Not this children's book mentioning the words "murdered", "corpse", and dead deer. Of which the blood currently paints the snow red. That last part is also mentioned. And drawn!

The fic's tags: #dead dove

The fic's first line: "In retrospect, we should have been more concerned about the exploding pigeons."

Dante passed away today. He was struggling with some growths that we were treating, but he was old. I am heartbroken. He was our first baby, our first step into an amazing life of reptile keeping. I am forever grateful to him for bringing me 11 years of laughs with his strong food response but terrible aim. His warning rattles if i messed with his enclosure while he had food. Him chilling on my desk as I read or watched movies. His ungraceful flops off the couch. the time he yeeted out of my sisters hands in her van. I am thankful for all the joy he brought me by bringing me in to the reptile hobby, getting to watch him grow from a tiny pencil sized baby into a gorgeous adult. I love him so, so much. Im going to miss him dearly.

Can we send asks to the cats? If so

Jaggedtail, why did you say that about Rosehipkit? That's a cynical way to think, that she just won't get better. Don't you have any faith in Wildfirecry?

Oops sad again. Anyway…

Don’t worry he got got. Wildfirecry was not gonna let that slide.

This thumbnail is fucking sending me. The video title suggests that this is going to be about putrefaction and the build-up of internal gasses however I know exactly what is happening in that thumbnail picture. That is not what happens when a whale explodes from gas buildup. That is what happens when a whale explodes because someone lit 20 cases of dynamite on top of it. I am very familiar with both scenarios and that is definitely the second one, which is not a common occurance on the grounds that setting off 20 cases of dynamite on top of a dead whale is an extremely ill-advised course of action. Once again cetological clickbait succeeds in making me laugh very hard. Well done, youtube.

Bruce: Damian, I’m sorry, but Titus has passed away.

Damian: May I make a phone call father?

Bruce: Whatever you need to do.

-Two plane trips later-

Damian: Father, we’re back.

Bruce: Hello Da-Is that Titus!?

Damian: I have access to Lazarus Pits. What did you think I would do?

Tim: Aw, would you do the same for me?

Damian: No.

i love how fraught and complicated discourse around various utena characters ‘dying’ is when anthy is literally stabbed to death eternally by a million swords imbued with human hatred. and then utena gets stabbed to death by them also. like. ‘death’ is incredibly interesting in rgu because most of the time it’s this ambiguous figurative thing that has interesting implications re: ohtori as a closed-off world one can escape. we are all trapped in our coffins. mamiya is the only named character with a grave. nemuro memorial hall functions as one all the same. ruka is implied to have died in the hospital— was he dead all along? who was the boy we saw for these two episodes? is this dead boy the same boy, or is this just another coincidence from the shadow girls, cutting like a knife? it’s heavily implied that akio and anthy murder kanae by poisoning her, adding to the previous implication that they were poisoning mr ohtori too, but there are no perceptible consequences of this. kanae’s absence is not felt. she’s fed an apple slice. what happens to the bodies? we know what happened to the 100 boys, but what about everyone else? and so on and so forth. ‘death’ is a tricky thing in utena, i think it’s constantly functioning on figurative and literal levels in very different ways for very different purposes. dios died. dios was dying. dios didn’t die. he grew up. etc etc

This is a silly little fic that sparked from a conversation I had with @hanafubukki, and so I wrote it! What started as a discussion about Lilia eating teabags quickly shifted into the very sweet idea of a young Silver bringing his papa some tea leaves.

I hope you enjoy!

Lilia smiles as he hears the front door open, the sound of the creaking hinges reaching his ears. “You’re finally back, Silver,” he greets, turning from where he’s been preparing something at the kitchen counter — mixing plenty of flour and berries and a little bit of sauce together for quite the splendid treat! — to face the door.

He watches as Silver, nearly five years old and dressed in a shirt and some patchwork overalls, stumbles through, a small little pouch clutched in his hands. Tilting his head, Lilia asks, “What have you there, hm?”

