To FAM: Favorite breed lizard and why? I’m partial to red lizards myself, not for their murderous qualities but because of how pretty they are! I just wish they were more friendly, it would be easier to take photos of them.

I'm partial to yellow lizards. Their social nature makes them easier to work with. If raised from a young age, they're the friendliest of any other species I have tamed. But they need companionship from other yellows for a healthy mental state, which can make it difficult to train them. They're very easily distracted by each other. But once one gets it, the others catch on quickly.

But I don't have any currently, besides the ferals outside of my can. They don't count.

Red lizards? They're far too aggressive for me to try anything serious with them. There's only one living on the outskirts of my territory, and I keep an overseer watching it at all times. If I ran into it myself....

...But you're not wrong. They can be beautiful. At a distance.

I think durga puja is a lot about hope. A hope that everything will be alright. Today's generation does not have it easy. Each and every person fights their own battles, fake smiles on their faces, forced laughter filling the air. But as the voice of Birendra Krishna Bhadra is heard on the eve of Mahalaya, people leave their mechanical lives and breathe in air filled with hope. That belief that Maa is here and she is going to take care of everything. To that child in the dysfunctional family, that single mother, that single financially struggling father...Maa gives them hope. And because of that hope they can be happy, even if it’s just for these 10 days.

Nobody is sad during Durga puja despite all their problems. And the festival does work wonders. There are families that come together, last friendships rekindled last love found again fighting parents trying to keep aside their problems so that their child has a happy time because nobody is sad during Durga puja. Nobody SHOULD be sad during Durga puja. Because for us Bengalis Durga puja is more important than all our problems…big or small.

And you can’t really be sad in this city of joy. The people, the idols, the vibes and atmosphere will automatically bring a smile on the most forlorn of faces. And that’s Durga puja for you...bringing smiles and hopes with chant of “Bolo Dugga Mai Ki Joy”.

@moraypower

✦ Tsukiko had long stopped question the races of those she came across in this city. Coming from a world where there were all sorts to begin with, she knew she wasn't all that exempt from appearing "strange" with her horns, scales, and tail.

"I must say, I've been regaled with all manner of tales about other worlds by this point. But one where life from the sea has taken the place of humans?"

"A shame I couldn't see a place like that with my own two eyes." This woman, Frye, had told her a little about where she had come from after an innocent inquiry. "I grew up underneath the ocean myself, in a city covered with a bubble."

☂️ for dustin and kennedy <3

emoji starter call!

@downspirals

The thing about Erie, Pennsylvania is the fact that the weather never can seem to decide what it wants to do. This morning, it had snowed. Then, the sun had come out for a few hours. And now, it was raining. The rain was cold, because it really should have been snow rather than rain. It was utterly miserable out, the sun was going down, and Kennedy Sass is walking through it, no umbrella, nothing but a sweater without a hood on for extra warmth.

They'd missed the bus. Their phone had died. They had no way to get home now but to walk. Their parents were going to be so thrilled when they trekked in the mud and the water from their walk home. But Kennedy didn't really care. The walk was going to be at least two hours by their estimation. They tried to remain somewhat positive, at least they wouldn't have to deal with their parents for another two hours!

A car rushes by, sending a wave of water over the sidewalk and soaking them further.

Kennedy sighs, puts their head down, and keeps walking.

cat can u mak a text post bout havin to clean a stuffie maybe. cuz i spilled juice on mine and i scared he gonna get hurt or be difrent after he washed:(

Hi hun! I'll be honest, I'm not sure how to go about a general text post for this but don't worry! Your stuffie friend is going to be just fine! He might need a little scrub with a toothbrush and some soap to help get rid of any sticky stains on him. Stuffed animals are pretty strong, they can handle quite a few washes! You can put him in a pillowcase first for safety if you think he needs a bit more gentle care in a washer though. I'm sure he'll come back to you just fine and squeaky clean for many more adventures to come <3

Starter For @oceanhermit

Pinky was swimming in a vast blue ocean. He had no idea were he was, or long he had been swimming for. Come to think of it, wasn't he supposed to be in the submarine that Brain built? Actually when DID he ever get out of-

"CUT! Darn it, that mouse ruined the shot!"

