*Weird Edgeworth noises*

Things going well is pretty nice and all but by god does it decimate your excuses. You'll be sleepy at work and be like "by god, I'm not even besieged by the horrors currently. I just need to go to bed earlier."

happy rika pokemas day to all who celebrate

scug bug names and such

When you see a really good post but there’s some form of guilt tripping to reblog it added on at the end

Part 1 of big "how to chibi-fy this flower????" guide is here!!! 🥰

Seconding the tags. Lovely poetry

look, yes, of course a pond will kill you. A little-L lake will kill you, if you are careless enough, but they are lazy things, pitcher plant predators, and they do not hunger. The Great Lakes remember when they were the blistering endless winter and the slow crush of ice reshaping the land. They remember the implacable starvation of an unbreaking cold across the continent, and they carry that ancient ice water in their bellies, hungry still. Lake Superior wears her winter boldly, and she will wrench frigid breath from your lungs in the heat of August and pull you, unrotting, to her depths. Huron beckons you further and further from shore with such a gentle slope, so easy, until you are finally chest-deep in the water but you cannot see the shore anymore, only the endless expanse of her. Erie sends her fogs like snowfall, whiteout blizzards, blinding you to her rocky shallow basin, reaching up to claw the belly of boats. Lake Michigan pretends, charming, a child's ocean, and her longshore tides creep along her beaches and tear away anyone foolish enough to believe the clear blue lie of her docility, most lethal of all.

Ontario is no business of mine.

Here, in order of appearance: Superior, Huron, Michigan and Erie.

The Great Lakes aren't haunted. No matter what anyone says, the Lakes aren't haunted. They are the memory-eaters, the old dark painted over with charming blue, and what sinks does not rise, not even the dead. When the Lake raises goosebumps, it isn't the bodies in the depths. It's just the Lake, reminding you that you are mostly water and water calls to its own.

The oceans, the old saltwater womb, warn you with every breaker that they are dangerous. The oceans never let you forget that you crawled from their hold, with your saltwater veins, but not all of your ancestors did, and there are things beneath the ocean tides, waiting with teeth to spill the blood you stole. The oceans with their shawls of hurricanes, their steady beating, make it impossible to forget the threat of them.

But the Great Lakes? The Lakes will lie to you. The Lakes will not gift you the buoyancy of saltwater, will tempt you with still surfaces and cool drinkable freshwater. The Lakes will promise that there is nothing with teeth waiting below, as though the Lake itself is not the maw of something hungry. The Lakes are new to the world, in the scale of epochs, and they play games. They lap at your knees like they are tamed, but if you swim long enough there will be a moment where the Lake throws you sideways, pulls you under, and you remember that this is a wild thing, with teeth of ice and nothing but water in its belly. They hold the last breath of every foolish swimmer that lowered their guard for a second too long, and the carcasses of centuries of shipwrecks, and they do not surrender what they take. No, the Lakes are not haunted. The Lakes are not cursed. There is no monster waiting in the depths, only the depths themselves, and that is enough.

They say that freshwater doesn't lay quiet in its bed until it's had its measure of blood, and the Great Lakes are thrashing at their shorelines.

Oh, my darlings, bodies and shipwrecks and memories are not the only things the Great Lakes devour--seasons, too, the Lakes cling to. All summer long the Lakes hold tight to the chill of winter, scattering cool breezes off their shoulders onto the coast. All summer long the Lakes hoard heat, storing it down in the deep thermal reservoir of fresh water, the golden heart of sunlight tucked away for the dark winter months. All summer long the Lakes steal warmth from the air and store it away, and when the sharp northern winds bring winter, the Lakes breathe out the last ghost of summer and fling themselves skyward. When the air is freezing, the Lakes have held fast the deep battery of summer, and the warm memory of July evaporates from the water and crystallizes in the atmosphere as January snow. All summer long the Lakes trade in winter winds, and all winter they shake out the white storm coat of summer.

Aw heck I missed Eddie Fitz Day...

So here’s a different fun fact for you: the steel-skinned Lakers, the great cargo ships that haul iron from the shores of Superior and beyond—many of them are old, as ships go. An ocean-going cargo ship has a working life of fifteen years; thirty if the salt does not bite too deeply. But the Great Lakes keep what they take, and what they take endures. Those who are not local to the area may not know that there is a massive industrial shipping route leading from the Great Lakes east to the Atlantic, and west to the Mississippi. Mostly these cargo ships--limited in size to only a little more than 1000 feet due to the length capacity of the Soo Locks on the St. Mary River, the gate from Lake Superior to Huron--carry raw materials. Iron, from the deep veins of the Mesabi Iron Range; taconite; powdered cement, limestone and salt and grain. The Lakers, hollow bellied, carry their burdens for decades. Many Lakers serve for eighty or more years; The SS Medusa Challenger, launched in 1906; converted into a barge in 2014 and renamed the St. Mary's Challenger, still carries cement a hundred and seventeen years after her first launch. The oldest of the Lakers in service today, the SS Alpena, was launched in the 1942, and still carries faithfully.

