#RIP to the bird poop
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Daily Dino Dose!
🦕 today's dino is the Archeopteryx 🦖
(: because a bird shat on my head so i have to expose its possible ancestors :)
This midget insufferable chicken project lived in the late jurassic period, grew until the astoundingly unimpressionable size of 50cm, jaws with teeth, a long tail, feathers that have flight adaptations, toes with the killing claws and 3 fingers -which puts him on the could flip u off class-.
The self-righteous gasbag was supposedly carnivorous and would consume anything from insects to small lizards and mammals, plus the poor compsognathus who roamed the 3m tall vegetation on the islands around the Solnhofen Lagoon -and after the dinner they'd prrl climb up somewhere just to poop while gliding on a distracted creature like a loser-.
Archeopteryx means "old feather" -but if it was by me could also mean old fart- as it's first found fossil was that of one of its feathers in either 1860 or 1861...that is, until 2019, when they discovered that it actually might not be that of an archeopteryx...that is, until 2020 when they said that it is one of its feathers, just from a body part other then the wings...
Once there were 12 different species, one for each found fossil, but since 2007 only 2 are recognized the A. lithographica, with the specimens from London and Solnhofen, while A. siemensii are present in the Berlin, Munich, and Eichstatt finds. The main differences are the sizing of some bones, teeth shape and claw flexors.
The popularity of this dino is obvious due to the certainty of the existence of feathers, a brain more similar to birds and some other characteristics that would put it in a "missing link" position. While it's connection to modern birds can, is and will be debated for years to come nobody -not even me- can deny how mesmerising this featherhead is...was bcz y'know...it's dead.
thank you for surviving my awful writing and sorry for any mistakes be it factually or grammatically and please let me know if there are any alterations that'd make this posts better, have a good one my pre-historic friends <3
#daily dino dose#dinosaurs#dinosaur#paleontology#paleomedia#prehistoric animals#prehistoric#dailydinodose#i hate bird poop#it really said headshot yknow#rip my hair
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if any of you have ever thought that you wanted a bird no you dont
#i got the supposed easy ones and birch didnt let me sleep in today because he kept landing on my head to steal my hair#while i was asleep#miraculously i didnt get pooped on but my phone#which was....beneath me.....got pooped on#dont know the logistics of that one#anyways these guys are on my last straw gathering nesting materials#as i typed that birch just knocked my paper towel tube off my desk trying to rip some paper off of it#and these guys are the Easy ones#do not get birds#simon says
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I swear owning a bird is just one never-ending Where’s Waldo for turds. (Oh, and sacrificing a shirt to getting pooped on instead of the rest of you. Hopefully.)
#tiger’s musings#shitpost. (literally ahahahaha. i’ll see myself out.)#merlin the baby trex#there have been two moments I’ve connected with SO MUCH:#jaiden animations rambling about Ari’s morning poops (and how they’re the size of the birb. and such a mess and WAIT until it’s ejected!!)#and matt mercer talking about how bird poop down your back is just inevitable#funnily enough they also own (well. owned. rip mercer birb) misc green cheek conures#different mutations than my cinnamon. but yeah
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Believe it or not the peregrine falcon nest box live cam is way more disturbing than the Alaskan brown bear fishing live cam like sometimes watching these birds eat im like this is pretty nasty alsjfhdhdhd
#okay I’ll go into details here run if you wish aldjfjdhd#it’s cause the bears just eat salmon and sure they tear it apart alive#but like it’s not that gorey I feel like most people have a good idea of what raw fish is like ya know#it’s kinda whatever in the end like shit humans eat salmon regularly enough to know what’s up I feel#meanwhile besides the chicks spraying poop directly on the camera#the birds bring in the dead things they caught and meticulously rip it apart and it’s like okay this is a lot#like she brought in what was clearly a decent sized bird and kept taking off bits of the head first to give to the chicks#like I don’t care this is nature I’m not gonna get mad at a falcon for feeding her babies lol#but I’m just surprised that they’re harder to handle than the bears#not to mention the chicks are so monstrous when they’re in between being tiny and helpless and having like real feathers#they’re like huge white fluffy balls of screaming Jurassic terror it’s like please this is so fucked up become a real bird soon aldjdjshahs
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my sweet little bratty baby Zongo passed away suddenly and unexpectedly this week. he was the cutest and sweetest little bird (when he wanted to be) and my absolute best friend. I'll never forget the day I found him on the street two years ago screaming on the sidewalk and took him home.
