Kingfisher and Great Egret lined up just right

yoy all just hate me because I'm cold and distant and don't put effort into any relationships and off putting and frustrating to try to help or make plans with and I don't text and I don't call and I don't like doing much and I constantly make excuses for it all

"I want to be a dragon."

I felt like I needed to clarify some things before we could continue any more conversations on this godforsaken website.

I’m very proud of the European Robin, I think I really captured it.

ALSO A DADDY LONG LEGS is different in the UK vs USA. I learned that by arguing with some Brits because they said there was a daddy long legs on the wall, i looked and only saw an insect, argued with them all for 45 minutes until we all looked it up and saw that we were both correct.

British badger:  jovial fellow, eats toast and jam.  Might invite you in for a cuppa with the Mrs.  Agricultural nuisance.

American badger: pallas cat of a wolverine.  Very defensive.  Fuck immediately off. 

Bonus African badger:  Silverback gorilla of mustelids.  Should be a cryptid.  Bro, don’t even.  You are nothing to him.

an extremely good post addition

Opposum (US)

VS

Possum (AUS)

@rosewind2007 Ah! Our discussion topic!

Bonus mention of @boppinrobin !

Porcupine (North America)

Porcupine (Africa)

Porcupine (South/Central America)

Awwwww what an adorable addition!

@mildlybizarrecorvid thus seen like the knowledge you may enjoy

I honestly didn’t know there were non-African porcupines, I’d only seen the African ones

shipping characters who are just friends in canon is more than okay but what’s annoying is when people take screenshots of them touching and say “friends don’t do that!”. i hate to break it to you but friends do hug and hold hands and cuddle. saying ‘friends don’t do that’ is reenforcing the idea that physical touch is reserved for lovers

nothing more beautiful than finally understanding how to draw your own OC's hair

happy autism awareness day to all the girls who had “ friends” growing up who were actually bullying them . to the girls who always sat alone in the grass and wondered why nobody wanted to talk . to the girls who spoke to animals like they were listening . to the girls who created a little world in their room . to the girls who always felt ashamed for how deeply they love things and how passionately they enjoyed media . to the girls who covered their ears when they were overwhelmed by everything . to the girls who carrying a special thing around to feel safe . to the girls who never understood what they did wrong to feel so lonely . to the girls who were diagnosed later in life because they weren’t little boys who liked trains. you are so special and beautiful and you’re not worse for it, you love deeply and that is so wonderful please never try to push that down . I LOVE YOU !!!!!

i walk a fine line between “i’m asexual and i hate how much the world revolves around sex” and “sex is way too stigmatized and people should be able to be more open about it if they want to”

Crows are scary They

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

Yeah but have you seen this 

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

Best birbs !!

your son is Beautiful and Strong

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

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I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.

He’s so handsome!!

I would trust a crow with my life

This is your regularly scheduled crow appreciation post

many east indians respect crows and lowkey worship them and now i know why :)

fucking superb you funky little death omens

Damn now I want a crow

Considering this image ⬇️ is from my most popular post, I think you all know the deal.

Like the more I think about this, the more I think about shit like colonialism. I mean we got lucky. Finnish people still exist, as a distinct people with a distinct name and our own written and spoken language, that is the official language of the landmass we live on. The old faith and folklore are more or less gone, in remnants that were retained out of sheer luck, that either were never caught or went in too deep to scrub out completely.

But some people have an empty hole in the place of where their everything should be. People who don't speak the language of their people because it was never recorder, and their grandparents' parents were prohibited from speaking it. People who don't know what their people used the native plants for, because they were forced out of lands they knew how to use.

I mean fuck there's people who don't even know what clans and tribes they are from, because their parents, grandparents or great-grandparents were taken from their families and relocated to sever the chain. On purpose.

And holy shit the more I think about it the more wildly fucked up that is. Finns got scrubbed of their old faith but we got lucky.

For Finnish mythology, check out @niuniente 's blog. They just released an ebook all about that stuff!