Pinky was startled by the director's voice. Why was he being so grumbly? Oh. Ohhh. Right. He had gotten all confused again and had unwillingly got on the set of another live cartoon performance, again! And that he had even put on a whole diving suit for the scene. Whoops! Well, that would explain the sudden change of scenery. Since he felt bad about ruining the shot, he went up to everyone to apologize.

"Sorry! Heh, really sorry..."

He apologized to Mr. Director, the crew, the starfish man and that grumpy octopus. And of course he couldn't forget a certain sponge!

"I'm especially sorry to you, Mr. SquarePants! Heh, square pants... I mean, huh, heh."

"I really didn't mean to intrude you on your show thingie.."

@talesfantastic​ |  starter 💐✨

Aerith squinted out against the sun. There had been a rumour circulating that the excursion would cost her refugee status. That, because she was required to go outside the walls, she wouldn’t be allowed back into the city to finish her studies. Never mind that the practical work was a requirement.

She tried not to pay much mind to the fearmongering. None of it made sense, then again neither did the fact she was restricted to less than 30 days leave. While that meant a lot of other students were spending their entire breaks with their families, she was stranded inside the walls, wishing she could be spending that time with her own mother. The world wasn’t fair.

So, when an extremely-expensive looking car drove along the dusty road onto the Insomnian-sponsored farm, she felt her stomach drop. The rumours didn’t seem quite so ridiculous in that moment. Perhaps she was about to be served an official notice barring her from entering the city again.

Though the person who stepped out didn’t seem at all interested in evicting some random girl from her temporary home. No, he seemed to be more interested in the produce. “Can I help you?” she asked, nipping her own worries in the bud.

widaugast sent:  these  things  do  happen !  all  the  time !

     beau’s foot taps at a rhythm fit for a chaotic jazz beat,  though it stills when @widaugast​ speaks up.  she crosses her arms over her chest and lets out an annoyed sigh.  “yeah,  i know it happens all the time.  i was trying to be nice!”  it’s something she’s been working on with fjord lately.  he tells her that she’s too abrasive and that she comes across as an asshole,  but she can’t help it sometimes.  especially when she’s stuck hanging back with caleb and his ritual that's taking five years to complete.  meanwhile the rest of the group moves ahead and gets all the action.

     beau’s head falls back,  chin tilting up towards the sky.  she groans,  her hand gripping tightly around her bo staff.  “how much longer?”  at this point she knows she sounds like a petulant child,  but fjord isn’t here to dig his elbow into her ribs so she’s testing caleb’s limits.  he’s always so damn quiet.  quietly judging.  but she’s seen what he can do.  she’s seen the charred remains—if you can call them that—of someone who got on his bad side.  she isn’t trying to push him to violence.  she just wants to push his buttons a little.

~ @id1eyouth || semi-plotted starter ~

Victor could remember the first time he'd seen Zachary's scars - The image was clear as day, even after time and distance between them had passed. He remembered seeing him by the edge of the pool, the light from the window catching him in a moment that looked like something out of a movie. Rumour was that it'd been an accident that'd caused it and Victor had never been close enough to him to ask. He'd danced around the topic a few times, edged on by alcohol, but in the end he'd never managed to ask him about what happened.

Cut to present day and he was finding himself building up the courage again. They'd just stepped out from the shower, flushed and happy in the afterglow. Victor moved to stand behind Zach, hand gently resting at his hip. Lips pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. "Tell me about your scars? If you don't mind."

foxes

i'm just filling up a kim without glasses lore gap with random shit, don't mind me

Based on this tweet:

I'm gonna get the humans out of here and then I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own.

GOOD OMENS - 2.06 Every Day (for queerbuck)

ONCE AND FUTURE

Alright but what if Godzilla slithered

This trans day of visibility, I’d like to give a shoutout to all those invisible trans people out there. There might be any number of reasons that you might want or need to keep yourself hidden. A good reason doesn’t make it any less painful though, doesn’t stop you from feeling more and more like a ghost.

It’s not much, but I’m reaching out. I see you. Underneath the veils we use to hide ourselves, I see you. You are known to us, your sister and brothers and siblings of all stripes. Stay strong, please. I love you.