I hope nothing more than for him to be eternally happy in birdie heaven eating all the millet and pooping on all the hair he wants.
I'm not really sure where to go from here, it's probably some of the most heart wrenching pain I've ever felt in my life losing Zongo but I hope he knew how loved he was by everyone. RIP little guy, I love you so much
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Can u do a Matt smut fic where reader and matt r out and matt gets a good idea to go to the car wash bc the car is dirty. And when y'all in the car wash u fuck (idk if that makes sense)
I love ur writing sm 😭😭💖
Car Wash- Matt Sturniolo
Paring- y/n and Matt Sturniolo
Warnings- Smut, semi-public (?), cursing, quickie, p in v, unprotected (don’t please, imagine you're on the pill or smth), female!recieving, slight nipple play, riding, slight fingering. NOT PROOF READ.
Description- After a long day out, Matt decides to go to a car wash, hoping for something more.
@lightningsturvn here you are my love!
After a week of recording and editing, Matt took y/n out for a stress reliever day. They went to the beach, walked along the shoreline, and even went swimming.
Unfortunately for Matt, all he could think of was y/n in that tight little bikini, wanting to rip it off and fuck her brains out.
Moving on from Matt, there were a lot of seagulls at the beach today.
Seagulls=poop. Poop=Car. Car=Matt’s Car.
“Well, it looks like my car is covered in bird shit.” Mat grumbled as the two of you stepped in, earning a giggle from you. “Babe, its fine. We can just stop at the car wash on the way home.”
Now obviously, Matt was horny. The beach dress wasn’t doing a good job of covering up your body.
He could see your pecks straining against the thin bikini fabric, and that was enough to turn him on. He could already feel his cock throbbing against his shorts.
Thats when the idea popped into his head. The car washes around your area were old, making the machines slower.
An average car wash was 5 minutes, but these ones were 10. A perfect opportunity for some relief.
“Can you do the tropical wash? Please?” you asked Matt, batting your eyelashes. You knew he hated it, but you loved it.
“Fine,” he grumbled. “But you’re going to pay me back,” he said with a devious smirk, as his hand made its way to your thigh.
You found yourself getting flustered by Matt’s words, your face visible red. Flustered enough to make your bikini bottoms wet.
Fuck. His hand was sensually rubbing your thighs as he paid for the wash.
As soon as drove the car onto the platform, his finger grazed your clit, a small moan escaping your mouth.
Somehow, both of you ended up in the backseat.
Matt smashed his lips on yours and slipped his hands down to your waist.
He started leaving wet kisses around your neck a collarbone, removing your beach dress.
He then started kissing down your chest, until he ripped your bikini top off.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.” His tongue made it to one of your pecks, while his hand made its way to the other. “Fuck matt.”
He moved his tongue in fast, circular motions on your hardened peck, while his finger played with the other. “Be a good girl, and let's make this quick, okay.”
You moaned. “M-Matt.” He looked at you. “Hmm?”
“I need you.” He smirked at you. “What do you need baby? You have to be more specific.”
“Your fingers.” You gasped. “I need your fingers.”
“Okay baby. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He inserted a finger into your aching hole, then two.
“Oh my god,” you gasped. He slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of you. “F-Fuck Matt. faster.”
You could feel your orgasm building on you. It must have shown on your face, because he then slipped his fingers out.
You whined. “I was just about to finish,” you pout.
“Don’t worry. Your about to get something better.” He slipped off his cargo shorts and his boxers, revealing his straining erection.
It looked so hard it must have hurt.
Even though you’d seen Matt’s dick before, it always surprised you how big he was.
The thought of him filling your aching cunt was enough to make you wet again.
He then sat against one of the doors, his legs on the seats.
“I want you to ride me baby.” You had done it before, but it wasn’t one of your most experienced positions. “O-okay,” you gulped.
You got on top of him and aligned yourself. Slowly and steadily, you lowered yourself on him, earning a grunt from him and a hiss from you.
“Fuck,” you mumbled under your breath. It took you a minute to adjust to his size, but when you started moving, the slight pain was replaced with pleasure.
“Oh fuck. Matt,” you moaned, as you bounced up and down. His hands were on your hips, guiding you.
“Oh my god Matt. Oh my god.” You moved slightly faster, making you moan with pleasure.
