#newt natter

[newtfishart]

Decided to play the new Capture the Intelligence…

Guys…..

HE LOOKS LIKE SUCH A PITIFUL BUG OMG…..

[primal-s-h-a-n-e]

GUYS I HAVE A PRIMAL SNIPER THEORY 🙏🙏🙏🙏

I think theres some kind of hidden lore going on with these three. OR AT LEAST ONE OF THEM

They are reoccurring in primal sniper art

And I think i can deduce chronological screencaps

SO

This is the earliest one. If we zoom in

We can see WHAT LOOKS TO BE the dark forest green one, hatless. Now whether this is due to perspective or actual size difference, they look premature regardless BECAUSE of the lack of hat

At first, I thought that maybe the one closest to the camera might be the forest green sniper? But I realized that the colors look similar, but the lighting in both pictures are respectively different, so it might be the light blue one

Then we have this one, with everyone together as a pack. The brown one from the first pic might have been exiled, leaving the two others in their own pack as a duo. So then in THIS one, they took in the dark blue/indigo one.

And this is the last one, the latest one.

The one with the colored hat must be the light blue one from the other two, considering theyve been here the entire time, and could explain why their colors got duller.

The dark blue one and the dulled light blue one got their collars off, and the dull light blue one got their hand chopped off. This could mean something.

Of course this is all speculation so @newtfishart PLEASE DONT KILL ME but. I wanna write theories now on how this story must have gone for the light blue one and what the significance of every picture is,, might be completely wrong but !!!! I totally won’t cry /lh /silly

[writer59january13]

Victorious flirtatious foreplay

Victorious flirtatious foreplay I awoke early - now my body will sleep, though thoughts rise like the Azores of snuggling next to such an adorable atomic bombshell of a beauty - boars into my mind with sonata fantasy syrup passing overdrive way past taxing cores sans crankshaft, pistons and tires viz, the posted reo speedwagon deaf fin knit lee unsafe

to open any passenger doors, where speedometer manifold the limit inxs of sixty nine miles per hour as me heart...lures me to your storybook swiss chalet, and desire pours like exhaust smoke awaiting consummation of intercourse - scores that fills ma cerebral nooks and crannies even if needing to take dee tours. Pepé Le Pew would feel honored if ye wanna reef fur to myself as duh non tat hood test tickle your teacher, 'thou noah way would eye ask four you to pay me any see moo null wage though my golden arched ethos parallels that of a sage homage to my delight with words incur many a recipient to rage

against my swiftly tail lord harried style of writing, whence a reader needs to spend much time flipping thru each page of a dictionary or thesaurus, which mental effort most often does not engage, who doth newt tip a fie formality, thus experiencing virtual and/or real fine companions

scanned or probably deleted via tha eyes of another to jump/kick start a friendship with this nattering nabob of nativity modest guy, whose peculiar mien only his way to greet with a literary "hi" and nada Tubi put off per my poetic manner well nigh which petic penchant

with words I enjoy to apply literary creativity and invite brother/sisterhood a try incorporating thought provoking whimsical phrases flush down into the behavioral sink toil letting with his lukewarm scottish matted trademark uber vapid wry attempts at self mock re: puns - y? I (d-u-y-e-e-r-93 at aye yo elle dot com) dunno!

Ah...the delirious, glorious, and illustrious thought whence never again to cull demise and forever hibernate feeling crushed by the egregious atrocious, heinous, and nemesis, poor ring in of late and thus this obituary epitaph of sorts (no matter he will opt for cremation) finds frenzied strychnine, poison. or hemlock appear savory to this pate

a chance pair of perusing eyes may find this blurb unable to eke quate this plea sprung from plethora of purse son hull wreck - I rate anxiety sweeps across me mental nada so healthy state which panic wrought from poverty per his prone nouns mints uber viz zit with undertaker tete a tete of decades long bout

with a psyche riddled with angst waiting for Godot - Beckett ting this papa who whiz courting escape from the posse aye bill misty eyed gorilla in the midst of his own financial catastrophe, he loathes resorting regarding pots ability panhandling to help him get free of pauperism, which haint no joke, and finds scabrous reply

ample reason to still his life, though ma lovely grown daughters would suffer psychic injury, and forever be psychologically marred if aye did merrily row me figurative boat over the abyss prithee and hope for instant death of mine aura, charisma, and karma see? Tis probably pointless n frivolous to expect presume salvation for this married sexagenarian male, yet nothing this capitalist ventured.... could do no worse as my psyche doth emulate dancing quale for being nearly penniless (in this cornucopia of good n plenti), and rail ling against fate may bring derision per an unpredictable scale argh - doth hardly shed light on my penurious travail cuz thy current checking account without cents nor sensibility

yammers x2c orgasmic gasps with a death rattle does wail boot juiced....maybe lady luck shall draw the gaze of one philanthropic facebook peeper (at least enough largesse to stave off self destruction of spouse) welcome mat would willingly be laid out for grim reaper to whisk me away - so I kin become an eternal sleeper though each surviving loved one, would be inconsolable weeper. so...with fingers and toes clasped I fervently pray this mongrel mutt means no bone(r) to pick only that natural animal desire that libidinal longing to cop you late need to slay lest my lament will be oy vey so please take me - any which way yay! This blurb hunted and pecked out from ma Perkiomen Valley mike crow scope pick dell (actually reef fur ring a computer manufacturer asthma boner fide penile dank cell) and spends his days of his life (as the world turns) where dark shadows lurk along this edge of night off in near distant hour alarm summoning like a suburban church bell from outer limits of twilight zone this self anointed force without raising cain quite able.