And if you like to watch the big boats go by, then here's the Sault Ste Marie webcams.

The delightful musical _A Little Night Music_ explains that people in the northern latitudes of Sweden are Weird, because living in a place where it never gets fully dark in summer or fully light in winter does things to your brain. What I'm saying is, we could use a musical about what living near the Great Lakes does to people. I'm just not sure if OP should be the lyricist, the main character, or both.

listen pokemon is really cool but some of the final evos for the starters are really pushing it for pokemon. that is not a thing that eats from a bowl on the ground that cunt pays rent and goes to gay bars on the weekend

i must clarify this isn't about humanoid pokemon necessarily this is specifically about being a twelve year old and my cute dog turning into a dude who has a 9 to 5. example:

Yeah, it’s a decidedly different discussion. Machop is already a little guy, so is Ralts, and Makuhita is a little doughboy—if you have them, you’re probably already giving them a place at the table, a bed of their own, and the understanding they’ll become a full blown person at some point. It’s kind of a given.

A person who takes in a Litten probably isn’t expecting to need to share the bed with a pro-wrestler in a few month’s time…

Maybe I’m biased but chihuahuas literally have the same temperament as any other dog. It’s the same as saying “cats are evil” to me like that’s not true. what did you do to them

the evilest of glares @ social media accounts who purposely bother their chihuahua until it lashes out on camera because “small dog mad funny” and all the people who comment “this is proof they’re evil” under them

Would being called big dog fix me? Who knows?

Mixed reviews

"What's up, big dog; I'm ratsmacker" is going to live rent free in my head for a little while

Boys who up smacking they rat?

there’s a lot going on here

https://abcnews.go.com/US/tiger-found-caged-abandoned-home-chance-wildlife-sanctuary/story?id=61130943

Tiger found caged in abandoned home gets second chance at wildlife sanctuary: ‘He seems to be so happy’

The estimated 350-pound tiger was transported to the facility, an affiliate of the Humane Society of the United States, on Wednesday afternoon, and is settling in well, Almrud said. There, he will have the chance to roam in enclosures of up to three acres.

Almrud, who estimates him to be about 2 years old, described the moment he first walked onto the grass at the sanctuary as remarkable.

“It was just amazing to see him walk out on grass and to see him explore and have that freedom of movement,” she said. “It was just such a reward and fulfilling to us.”

Now, he spends his days rolling around the grass in glee, Almrud said.

“He comes right up to the fence every time a staff member is present,” she said. “He seems very amenable to our presence.”

The tiger is eating well – a combination of chicken, humanely raised non-processed beef and whole prey complete with organs and bones. It appears that he was being fed chicken, which is what owners of exotic cats often feed them, but chicken alone does not provide the complete nutrition they need to thrive, Almrud said.

In addition, caregivers are tasked with keeping the tiger mentally stimulated by creating “pretend hunting” games and rotating him through different areas so he has access to new smells and environments to explore.

“He seems to happy and content,” Almrud said. “Our staff is just falling in love with him.”

Just an update! Since I got curious and the og post is from 2019.

His name is Loki now! In June he celebrated his 7th birthday at the sanctuary where he lives and thrives. Here’s a few pics of the boy:

Item: in the 1950s research was starting to suggest smoking cigarettes might be bad for you, so one company beefed up their filter with asbestos

Damn they didn't just use asbestos they used the worst asbestos

you guys would love the last panel in xkcd 624

Stop buying toys and gear from Am@z0n. Support LITERALLY ANYONE ELSE instead.

This is a repost from my old blog–with updates! Here is a massive list of recommendations of shops across the board. I put an emphasis on queer- or women-owned/focused shops but not all have been vetted or verified. Starred (***) shops are ones I have personally shopped at or my friends recommend. I focused on quality materials and reasonable (but not always cheap) pricing.

You have no excuse to be buying sex toys off of Am@z0n when all of these shops exist. Most Etsy shops offer free shipping on purchases over $35!

GENERAL

Shops that sell a variety of toys, tools, and gear

STANDARD TOYS

Shops that sell realistic or standard-shaped toys

FANTASY TOYS

Shops that sell fantasy-themed or non-standard toys. Alternatives to B@d Dr@g0n.

LEATHER

Shops that specialize in leather tools and gear

NON-LEATHER

Shops that specialize in leather alternative gear and tools–vegan friendly!

LINGERIE

Shops that sell lingerie and other undergarments

smack

i think 'I trust you with my life but not your own' as a trope is one of the ones that can always fuck me up no matter what

"I trust you with my life because you are good and kind and noble--I know you will not hesitate to do everything in your power to save me.

I do not trust you with your own life because you are good and kind and noble--I know you would not hesitate to sacrifice yourself to save me."

THAT is where it's at!!!!!