You could feel your legs starting to give out, making your movements slow down slightly.
Of course, Matt noticed, because he grabbed your ass and starting thrusting into you.
That was enough to get your momentum up again. You grabbed his shoulders and lowered your head into the crook of his neck. “Fuck Matt, I'm gonna cum.”
Your moans were turning into breathy whines. “M’gonna cum too. Fuck. Do it with me baby.”
You let out a moan as your orgasm came, Matt still slight thrusting, and finishing after you.
You could see the sweat on his forehead, making his hair stick to it.
“You did so good for me baby,” matt whispered in your ear, then going to kiss you.
Thankfully, the car wash was slowly ending. “Shit. I forgot about the car wash.” You quickly changed into your clothes, a wave of tiredness slowly crashing upon you.
Matt was already in the driver's seat, driving up to the air-drying system. “Matt,” you mumbled, your eyes fighting for wake.
“What is it baby?” He turned back to face you. “I’m gonna take a nap,” you said in a drowsy voice. “Can we cuddle when we get home?”
He smiled at you softly. “Of course we can babe.” He reached his hand out to swipe some hair out of your face.
“Love you,” you mumbled. “Love you too,” was the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep.
#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo x reader#sturniolo fanfic#christopher sturniolo#sturniolo#nick sturniolo#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo imagine#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo smut#matt sturniolo smut#the sturniolo triplets#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo imagine#matt sturniolo fluff#mathew sturniolo
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I finished my essay!
My bird also decided to poop on my glasses…
You have the worst luck with your glasses. Here's some honest to god fluff!
Home is where the hurt is: Part 1
What's cooking
“Jayy?”
Jay glanced up over his laptop, suspicious about this significant change in the tone of voice. Usually Zayne demanded attention instead of playfully asking for it.
Zayne slid onto the chair opposite him, joining him at the kitchen table, with an actual genuine smile. “You’re a good cook, right?”
Maybe if he was a lousy cook, his leftovers would actually be left alone instead of stolen from the fridge. So he took the compliment.
“For a single guy taking care of himself, sure…” His parents had instilled the basics in his teens, but during his college time, the scrutiny of his fellow students forced him to learn real quick. Nothing like the judgmental stares of your flatmates as you try to cook up a pound of solid frozen mincemeat. Or when they had group nights where they had to cook for each other, all trying to outdo one another. Unlike Dennis who’d lived with an elderly landlady, hosting students from abroad with full board, and the consequences of that lush lifestyle kinda rumbled on during his adult life, as Jay unfortunately had tasted.
Zayne slid a piece of paper over the table. It looked like it had been ripped out of a magazine. “Can you make this?” he asked, voice as sweet as honey.
Jay scanned the paper, a recipe. He sighed at the request, but found himself more surprised that it even was a request, not an order. But, if he knew Zayne well – and by now he would say he did – he knew that a single refusal could very well turn it into an order. With some threats. “I guess. You have a craving?”
“Yah,” Zayne smiled. “In return, I won’t hurt you for a week.”
Jay’s eyebrows raised a little in pleasant surprise. That’s some craving. But he didn’t argue, even though he’d probably make this dish sometime for free as well. The recipe didn’t look that hard and was something he’d make for himself during the week anyway. But no way was he going to say no to a full week to heal up.
“Okay.”
“Tomorrow?” Zayne took the paper back and waved it between two fingers. “I’ll get you the ingredients while you’re at work.”
His eyebrows shot further up at that comment. “Okay?”
And sure enough, when he returned home the following evening, all the right ingredients were laid out for him on the kitchen counter.
“That full week, that starts now, right? No hidden conditions like, it has to be cooked just the way you like it?”
“No, I keep my word.” Zayne sat at the kitchen table, watching as Jay did the work. “Unless you fuck it up on purpose.”
Wasn’t gonna… If he’d actually been threatened into doing so, maybe, probably, but he wasn’t going to risk his free week.
They actually had a nice meal together, even exchanged some banter that wasn’t loaded with underlying threats or sarcasm, and Zayne obviously liked it as he asked – asked! – for seconds. Like, Jay knew the man had his mood swings, but this actually swung way to the other side, pretty much tearing the pendulum.
“Room for dessert?” Zayne asked as he stood up.
