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[herlastnamepage]

I see something that looks orangey red, I click. London, 2025 taken by @herlastnamepage ☕ ko-fi

[bedupolker]

girls when they get new shoes:

fairy shrimp & tadpole shrimp

[spiderdaynightlive]

"oh hey what the hell"

bathroom's closed; wasp photoshoot

"what"

*reviewing my settings and lowering ISO* bathroom's closed. wasp photoshoot.

[chloekphotography]

Reaching up.

[nihalslivingthings]

Grass snake / Natrix Natrix

Fangirled over this one a lot. One of the many species we saw on a trip to a nearby pond. The way it moves on water looks amazing! It was at least 150 cm long. Photos look very different than each other because it was a low light environment and the snake moved fast!

[noseysilverfox]

April 2025

Common stork's-bill (lat. Eródium cicutárium), or redstem filaree, redstem stork's bill, pinweed🌸

Аистник обыкновенный, или грабельки, жураве́льник цикуто��ый (лат. Eródium cicutárium)🌸

[thankstothe]

season 1 pretties

[kereonn]

Meditation on nature ☆

©Kereonn Xxx

[zipafterdark]

A Brief, Cautionary Tale About Reading The Fine Print -- [One Shot]

Word Count: 1100

Brief Summary: An idiot ruminates on all the things he should have done and did not do as he steps into a terrifying new reality

Content: G/t, shrunken man, fear via cold and unfeeling science

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Maybe he should have told someone that he’d signed up for this.

He should have looked a little harder for other work. He should have rewritten his resume, he should have asked around, he should have walked every mile of the city in search of Help Wanted signs, he should have filled in every application available to him.

But no, Alan saw an opportunity for a quick buck, and he’d jumped at it without a second thought.

Though in his defense —if there was any to be had— he would never have imagined what the outcome would be, not in his wildest dreams. “Volunteers Wanted to Test New Products - Same Day Pay” had sounded a lot like he was going to be sampling food or lotion or soap or something reasonable. He would have never considered that they were testing devices, and that those devices could alter him so drastically.

He should have asked more questions. He should have paid more attention. He should have read the very fine print of the piles and piles of paperwork they’d had him sign down to the letter.

He should have made a break for it when they pointed the fearsome beast of modern machinery at him. He should have done anything but stand still on the little ‘x’ made from blue painters tape. He should have taken the large whir and the sudden glow of the device as a bad omen.

There were so… so many things Alan should have done.

But he hadn’t.

Alan had only let it happen to him, like the idiot that he was, and this is where it had landed him: craning his neck up to the sky just to try and meet the gigantic faces of the several story scientists who had pulled the trigger. He’d expected maybe some concern on their part, or even satisfaction at the result, but instead he only found them scribbling on clipboards as if shrinking to a twelfth of his size was as droll of outcome as a vague rash.

“I think we could still call this a success.” Said one, his voice louder than life despite the fact that he wasn’t shouting at all.

“We weren’t trying to build a shrink-ray, Johnson. I’m not sure if we’ll be able to chalk this up as a win to the board of directors.” Replied the equally loud voice of the other as she continued scribbling her notes, sounding almost bored with the situation, if not slightly annoyed.

“But think of all the applications a device like this could have! We could use this to use more sophisticated and complex tools or-...”

“-You’re getting ahead of yourself. We haven’t even assessed the outcome properly.” She snapped before handing her clipboard over to the other, striking green eyes now locking on the tiny form of their subject.

Alan’s knees were shaking. Every breath left him as a small whimper, and his heart was racing so quickly that he was certain that it might tear out of his own chest and go skipping across the floor. He knew what he was, he knew what had happened, and yet his brain was finding incredible difficulty in digesting the idea or accepting it as a situation he was now facing here in reality rather than imagination.

None of this was helped at all by the massive, pinching fingers of the scientist as she plucked him up from the ground, leaving him to dangle in her grasp as she stood once again. Alan was far from proud of the noise that left him in that moment, but it was the least of his concerns as he tried to stop his head from spinning while being shot several feet into the air, or as he tried to regulate his breathing despite the fact that his whole middle was being crushed by the grip of her digits.

“Fascinating,” she whispered, turning him back and forth to observe the entirety of the tiny man. “- he does appear to at least be completely unharmed.”

“Unharmed???” He found himself barking in response, his offense too great to withhold at all.

“If not a bit distressed by the situation.” She continued, apparently pretending that she hadn’t quite heard him despite his volume. “This will warrant further study.”

“Do we have anything in development that could reverse it?” Asked Johnson, who was now peering over his glasses and leaning closer to the little man to observe him like one might a fine, rare jewel.

“We didn’t have anything in development that was supposed to do this to begin with. I highly doubt anyone is working on an enlargement device at this time.” She hummed casually, as if that wasn’t the most terrifying thing that could have possibly been said in those moments. A whole new level of fear gripped Alan, even tighter than then sharp ends of her fingers, and he could only combat the idea by writhing and grunting and whimpering even more than he already was.

“But Dr. Royce, don’t you think-...”

“He signed the contract, Johnson. It’s all in the fine print, or are you also too lazy to read it? We don’t have to fix anything, we’re not liable for anything, and he is to stay on the premises until the end of the experiment.” She held the doll of a person a little closer to Johnson, wiggling him around in front of the man’s eyes and eliciting a small yelp from the subject. “Does this look like a completed experiment to you?”

Johnson appeared to wilt a slight, only for the fact that he was being talked down to again. “No ma’am, I don’t suppose it does.”

“We’ll need further observation to see what we can glean from this. There could be something salvageable if we’re lucky. Contact the boys in the rat-lab and see if they’ve got any open cages.”

They couldn’t… they didn’t actually mean to…-

“Of course ma’am. Do we need to be discreet?”

“Only until I can find a positive spin to put on this”

Alan’s blood stopped, his eyes widened, and terror manifested as little wet trails of tears skipping down his cheeks.

They had no intention of fixing him, they weren’t even apologetic, they only planned to keep him in a little box like an animal until they could figure out some sort of use or reason or ‘positive spin’ for him. In the course of a single afternoon he’d signed away his life and well-being for the potential of a few extra dollars.

There was no one to blame but himself.

[missedmilemarkers]

A delicate damselfly rests quietly, blending into its surroundings with intricate wings and slender form. Nature’s subtle details come alive in this peaceful moment.

[jahtheexplorer]

Macro season has just started.

Photo taken at the Wissahickon

[apollolabsworld]

Green dock beetle in the light

[ebertsphotos]

Macro Shot of Teloschistaceae

[chloekphotography]

IG: @_chloekphotography_

[awatkeysphotos]

May flowers.

May2025

[miyrumiyru]

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