[crabbeapple]

Sun-Filled Days of Youth || May 30 1970

Date: May 30th, 1970 Time: 11:45AM Location: Hogsmeade

It was a rare occasion in the village of Hogsmeade: the perfect coinciding of a beautiful late-spring day with a scheduled visit for the students of Hogwarts. The weather was sunny and warm enough to be considered summery, with the gentle hint of a breeze keeping heat from getting too uncomfortable. The streets of the village were teeming with teenagers, all chattering and laughing, enjoying the freedom of some time away from the school grounds. It was one of the last scheduled Hogsmeade weekends before the end of term and certainly the final one before end-of-year examinations rolled around and drove the carefree attitudes out of everyone.

Septimus Crabbe didn’t care about the NEWTs looming in his future. His parents and teachers and even his elder sisters did, as they’d all been nagging him more and more over his final year at the school to get his act together if he wanted to make anything of his life, but he couldn’t really be bothered to care too much. He was eighteen now, an of-age wizard for more than a year, and he had no interest in listening to people nattering at him. His parents and most of his sisters were easy to ignore at least. He’d left home the previous summer, after all, and he could easily bat away the owls that tried to deliver their nagging letters to him. His sister Theia, with whom he’d lived since fleeing the Crabbe manor, was one of the few people who had his back.

‘Whatever,’ she’d said at Easter, watching him toss the charred remains of their father’s Howler into the bin. ‘Just focus on what you’re good at and what you enjoy. Fuck the rest.’

He was happily determined to follow that advice. At least tiny Professor Flitwick believed in him. The Charms professor was one of the only teachers that even seemed to like him and had been encouraging his talent in Charms for years. He was also one of the only people, other than Theia and Ramsey, who Sep had told about his plans for what he wanted to do after graduating. Yeah, old Flitwick was a good’un. One of the only good things about bloody school.

At the moment, school was far from Sep’s mind however. He’d just stepped out of Honeydukes, pockets heavy with sweets and little more on his mind than finding somewhere shady to sit and eat them. The air felt particularly fresh after wading through the crowds in the shop and he paused for a second to enjoy it, before setting off in the direction of the edge of the village, where he might find some privacy to eat candy and smoke.��

Only to be jolted unceremoniously to one side as a tide of excited Third years raced by, stampeding towards The Three Broomsticks like it was their first time in the village. 

“OI!” shouted Sep after them, gesturing rudely. “Look where you’re fuckin’ going! Bloody idiots. D’you see that?” he demanded at no one in particular, though the street was crowded enough that he had a bit of an audience. “Oughta bloody hex ‘em just to teach ‘em a lesson!”

[vendotlover]

music and danse time

watch as i work my pinkie magic, eye of a newt and cinnamon

watch as the natter turns to batter

open the portal, jump in

guess who am I its impossible

pinkee pie

[bobateanerd]

Stream...?

Hey guys, I might be streaming again.Just do some doodles of Francis and may take a few requests.

[newtfishart]

Found out about these tf2 mammals and omg I love them?? They’re so funky lookin!!!

[ohhelga]

good omens ask: 2, 5, 11 and 14

2) What are some of your favorite Headcanons?

(of course you’d ask me this you wily old serpent you)

I’ll do five because that’s my favourite number. I don’t make the rules

•I’m pretty fond of the ‘Crowley is Raphael’ headcannon. I’ve seen a lot of beautiful artwork and read some pretty fic about it. I just like the idea that Crowley created the stars etc and that’s why he still has an affinity for them after falling.

•I like to imagine that Aziraphale and Crowley keep in touch with Warlock. They spent so long looking after him and they clearly cared about him. Plus I can imagine he’d still call Crowley nanny, because that’s who Crowley will always be to him. Again, Ive read a few different bits of meta and I’m soft.

•Aziraphale and Crowley keeping in touch with the Tadfield gang and also Madame Tracy. I mean you can’t really face the end of the world together and not come out the other side being friends.

•I love the idea of Crowley and Anathema being like best buds???? (Again I’ve read meta posts) but I could really see them getting along and bitching about things and sharing gossip and having really interesting debates about all manner of subjects. I dunno I think they’d just gel well together.