Here's the book for you all! There's lots of information about Finnish, Karelian and Sami monsters for the first time ever in English. I'm a Native Finn and have used Finnish sources for the book. It has also been proofread by a native English speaker (as my own English is not perfect).

Finnish folklore is actually rather well recorded in Finnish, if you know where to look. More and more books are being published in Finnish regarding the topic. Of course, lot has been lost, too, due to Christianity and its efforts to eradicate Finnish native belief systems. For example, during a renovation of Kuopio's Tuomikirkko church, two wooden boxes with frogs were found under the church altar. They had been hid there in secrecy sometime during the mid 1800's but we have lost any records of why. It is clearly a spell of some sort, mixing together the old faith and the evangelic Lutheran faith but we don't know what was the purpose of this spell.

There's one spell book released in English called Magic Songs of The Finns. You can order it here.

The main problem is that the topic is globally so niche that there's very little books in English. I hope that I can help a little with my Nordic Monsters collection.

Way too funny not to share

Damn, I’m depressed now

Going back to this, I just wanna add that I’ve always thought Charlotte’s Web was a great way to introduce the concept of death to kids.

But instead most parents nowadays would rather shield their kids from learning about hard topics and instead just shove an iPad playing Cocomelon in their faces

I know this word gets thrown around wayyyy too much on this website but it's really worrying how so many people have borderline fascist view on art. "Art is supposed to make me feel good and only praise good things and do it obviously" That's not art then. That's propaganda or hedonist indulgence. It rots your brain, telling you exactly what you must think and feel. Those are the same people who hate abstractionism, metal music or modern public performances. It forces them to consider the existence of things they do not like nor understand and god does it make them angry

My sister got one of those tonie box things for her kids that comes with an album full of nursery rhymes. All the classic nursery rhymes have been watered down to the point of meaninglessness.

They changed the ending of "there was an old woman who swallowed a fly" (a cumulative song in which each verse adds bigger and bigger animals that she subsequently swallows) from "she died of course" to "she's full of course." They changed the ending of "It's raining It's Pouring" from "he didn't get up in the morning" to "he didn't get up till morning."

These nursery rhymes were created to teach children, in a gentle, non-scary way, life lessons about the potential dangers of eating questionable things or going to sleep with a concussion.

Apparently society has decided that rather than teach kids difficult life lessons in a gentle, non-scary way, it's better to just not teach them these life lessons at all. And now tiktok has convinced a whole generation of middle schoolers that death is a dirty word.

I hate this sanitized meaningless dumbed down pastel greige prison of a world we've created.

It is a crime against humanity (and against me specifically) that we cannot romance this man. The game describes his voice like this and then doesn't let Pasqal whisper dirty sweet nothings in the Rogue Trader's ear?

Rude. Just... rude

Redraw of my old picure to see how far I got My OC in Orokin inspired dress

There's this interesting phenomenon where when you're a child, or some other vulnerable minority dependent on a job for shelter, you are actually under duress almost constantly. You can't say "I don't want to work today," you cannot say "I don't want to do the dishes, actually," you cannot choose not to participate. In a lot of cases, the punishment is explicit. Your parents might yell at you. Your boss might fire you. But in other cases, it's implicit. The mood will sour. You lose leeway. People get mad at you. And that creates a really shitty environment where you're constantly being coerced to do things!

And here's the kicker; you're not allowed to acknowledge that. You cannot acknowledge that you are being coerced, you cannot acknowledge that your free will is not being respected, because that's punished too. Your boss insists that you act excited. Your parents punish you for acting surly. You are forced to fake enthusiastic consent, constantly. It's a fucking nightmare. Your hand is being forced, you do not have the option to say "no," and if you ever, for a second, try to acknowledge that, everyone acts like you're the aggressor.

#THISSSSS IS WHY I'M A HATER RE: THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF POSITIVE ATTITUDE #why is it not sufficient that i have acknowledged that some tasks are necessary regardless of if I enjoy them or not? #why is it so important that I perform happiness about cleaning my bathroom? i don't actually want to be doing it (via @steorran)