Jay instantly shot to alert. The remnant of the last time Zayne had offered desserts was still etched into the table where he’d plowed a knife almost right through Jay’s hand. “What?! I thought you—”
“Relax,” Zayne said in passing with a light exasperated tone, and when he returned, he merely set a little cup of Ben & Jerry’s in front of Jay.
Jay narrowed his eyes at it, as if he expected it to explode in his face instead of being filled with creamy sweetness. “Aren’t you full of surprises today.”
Zayne gave a little smile but didn’t comment, looking down on his ice cream. “It’s my birthday. Today,” he said after a beat in the softest voice, licking his lips.
“I—“ Jay looked up, but Zayne didn’t meet his eye. “Oh.” The reply to that should be obvious but he was still kinda at a loss for words.
He had been dreading Zayne’s birthday, sure it would come with an excessive celebration where Zayne would bring out all his favourite toys and celebrate by bestowing Jay with as much pain as he could. But this, this took him aback.
And completely unexpected, a deep wave of pity crashed over his heart. Even Zayne, practiced sadist that he was, would just want the one day a year to have a nice evening to treat himself. Even though Jay tried not to think on it too much, he knew Zayne didn’t have an easy life working with Emery. And even after everything that happened, the thought of this hardened criminal just wanting to celebrate his birthday with his favourite meal and some ice cream…
He swallowed his distrust and surprise with a spoonful of Cookie Dough.
“Happy birthday.”
Zayne lit up a little. “Thanks, man.”
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Hey, uh, I have an Oc that is a vet (surgeon more specifically) but I don’t really know about how they should act about it or the experiences so, do you have any advice on that front?
Like, I just take more example from doctors, my mother and brother are and they are both very, uh, (￣︿￣) about it.
Like they tell stories and experiences constantly when we are eating, like how my mother saved a kid that got shot point blank in the head (kids are very resilient like holy fuck), my brother is studying still but he already has a few experiences and such. So I take more note that those in medicine are just very not overreactive to emergency situations.
But that is just human vets, which humans can be very crazy but it’s very different from animals.
So I would like to know if vets are also like that? Just “Emergency? Okay let’s start” and have many things under control.
Also what are your crazy vet student experiences?
Also your job is very cool.
Alright! So! First! I mainly did paperwork while interning. I only went with boss a few times as an extra set of hands for graphing, and I am not interning anymore because of summer vacation (I only actually interned last semester to be honest, cause I needed to focus on class work this last semester)
Never take a vet to polite dinner, we WILL just start talking about the grossest things while casually eating. Being in the medical field, you need a strong stomach, so sometimes we forget not everyone wants to hear about us looking through poop to find worms or giving a cow an enema. We’re DISGUSTING. We regularly deal with being covered in fluids all day cause we don’t have time for a shower! Got another appointment in ten minutes!
Vets also have STRONG opinions on different animals, though they don’t all match up. I would rather shoot myself in the leg than deal with another racehorse again, but my boss adores horses! That being said, dogs tend to fall in similar categories on breeds, every husky I’ve ever met has ripped their catheter out, and every pug has been a screaming diva.
Some of the shared opinions are cats have the best names, bird owners are their own breed, no dog owner truly knows how much of a devil their dog is, cows are inherently stupid, and horses would murder you for one corn chip.
Now, I am not interning right now as summer has started, and it was for a class, but vets are very busy during spring, fall, and every single full moon. Nobody knows what happens but animals get weird every full moon! Summer tends to fluctuate depending on the type of vet you are. Surgeons probably wouldn’t see as much of a increase vs farm vet (which is what I’m going for). Most surgery’s are scheduled, but there are emergency surgeries sometimes needed. Which leads to my next point.
I was never apart of any emergency situations since I’m still learning, but I have seen my boss just FULL SPRINT across the clinic, and I was told to take care of the front. (The dog was okay for anyone wondering, she had an emergency c section and all puppies were okay!) the only close to an emergency was a sudden seizure someone’s goat had, not a fainting goat, she had milk fever. That was very much « work mode » while also trying to stay compassionate to the owner and animal. I bet working in back with an emergency would be similar to how medical professionals might feel, but if the owner is there you have to make sure to put up a brave front.
It’s different from being a medical doctor as owners are such a big part of the job, your bedside manner has to be amazing! I’ve wanted to strangle owners for neglect, hug them during last visits, or just stare confused at them for saying the DUMBEST things (DOGS AND CATS A CARNIVORES I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAVEN!) and find a balance between brutal honesty, and softness during rough times. If your dog will probably die, I’m gonna tell you that, but I’ll give options.
