Rebloging The Friends Who Follow Me

transfaguette:

transfaguette:

what i’ve learned from my attempts to be more active in discords and other online communities is you just have to show up and participate in conversation and even if youre a little annoying or awkward eventually people will grow a fondness to you out of familiarity alone

been a year since i made this post and I wanna say the same also rings true from the other side. sometimes new people show up and they annoy me at first but after a while the rapport and familiarity takes over.

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coelii:

coelii:

happy to report that gen α is using ‘Elon Musk’ as a derogative as of recent

this came about because we were playing mario party last night and I used boo to steal a star and our son called me “elon musk” and when I asked why he said “because you didn’t earn that”

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grendel-menz:

the weasel wife

mortallycrispygardener:

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nutmargaret:

baby time

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yuumei-art:

Caged Wings

Had this idea in my head for a while now. Finally gave it a go. Though my original idea was of a caged tiger, it somehow became birds as I sketched. Maybe I’ll make another version with a tiger in the future~

Here’s a quick timelapse. The full hours long 6 recording sessions for this painting, plus HD image and PSD file will be DMed on Patreon.com/Yuumei on April 5th.

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youminluck:

祝酷拉皮卡生日快乐！（这边忘记发了）

karlovycross:

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should-be-sleeping:

should-be-sleeping:

justprettygay:

should-be-sleeping:

should-be-sleeping:

In fifth grade a boy tried to impress me by swallowing a whole tadpole live and I punched him so hard that he puked and the tadpole was fine.

I kept it in a terrarium and it became a normal 🐸 despite everything. About a year afterward (I thought) it died, so I sadly put it in a shoebox in the shed until the ground thawed enough for a proper funeral but when that day came I opened the box and the frog was fine.

This is funnier than anything I have ever said.

This post is to Easter what a Geiger counter is to radiation.

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ruusverd:

relevant-catnik:

dsudis:

So wait are livestock guardian dogs to their flocks like… Clark Kent among the residents of Smallville? He’s been here since he was a baby, we all know him, and he’s… generally one-of-us shaped, uh, approximately. And then when something goes wrong he suddenly leaps into action and does some terrifying impossible shit none of us could do. And then comes back home and settles in like nothing happened and he’s one of us again.

Hmm.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Actual answer: the sheep know the dogs are not sheep, and they also know the dog is protecting them and take their cues from the dog about whether they need to run for the barn or can just ignore anything scary that approaches.

However, a friend once had an extremely premature orphan lamb born in December who had to live in the house for a couple of months with leg braces and all that, who due to spending her lambhood with dogs instead of sheep came out of the whole experience convinced she was a livestock guardian dog! She would patrol the perimeter of the fields every evening with the actual dog, stand watch in the barn door at night like the dog, and was more than willing to throw down if she saw something scary coming towards the flock the way the guard dog did. Tragically orphaned lamb did a convincing job at being a guard dog without actually having any of the biological advantages a dog has over a sheep.

Which I suppose made her Sheep Batman.

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