Silver doesn’t speak, not until he totters over to the little kitchen area where Lilia crouches in. It’s only then that he raises the pouch, a resolute expression on his face — and how amusing it is, Lilia snickers silently to himself, to see such seriousness on that chubby-cheeked face! “This is… for Toto,” Silver insists, pushing the pouch into Lilia’s hands.

Lilia blinks. “Well now,” he says, reaching out to ruffle Silver’s hair, his other hand holding the mystery pouch. “What a kind boy you are, thinking about me while you’re out in the woods!” And this isn’t abnormal by any means, because Silver always comes home with a gift for him, be it berries — poisonous and otherwise; the poor child doesn’t know any better just yet — or a wilting bouquet of wildflowers, but Lilia relishes in it anyways. Affirmative remarks are helpful for raising a boy as young as Silver — or so he’s been told by the Zigvolts.

Silver giggles as Lilia runs a hand through his hair, mussing up those light strands. “Open it, open it!”

So Lilia does, pulling on the string and loosening the pouch. And as soon as he does, he finds…

A handful of shredded leaves, some wet moss, a couple of berries — the non-poisonous ones, and Lilia sighs with relief at the knowledge that Silver has caught on — and, to top it all off, a pinecone.

Lilia blinks. “This is lovely, Silver,” he says, and he’s not lying, because anything this sweet human boy he’s growing fonder of, day after day, brings to him sparks a bit of warmth in his heart. “But… what is it?”

And imagine Lilia’s surprise when Silver grins at him brightly, and says, “Tea!”

It clicks for him after a moment’s pause, mind caught on that one word before everything falls into place. Oh, Lilia realises, eyeing the pouch, at the way the leaves have been shredded, the small size of the pinecone, everything clumped together. It looks much like the contents of the little canister of tea leaves he has, a gift from Baul’s daughter along with a teasing note about drinking it if he finds it a bit hard to sleep.

Silver has brought him tea leaves. Silver had watched him scoop them out and steep them in water, perched on tiptoes on a stool pushed up against the counter as Lilia prepared breakfast, and thought to himself that he would go out in the woods and get Lilia some tea.

Warmth swells forth within his heart in one big burst, engulfing his chest until it reaches his cheeks.

Whisking the pouch to the counter with his magic, Lilia sweeps up Silver in his arms, spinning around as the boy yelps before he giggles. “How darling of you,” Lilia coos, happiness thrumming through him. “To think of me, and to bring me such a sweet gift!”

“I hope you like it, Toto!”

“Well let’s find out, shall we?”

And though Lilia enjoys the cup of tea he brews very much, relishing in it as Silver watches, the young boy still too sensitive to enjoy a scalding drink that’s too hot for his tongue, he realises, halfway through, that there’s definitely something poisonous in this.

Oh well, he thinks, as he feels his throat beginning to itch relentlessly from the inside-out, his eyes beginning to swell slightly. That’s another thing to teach Silver in the future, I suppose.

Perhaps he’ll avoid eating the leftover tea leaves for once. He’ll have to scrape them into the bin. What a waste, Lilia sighs to himself, though there’s no real disappointment in any of it. How could there be, when he’s basking in the thoughtfulness of Silver’s actions?

im happy people are having fun with the two headed calf but like. the poem is not real and is metaphorical, and the real animal is probably a walking QOL issue and in a lot of pain and discomfort. i want a world where she could life to adulthood but unfortunately in reality its likely an act of cruelty to keep her alive...i can't help but worry about it.

so ive only been able to eat like (1) can of chicken soup and some dry cheerios for the last three days because of the nausea and I think my cats are freaking out about it because this is the third Dead Mouse Gift I've recieved today. I'm not eating that.

PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS

PUSSY.

BIG FLAPPY WET JESUS PUSSY.

JESUS' SOPPING WET PUSS-PUSS

[Edited months after posting to discourage catholics from replying to this post after finding that both the nice and much funnier not-nice responses to this were equally bad for my mental health. I didn't wanna delete it bc I was quite proud of some of my responses and it helps to have a visual reminder of why I left an abusive organization. Also, this means that any catholic who has reblogged this in an attempt to convert me, has now reblogged a post that, if clicked, links back to this. Use MY post for propaganda, will you!]