Another thing is while many animals COULD live through last injuries, such as broken jaws, rarely do owners have the time or resources to heal their pet to a point of actually living vs surviving. Is it possible? Yes. But rarely feasible. Sometimes it’s better to let your pet go, take a few days if you can to give them the best time ever, feed them chocolate before the visit, and give lots of good boy/girl kisses.
Lastly, farm vets look less at keeping animals super comfortable vs fixing the problem as fast as possible. Obviously we do avoid putting animals in pain, but sometimes you have to yank a tooth, or disinfect a wound right then and there. It’s a delicate balance of caring for the animal, and understanding that farmers need cheap but long term results for their own livelihood.
Look up vetblr here as that has a lot more, actually trained, graduated and qualified individuals than me. The biggest thing is for vets, you live and breathe animals. You aren’t paid that well, school is expensive, it is taxing on your body, and mentally and emotionally exhausting. Hell, half the vets I know will take money out of their own pockets to lower costs for surgeries needed for pets! It’s HARD, and I personally suggest looking at other animal based careers for something to fall back on. (Also, I hate petstores! May they all burn!)
#ask#it was nice remembering my time interning!#im excited now for fall to come again imma see if I can resign up#tw animal death#tw medical#vet student#my bullshit
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The Promises I’m Making (2024)
Sheesh, this year it was even harder than last year to make promises. In particular, I really wanted to focus on promises that wouldn't cost as much money as in prior years, so I tried to steer clear of too many promises that would cost above the basic spending amounts... But it turns out it is really hard to make resolutions if you're broke. 😂
So here's what I'm going with:
2024 Promises
1) Step down from my administrative position and return to being a full-time faculty member. I literally cannot take the clown show that is admin at my work anymore. It is actually killing me.
2) Related to this, redecorate my new office as soon as they decide where they are going to move me.
3) Apply for new jobs!! APPLY FOR NEW JOBS!!!
4) Train my replacement in the chair position well so they are super prepared to take over in fall.
5) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.
6) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.
7) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in front of the Utah house.
8) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.
9) Fully clean out and prepare the Utah house to be rented out to new renters. Hopefully the next people won’t sneak in a parrot that poops all over the floor… RIP…
10) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.
11) Call the plumber and replace the faucets. Even if I end up having to do it myself.
12) Get the dead tree removed from the Texas house yard and call the internet company to see about the cable around the tree root.
13) Plant roses where the old ones died in front of the Texas house.
14) Replace my CPU fan; the bearings are going out and it’s making an annoying noise.
15) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them.
16) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2023 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.
17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that paint program I bought.
18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year, but I hope I can make progress on this.
19) Buy all the Noragami volumes I am missing and do a complete re-read of Noragami now that the series is finishing up.
20) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.
21) Finish at least five books this year.
22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???
23) Reach the new level cap with all jobs in FFXIV!
24) Go to the graduation ceremony for my family friend.
25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;
26) Fully deep clean and vacuum/detail my own car at home. No more of the “It doesn’t make sense to clean it out now; the dog is just going to go back in it.” The dog is always going to go back in it. Clean it, Echo.
27) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.
28) See at least three new species of birds. Doesn’t matter where, just three new ones!
29) Reach 3500 followers. Can I do it? You should follow me if you’re not already; I’m pretty cool. Just sayin’!
30) Cancel all the subscriptions I don’t need. There’s literally no reason to sit around letting companies passively profit off me when I don’t even really use the services/the services keep getting worse while the costs keep going up.
31) Go out on at least a day trip to take pictures with my friend. We haven’t done this in quite some time. I need to touch grass.
32) Repair the lovely one-of-kind ceramic plate that my dog broke with kintsugi. I want to try it at least once!
33) Really look hard for my passport in my house. It’s been missing for like a year and a half now, and I don’t want to have to pay for a new one.
34) Put all the small prints, postcards, and stickers I have collected in my new mini-print books. I can even use up washi tape to decorate too. (Finally, a purpose for the washi tape…)
35) Shred the million pieces of old mail I have lying around the house. I finally got the shredder so it just makes sense to use it.
36) Have more follow-through with chores. It’s not enough to wash the clothes or do the dishes if I then procrastinate on folding the clean laundry and putting the dried dishes back in the cabinets…
37) Put reminders for birthdays and major events in my phone as well as set a monthly reminder to check these promises. Maybe I’ll be able to keep more promises if I look at the list more often throughout the year!
