no idea if im gonna leave here or not cause like. well. me taking my art down isnt gonna take it off the website :/
but here’s my shoddy lil neocities for the time being. I’ll make sure to add any new social media i move to on there if i leave tumblr.
I plan to update it accordingly i just gotta. remember what little html knowledge i had.
ALSO heres a guide on RSS readers!!!!
when a pelican bites you there's no malice in their eyes. they aren't upset at you. they are just hungry and want to see if you fit in their mouths. and if you don't then it's no problem and everything is fine. and if you do then well i guess your fate is sealed but that's ok it's a beautiful animal
Okay, see, I knew about the capybara gif:
But I didn’t know that they really are That Dense, All The Time. The same way sharks will bite anything that might be a seal, just in case, these birdbrains will apparently test just about anything for beak size.
Behold a short list of bad ideas:
Human foot is not food, bird.
That is clearly bigger than your entire body.
...You do know what a bear cub is, right? Right??
That is a BICYCLE SEAT.
That’s it; arrested for bird crimes.
daily occurrence
I’m very grateful to everyone who reblogs this post because it reminds me to brush my teeth
ALTOkay okay okay so while we're talking about censorship:
When you say something is too evil for words, what you're saying that if you HAVE words, then it isn't really evil.
When I was a kid, people didn't like talking about child abuse. Because child abuse is evil and fucked up and horrific, and extreme, and it destroys people, and ruins your life forever, and the people who abuse children are irredeemable monsters and it's always immediately obvious to see because there is all this visible evidence of it happening.
So when I got a slap, and I was told, "that was nothing. Look, there isn't a bruise, you're fine. This is normal." I believed it.
And when I went to school with greasy hair and clothes that didn't fit, that wasn't a symptom of anything. It wasn't like I had a black eye.
And when I was home alone with the children for hours and hours, that wasn't abuse. That wasn't a bloody nose.
Real abuse was worse. Real abuse was unspeakable. And my life wasn't unspeakable. My life was cooking spaghetti for six and washing the dishes for three hours before I was allowed to go to sleep and wake up and go to school and do it again tomorrow.
When we heighten taboo subjects to this elevated, special kind of evil, it's sort of like moving the goalposts for the people experiencing the harm as well.
I got smacked a bit, and pushed, and spanked, and my hair yanked around, but abuse leaves worse marks.
I was in charge of raising the kids, but parentification means paying the bills.
Neglect means having no food, and we just had small portions.
Absence means running off on a drunken bender, not just locking yourself in an office and leaving your daughter to take care of the baby.
Yall see what I'm getting at?
There's a lot of shitty things we can do to each other, but it's not special, or unspeakable.
Cause my parents weren't unspeakable. They were my parents. They loved me, and they were doing their best.
You feel me?
Show up at work like hi boss sorry I'm late my I was helping my mother track down one specific 90s dungeon crawler for the purposes of obtaining a muffin recipe the developer hid in the files
Anyway shoutout to Stonekeep (1995)
I'M MAKING THE MUFFINS
Burnt my hand picking it up to show. Gonna wait to taste.
Taste review: Make the video game muffins oh my GOD.
These are DELICIOUS! I substituted chocolate chips for pecans because its what i had on hand.
It tastes like a pumpkin gingerbread cake! Great treat for fall and winter!
Definitely make these!
Text from recipe
Tim Cain's Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Muffins -- They're the shadow king's favorite!
preheat oven to 350. grease muffin tins (one dozen regular size) or use baking cups. mix flour, sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, baking powder, baking soda and salt in a large bowl. Break eggs into another bowl. add pumpkin and butter and whisk until blended. stir in chocolate chips. pour over dry ingredients and stir until just blended. do NOT overstir! scoop batter into tins and bake 20-25 minutes. after cooling, keep muffins wrapped in plastic to avoid drying.
I'm sure people have pointed it out already, but
Tim Cain is one of the creators of Fallout
and he is an overall delight
sometimes I read my own writing and I'm like "hell yeah that's actually cool", and sometimes it's just like.......what did I mean by this. what the fuck does this mean:
like from the surrounding context, the guy is surprised by something and is experiencing palpitations. but why this metaphor? a bicycle pierced his chest. why? is this a typo? was I sick? am I stupid?
that's what it's supposed to say. jesus christ.
at least now we know why he has yet to return when Britain is in peril
We need a flick where King Arthur wakes in modern Jamaica and is very confused.
I think that would be so much funny. He wakes up on a remote beach in Jamaica and he only speaks/understands Brythonic and Medieval Latin. Locals assume he was a tourist who fell from a cruise ship or received a head injury and floated away from a resort. The authorities cannot match his description to any missing persons reports and his fingerprints and DNA produce no hits on INTERPOL. They suspect he may be Welsh or French because the language he speaks resembles Welsh or Breton but France and the UK both state he is not a citizen of their country. Stateless and deeply confused, he is taken in by the community near the beach where he was found, being cared for by a number of local families and doing odd jobs. He slowly learns English and adjusts to the contemporary world, uncertain if his belief that he is the legendary King Arthur was formed by whatever traumatic event caused him to end up Jamaica or if he is actually King Arthur and Prydain is in eminent peril. Mysterious letters from Morgan begin to reaffirm his belief he is King Arthur. He must choose between staying in Jamaica and continuing the happy life he has made for himself or finding a way to get back to Britain without any documentation.
ancient king white boy stuns locals by ordering in perfect Jamaican Patois
He gets to Britain and everyone expects him to sound like a posh noble Englishman because that is the picture Malory painted but he prefers to speak Welsh and when he has to speak English, he speaks with a thick Jamaican accent.
I love this but also am DEEPLY baffled as to why this Pye fellow found a skeleton in a cave in Britain and decided to take it with him to Jamaica. What do you need a skeleton for? Why do you need to import it? They've got bones in Jamaica already. Was it just that he was Bonded to this particular skeleton and decided that he wanted its company in the Caribbean?
For additional context, archeological giant hoaxes were extremely common in the 19th century, they were lucrative display pieces due to a number of pseudoscientific and religious reasons. Though I could not find evidence of them existing in the 18th century, Egyptian mummies were already being exhibited in Europe. There have been some prehistoric archeological remains located in Britain and Ireland that would have been unusually tall to the 18th century audience though totally within normal limits of human height with the Old Croghan Man having an estimated height of 6'6".
My best guess, if the story has a kernel of truth, is that Mr. Pye unearthed the archeological remains of a very tall individual OR grave robbed a contemporary burial of an unusually tall person and intended to pass the skeleton off as the giant remains of King Arthur, basing his story on the folklore surrounding the cave. It would be harder to verify his claims about the origin of the skeleton outside of Britain so he headed for the New World to start scamming.
In short? I assume he was on some P. T. Barnum bullshit and/or about to attempt an archeological hoax and intended to charge people to see the bones.
call me australian but i just think that everyone should be required to vote and every municipality should have the obligation to make it as easy for everyone to vote as possible
Some woodpeckers make dainty little holes that barely damage the tree.
On the other hand, pileated woodpeckers
Your tree has been visited by the Flying Tree Doctor and diagnosed with Infested. He has removed the Unauthorized Fucking Thing. Praise be to Flying Tree Doctor.
i like that the maned wolf and the bush dog are each other's closest living relatives. they're like cartoon henchmen