Thinking about how it was never made clear to me in Catholic school exactly WHY Jesus died for our sins. I just remembered that I was literally never clear on who the dying helped??

I've heard theories as an adult, but basically what I'm saying is pointless martyrdom seems a little pointless, and also with enough propaganda the big logical gaps in a belief system get really hard to see. Especially if questioning anything is blasphemy.

I would have gotten in so much trouble for insisting the teacher explain how Jesus helped us by being tortured to death by Romans even when God could have prevented it! God sent his only Son, they would have said! Be grateful, they'd say! Be guilty! Stop asking why he did that!!!

He totally tries the ice cream later. I believe in slightly-feral, adventurous-eater Aziraphale.

Anyway listen so far we haven’t seen Crowley eat anything, so my hc for now is he eats the same way my snake does. Once every two weeks, when he’s completely alone and feels secure, he has a nice big rodent and then immediately goes into a food coma for 3 days. And until Neil shows me I’m wrong that’s what I’m sticking with.

Also, sorry if this grosses anyone out. I’m a snake mom so frozen rodents don’t bother me, but I’m sure it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. 😅

I think the reason I do not talk about the bad or gross parts about my nonhumanity, is because I do not want to drive others away, or feel that I need to put trigger and content warnings on things.

I just tend to post what I want the public to know. There is so much of my nonhumanity that I keep under wraps, things that I simply don't want to share. I don't owe anyone these experiences, I talk as I please.

I think.. One of the parts that I deem "unfavorable" about being a bat, is how I spend a lot of my time, crying over my brethren. I have unfortunately had to see the dead bodies of other bats- not even in a taxidermy sense, for some sick, ungodly reason sometimes I am subject to seeing freshly dead bats on TikTok- and every time I do I want to pull at my fur, bang my head against the wall and cry. It's painful, I don't like seeing any of this. But, I don't share that, because it's not something I necessarily need everyone to know. You know now though, don't you?

Honestly though, as much as I'm annoyed that Carlos didn't appear or at least get mentioned in Beyond the Isle of The Lost and what he is doing after D3 while his friends do appear and mention what they doing, I still will take it over The Royal Wedding and their mention of him, aka implying he's dead, because that's still more disrespectful then not mentioning him at all. At the very least that one is clearly Melissa not knowing how to handle the situation with Carlos and therefore, deciding to not touch on it while Royal Wedding felt the need to do so so they could be fine with themselves when deciding to drag Disney Descendants out beyond three films.

Little Matakara and his brother since i haven’t seen anyone post them yet <3

I attended a pretty big reptile expo yesterday and today, my first time at this expo, because a friend of mine invited me along to her vend her stall with her. I brought some mice, and a few other odds and ends, and mostly chilled with her and watched the table when she needed a break.

Today, as we were cleaning and packing up, the guy that ran the show came over to talk, he purchased one of @teameagleworks dragon pens I had brought with me, and ten minutes later he returned with this:

And asked me if I wanted it for free. He explained it was a Solomon Islands monkey tailed skink he had purchased alive for $1500, kept as a pet for years, and donated to science post mortem. "Science just returned him to me," he said, and went on to explain that it made him too sad to see his buddy like this, but that I seemed like I would give him a good home. And also that if he didn't give him to me, he would be putting him in the basement, "for the next owners of my house to find."

So, Pothos came home with me, and I will be driving him to the east coast sometime this summer to give him to a curiosities collector I'm friends with out there. She's already making him a plaque that reads "Pothos- donated to science and science donated him back."

I want to be clear I met this man yesterday for just a minute while he collected table money, and talked to him for maybe 10 minutes today. Also he wasn't wrong. He took one look at me, in my boring jeans and regular hoodie, and went "yeah that one's into weird shit" and he wasn't even wrong.

Anyway, looking forward to the next expo already.