38) Since I can’t afford to go to the salon, spa, etc. too much this year, I should at least do some self-care days at home. Will this be the year I finally manage to use all the fancy scrubs and face masks and bath salts I keep getting from people?
39) Use up one whole notebook. It doesn’t matter what goes in the notebook, but I gotta use the whole thing from cover to cover. I have so many pretty notebooks that never get used just because they’re pretty.
40) Change the burned-out lightbulbs in the recessed lighting in the Texas house ceiling. It’s like twelve feet high and the lightbulb charger stick I bought didn’t work, so I’m going to have to find someone with a ladder. Save me, handyman. Save me.
41) Build the pretty koi paper lantern my brother got me, or the Korean temple model my coworker gave me after his trip to Korea.
42) Actually use the yoga mat I bought forever ago. At least a few times, please???
43) Finish watching the Fruits Basket remake with Kacchan. I think we stopped in the second season, RIP.
44) Spend more time with coworkers—go out to lunch more often.
45) See about removing the PMI from at least one of my house loans to try to save money. I’ve been paying on these loans long enough I shouldn’t need PMI anymore.
46) Practice my German skills (or I guess other language skills?) by translating something at least once a month.
47) Get a new bookshelf. The current ones in both my office and foyer are already overflowing. @_@
48) Make more time to call people and talk on the phone. Texting is not the same. D;
49) Get the new COVID vaccine to stay healthy.
50) I will keep my promises!
Good luck, 2024’s me!
#50 promises#new year's resolutions#irl stuff#Echo is on the struggle bus#literally starting off Day One of the year with a cold#love this for me
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Imagine it, Damian is allowed to bring Jerry in the manner but only if he puts the birdy diapers on it because Pennyworth will not have the bird pooping about. So naturally Damian agrees and releases his bird in the manner with no warning to Tim and Jerry quickly lets Tim know his place. Damian's proud of this.
(ID: A short comic formatter with two panels above and two panels below.
First panel, Jerry stands near a wall in the manor, he wears a yellow bird diaper harness
Second Panel, a headshot of jerry as he attacks, his beak open
Panel three, Tim stands disheveled with, and looking unhappy. He has a few scratches, and rips in his shirts as well as a few stray feathers on him, beside him Damian stands contently holding Jerry in his arms.
Panel four, a chose up of Damian and Jerry, Damian smirks at Jerry, -ID End)
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White Crow
Inspired by this tumblr post:
White Crow was here again today. Jason spotted him at his usual place squatting on a balcony, in an alcove on the third floor of Gotham University’s Library, conveniently located near a free-to-use whiteboard-on-wheels, low-level bookshelves, and an arched window. Today, White Crow wore a plain oversized black hoodie as a canvas for tiny shinies that were studded in constellation patterns. His ripped black jeans were tucked into a pair of glow-in-the-dark laced up black Doc Martens. His pure white hair seemed to faintly glow under Gotham’s sketchy lighting.
Peering from above his book, Jason waited for White Crow’s brethren to arrive.
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Jason watched White Crow take lengthy sips from a black and white thermos, his fingers obscuring what he knew to be was a stylised D.P monogram. His hauntingly blue eyes were narrowed in deathly attractive focus upon what looked like a very tricky series of physics law-breaking equations. For the past week the man had been working on them and each day it had only grown in complexity.
Tap, tap, tap, went the library window. They were three stories high.
The noise broke White Crow’s concentration. Turning his head to the window he saw, four crows patiently waiting. Smiling, White Crow put down his thermos, placing it onto the bookcase, and opened the window to let his brethren in. Four crows glided in under his outstretched arm.
“Caw-caw” White Crow happily greeted.
“Caw!” All four crows excitedly cried in stereo. Taking their customary flying lap over White Crow’s head, each crow settled in their usual places. One crow landed and nestled down into White Crow’s eponymous hair. One crow comfortably settled down on each of White Crow’s shoulders. The final crow stood upon White Crow’s open palm. This crow very deliberately presented the shiny it had in his beak, releasing it into White Crow’s other empty right hand.
“Caw” went White Crow, presumably in thanks.
“Caw-caw” replied the crow.
Holding it up against the Gotham window daylight, White Crow inspected the offering. Apparently pleased with it, he tucked it away into his hoodie. Then White Crow seemed to take everything else he was carrying in his pockets and display it on the bookcase for the crows’ avid appraisal.
