and small are everywhere.
I can't even describe it in terms of individual encounters; they're just everywhere, hopping and fluttering away with every step. There are so many kinds of ants. I sometimes stare really closely at the ground to watch the activities of the ants. Sometimes they are in long lines, with two lanes of ants going back and forth, touching antennae whenever two ants traveling in opposite directions meet. Sometimes I see ants fighting each other, as though ant war is happening. Sometimes the ants are carrying the curled-up bodies of dead ants—their fallen comrades?
My neighbor gave me all of their fallen leaves (twelve bags!) and it turns out that piling leaves on top of a rock and log pile in a wet area summons an unbelievable amount of snails.
I always heard of snails as pests, but I have learned better. Snails move calcium through the food chain. Birds eat snails and use the calcium in their shells to make egg shells. In this way, snails lead to baby birds. I never would have known this if I hadn't set out to learn about snails.
In the golden hour of evening, bugs drift across the sky like golden motes of dust, whirling and dancing together in the grand dramas of their tiny lives. I think about how complicated their worlds are. After interacting with bees and wasps so much for so long, I'm amazed by how intelligent and polite they are. Bumble bees will hover in front of me, swaying side to side, or circle slowly around me several times, clearly perceiving some kind of information...but what? It seems like bees and wasps can figure out if you are a threat, or if you are peaceful, and act accordingly.
I came to a realization about wasps: when they dart at your head so you hear them buzzing close by your ears, they're announcing their presence. The proper response is to freeze and duck down a bit. It seems like wasps can recognize if you're being polite; for what it's worth, I've never been stung by a wasp.
As night falls, bats emerge and start looping and darting around in the sky above. If the yard seems full of bugs in the day, it is nothing compared to the night.
I'm aware that what I'm about to describe, to an entomophobe, sounds like a horror movie: when i walk to the back yard, the trees are audibly crackling and whirring with the activity of insects. Beetles hover among the branches of the trees. When we look up at the sky, moths of all sizes are flying hither and thither across it. A large, very striking white moth flies past low to the ground.
Last year, seeing a moth against the darkening sky was only occasional. Now there's so many of them.
I consider it in my mind:
When roads and houses are built and land is turned over to various human uses, potentially hundreds of native plant species are extirpated from that small area. But all of the Eastern USA has been heavily altered and destroyed.
Some plants come back easily, like wild blackberry, daisy fleabane, and common violets. But many of them do not. Some plants need fire to sprout, some need Bison or large birds to spread them, some need humans to harvest and care for them, some live in habitats that are frequently treated with contempt, some cannot bear to be grazed by cattle, some are suffocated beneath invasive Tall Fescue, Kentucky bluegrass, honeysuckle or Bradford pears, and some don't like being mowed or bushhogged.
Look at the landscape...hundreds and hundreds of acres of suburbs, pastures, corn fields, pavement, mowed verges and edges of roads.
Yes, you see milkweed now and then, a few plants on the edge of the road, but when you consider the total area of space covered by milkweed, it is so little it is nearly negligible. Imagine how many milkweed plants could grow in a single acre that was caretaken for their prosperity—enough to equal fifty roadsides put together!
Then I consider how many bugs are specialists, that can only feed upon a particular plant. Every kind of plant has its own bugs. When plant diversity is replaced by Plant Sameness, the bug population decreases dramatically.
Plant sameness has taken over the world, and the insect apocalypse is a result.
But in this one small spot, nature is healing...
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foxstens · 9 months
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lmao ppl talk about garbage wastes as spearmaster being hard as if saint isnt 100x worse
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