"His 'funeral' gave me a bittersweet sense of closure. How strange it is to look back on it all now."

Stanley

the horrors

tongue in cheek art about weird bodies and waiting for a diagnosis

In a monumental discovery for paleontology and the first of its kind "Mummy of a juvenile sabre-toothed cat Homotherium latidens from the Upper Pleistocene of Siberia"

Abstract The frozen mummy of the large felid cub was found in the Upper Pleistocene permafrost on the Badyarikha River (Indigirka River basin) in the northeast of Yakutia, Russia. The study of the specimen appearance showed its significant differences from a modern lion cub of similar age (three weeks) in the unusual shape of the muzzle with a large mouth opening and small ears, the very massive neck region, the elongated forelimbs, and the dark coat color. Tomographic analysis of the mummy skull revealed the features characteristic of Machairodontinae and of the genus Homotherium. For the first time in the history of paleontology, the appearance of an extinct mammal that has no analogues in the modern fauna has been studied. For more read here: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41598-024-79546-1

obsessed with this costume

[ID: tweet "calenderheads, peep february 2026. you don't see em laid out like this often anymore. something to look forward to." there's an attached screenshot of the calendar for that month, 28 days, starting sunday and ending saturday, filling up four week rows perfectly]

"Behold, Perry the Platypus! The one-night stand inator! With this device I can instantly create a night stand!

But only once!"

tumblr please stop telling me to wd40 a mouse

The building of rage

against the dying of the lights

Thanks, Anon!

something something iceberg of discourse passing by

self destruction really is such a fascinating human response to various factors both external and internal. what if sisyphus could leave at any time but kept rolling the boulder up the hill just to watch it roll back down anyway. what if he kept pushing it even as the rock cut into his palms and his legs began to ache with the desire to rest for even a moment and his body became a canvas of bruises and cuts that never have time to heal. what if he did it because it's the only thing he knows how to do. the only thing that gives him a sense of certainty and control in a world that takes both and offers neither.

& needless to say this trait is a lot more fun to observe in fiction than it is in you. or your mother.

Sir James Lake Jr and Fair Lady Claire ✨

(Alt caption: king and queen of turtlenecks)

These are the roller skate king's parents to me