The four birds were clearly not just hear for the goods. Even as they hopped up and down from their perch on White Crow to inspect them. They were clearly here to just hang out and chat with White Crow.
“Ahh thanks Kraz” and,
“No, you’re right Algorab” and,
“Ancients Minkar, you did what?! Gienah, where were you when this was going down?! Oh you were pooping on the Fruitcake’s bed, fair enough.”
After roughly twenty minutes, business was clearly concluded. Each bird had chosen something and it was apparently time for the four birds to head out.
“Bye Kraz. It’s always a pleasure doing business with you”. The crow hopping off from White Crow’s hair, Kraz presumably, bowed his head in surprising solemnity before crowing and then hurriedly flying out the window, his chosen prize clutched between his claws.
“Minkar, Gienah, my hair is fine. It was nice seeing you. Keep it up with the good work”. Minkar, and Gienah, the two crows on White Crow’s shoulders quit fussing with White Crow’s hair then they too flew off, each decked with a bauble on a string around their neck.
“And Algorab thanks again. See you again soon. We good for Wednesday yeah?
“Caw!”
Algorab, from where he was standing in White Crow’s hand, did a single loop of flight around White Crows head before flying out the window after his fellow birds. A shiny ribbon was clasped in his beak, trailing behind him.
Closing the window behind him, White Crow then emptied more things from his hoodies’ pockets onto the bookcase. It was a stunning collection of fascinating rocks, dazzling green and blue baubles and charms, loose change, and other shiny knick knacks. Jason stared in slight awe over how much White Crow just had in his pockets. He was mildly surprised the boy didn’t just jingle everywhere.
“Here, you can have this.”
“Sorry?” Jason was utterly startled. White Crow had somehow managed to all but sneak up on him.
White Crow was giving him something. It was a black leather string but it was threaded with what appeared to be exquisitely shaped iridescent green glass.
“Here. I thought you might like this one. I noticed you staring.”
“And in response you decided you were just gonna hand out something from your stash for free, unprompted”
“Nice things should be shared,” he quipped cheekily. Jason raised an eyebrow.
“Oh wow ok, say you’re not from Gotham, without saying you’re not from Gotham”.
“What, like my accent didn’t give it away”
“It’s not that bad,” Jason drawled, “where’s it from?”
“Nowhere you heard of, Illinois”
“And now you’re in Gotham, whatever for?”
“To see the sights”, White Crow lazily shrugged.
“In Gotham?” Jason asked sceptically. Gotham’s perpetual smog, toxic harbour, and grotesque architecture weren’t exactly in any tourist's Top 10 Must See.
“Sure, there are some very beautiful views in Gotham” and then White Crow, very deliberately, gave Jason a once-over.
Jason couldn’t help it. He blushed. White Crow was very pretty. The white haired twink also gave off the best vibes. “Does that line often work for you?”
“The one out of one times I used it does means I have a 100% success rate with it”.
“Hey now, who’s claiming that it worked on me?” Jason snarked back contrarily.
White Crow smirked, “Your blush is doing all the talking”.
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#Ectoberhaunt23#EH Magic#Day 2#White Crow#Gawd this is my first time doing something like this#I hope y'alls enjoy it
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i recently put up a stuffed animal hammock in my bedroom knowing my birds would enjoy it. its made up of their favorite thing (strings) and is high up, which they don't have a lot of in my room currently because im renting and cant really install anything permanently. theyve been ignoring it for the past few days but juniper just ALMOST landed on it. win for birds
#yes there is stuffed animals in it yes if my birds use it theyll get pooped on#but thats okay theyre washable and i just want my birds to have more fun things to do :)#(also if they could go up there instead of ripping my hair out while im laying down i would appreciate it)#to be fair though they also have my light up spiderweb ive had hanging up since halloween and they havent touched that thing yet#probably because of the fake spider#think i saw juniper on it once and then never again#but hopefully the stuffed animal hammock is more inviting#simon says
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There's a big focus on "pristine" "undisturbed" spaces in most entry-level conservation spaces but disturbance is arguably a big part of any ecosystem.
I live on the east coast, we get hurricanes about once a year. Massive storm, rips trees out of the ground, drenches the soil, blows away anything not nailed down (and sometimes those too.) Terrible for, say, a forest, right?
Well... not exactly.
Some dead trees that were still standing might get blown away or knocked over, as will a good number that weren't deeply rooted enough to hold on. But that newly cleared space is an opportunity for new plants - and new trees - to grow, taking advantage of greater access to sunlight to claim their spot in the canopy or reproduce before a new tree takes over, leaving their seeds buried for the next opening. That rainwater will percolate into the soil, feeding all the plants already there and maybe giving some the boost they need to germinate. Cleared forest floor gives them the space to poke out of the soil and start growing. This is a yearly occurrence, of course the plants are going to be adapted to it.
Certain ecosystems actually depend on specific types of disturbance to be maintained, like fire-adapted forests that clear away dead brush and make room for new seeds to sprout. Those pinecones that only open after they've been burned? That's fire adaptation! The ecosystem needs that blaze to let new plants grow, and to keep the underbrush from building up so much that the next fire burns everything to the ground.
Intertidal communities have to survive being submerged and exposed to sunlight, which isn't an easy task for most marine organisms! Prairies get grazed and trampled by roving herds of bison, but they also get fertilizer in return from their poop. Deserts spend most of the year dry until lucky weather sends enough rain to make the land bloom; cacti are notoriously picky about when they flower because the wrong timing can kill them.
It's not the presence or absence of disturbance, it's the kind and intensity that matters. Cattle were disastrous for some US ecosystems because they weren't adapted to non-selective grazers that ate anything they could get in their mouths, leaving them nearly picked clean of edible plant life. Fire is essential to my local forests, but devastating to others. Some plants thrive specifically in disturbed areas, often as a sort of disaster recovery to restore the conditions needed by late-succession species to come back.
Disturbance is a part of ecosystems. There is no "pristine" nature, every member of the community is impacting something else. Humans are members of our ecosystems, just as much as a bird or bush. Instead of trying to separate ourselves from it, shouldn't we try to have a good impact?
#it speaks#nature#ecology#disturbance#nature is never untouched#everything is changing in tiny ways all the time
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ok weird question but google is proving useless so: has anyone had bed bugs (or a lot of experience with them in general) and if so can you tell me if they crumble when you squish them? a bug crawled onto my bed and normally i wouldn't worry but i saw another one like it a few days ago
some info:
it was oblong and slightly beetle-like, which google says bed bugs can look like at peak adulthood and when it hasn't fed
the first one came at night when i was in bed playing games on my phone, the second one came up at the same spot but during the day (today) when i hadn't yet gone out of bed (it was broad daylight, i don't have curtains)
i haven't noticed any bites
i'm 99% sure i've had bed bugs before, i had some bug infestation a few years back caused by birds nesting in the roof right by my room; those bugs were everywhere and i could constantly find them on me/the furniture around me but the expert we contacted said they were fleas from the birds (he never saw a live one, which is why i'm doubting it because those bugs did not behave like fleas at all and they looked much closer to google's actual images of bed bugs than the bug i saw today/a few days ago)
EDIT: these bugs also NEVER stopped moving like i'd never find one just chilling somewhere, they were moving non stop
it's not uncommon for insects to be in our house cus we live on the countryside and our house is definitely not modern
i haven't found any of the other signs (bed bug droppings, the colony itself etc) BUT i haven't yet checked everywhere and our walls are a bit grungy so it would be hard to tell if something is a bed bug poop smear or just grime (i'm cleaning my walls today)
my bed doesn't have a headboard and is kind of just a mattress attached OVER planks so it can't be removed and it has no "gap" but it's an older bed so it is ripped open in a few places
sorry that's a lot of info lol whoever reads this and responds thank u so much even if just to calm my nerves
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TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE
Hmm, currently toying with the idea of winged bitties. Perhaps they become extremely annoying very quickly, constantly flying around everywhere, hiding in hard to reach places while playing hide and seek, maybe thinking they can get away with pooping like birds or flying around their owner’s face like flies. An owner gets tired of their annoying little winged bitty and so, they have no option but to rip the bitty’s wings off, slowly, painfully.
#bitty abuse#bitty bullying#bitty torture#bitty whump#bittybones#imagine catching a winged baby blue and destroying his ego and confidence by calling his wings ugly and then ripping them off <3#he cant escape. he’s limited to the ground like the rest of us now!
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The....b a b i e s 😭🥺
Although rip Xayah getting hit with bird poop and Rakan over there dying 😂
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