•And along the same idea, I’d love Aziraphale and Madame Tracy being pals. I mean come on, he shared her body for quite a bit of time. I can imagine they meet for coffee and cake every Tuesday and just natter about everyday things. And she’ll always ask about ‘that lovely young man of yours’ and Aziraphale will of course go on a tangent and talk about Crowley for a good thirty minutes before he realises how long hes been talking for.

5) What things would add if there was a second season of Good Omens?

OH MAN *rubs hands together*

Basically I’d want something similar to the beginning of ep3 but for the whole season. Just snapshots of their lives throughout history. And their lives after the armageddidn’t. Plus I would want to see them keeping in touch with the gang from Tadfield and Madame Tracy.

I want to see Adam and the Them growing up and how Adam copes with the whole antichrist thing.

I want to see how Anathema’s life pans out now that she’s not following Agnes Nutters prophecies. How does she manage to make decisions now she doesn’t follow a book. How Newt helps her just live.

11) If you could cosplay one character who would it be?

Oh, I think I’d love to be Crowley. Plus there’s so many costume options for being either Crowley or Aziraphale because of ep3. I think I’d love to dress up as either the current Crowley or Beatles style Crowley.

14) What's your favorite scene out of the entire show?

Okay, listen. I have so many favourites. So many moments from Crowley and Aziraphale. I enjoyed a lot of the Adam and The Them. But I’m a sucker for the scene on the bench, where Aziraphale starts trying to do his magic trick. And he’s so fucking happy and excited, but Crowley is So Done™. He just can’t deal with it and he keeps trying to spoil Aziraphale’s fun, and the ending quotes of the scene kill me

Crowley: You can do proper magic, you can make things disappear.

Aziraphale: Yes, but it’s not as fun.

Crowley (muttering): I’ll make you disappear.

Honestly, I live for couples being snarky and sarcastic with each other and this scene still makes me laugh with the pure joy. PLUS dt and ms ad-libbed the ending which makes it even better.

Good Omens related ask game

[bobateanerd]

I’m not mad! Still gotta see it tho

When everybody else is having fun drawing the inkwell ball, I’m here drawing Minty as Miguel from Coco

And I don’t fucking wanna stop

I love this idea,,, just 2 pure Boys

Leave me alone

I looooove them too much

[writer59january13]

Sneezing fit – tests nasal septum

The word Gesundheit was first used in English in 1914. It became popular in the United States due to the many German immigrants who moved there. Many Americans may not be aware that Gesundheit is a German word, or even what it means.

Contrary ro popular belief, I experience sneezing fits

every now and again (like right nah... nah... mah now, but cannot attribute sternutation linkedin to any known allergens).

An infinitesimal slight speck tickled nostril follicle – activated via an itty bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger than a mole luck yule set in motion a chain reaction, whence mine sensitive proboscis honker (a wheeze hilly little bridged fine tuned pug nose aroma sensor), got unexpectedly in gauged (in holy matt trim mo’ knee) to achew, and eschew pledging troth (in favor of hanky-panky) found this chap feeling phlegmatic despite an endless strings of faux allergic emanations, which upon subsiding left me throat rather raspy and voice some octaves deeper akin to a coterie of celebrated jumping frogs from Calaveras County, California took residence and took leave sans stranglehold upon math rote upon awakening from a hard day’s journey into night across the outer limits of thine twilight zone resurrected during slumber, yet upon awake kin ning felt much refreshed and hungry enough to eat a horse – nee – make that forced whore – gulped down within a hoof n hour and now recount how back in the day when zooming thru the Lilies of the Valley (whooshing mass elf tubby an aero plane) frequent bouts with uber twittering snapchatting sinus attacks besieged crinkled, doppelganger expeller for germs hunting with his clean X instantaneously for nasal passages to enter surreptitiously the fecund effluvia dripping, oozing, and seeping clear liquid as wintry cold air looses droplets from out a near frozen nose, which bloke knows not why frigid blast stimulates a gallimaufry of sniffling to spurt into a volume of one after another gesundheit snorting trumpeting unwittingly confusing Canadian geese, who misconstrue the honking from midway centered facial organ, which angry birds in tandem with flock of Seagulls quite perturbed to espy one curmudgeon chap clapping hands over (what feels like a smashed face) in an effort to stifle subsequent gummy emissions, which residue expectorated with heaven hoe. This thick mucous essentially the defense mechanism of a healthy body electric to restore biz zee nose as usual, which for this mild mannered liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one matted nattering nabob of nativity attests congested mob functioning like a well lubricated machine, et for the life of me, nary a handy dandy blues clues evident

as per, how the human entity empowered to steamroll over any reasonably annoying bugaboo. Ah, now if only a similar innate defense mechanism arose within the mental health, that would be a supreme testament to thine atheistic exist ants of miracles minus the attendant pharmacopeia of this, that or some other drug to aright skewered psyche (of this contemplative, emotive and intuitive literate outlier), whose fifty plus eight shades of gray matter went awry and skewed toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary cares and concerns of an uncertain whirled wide web) found the bulk of his life riddled with a joe king, gun slinging tub back ha chew win, bard arse wordsmith, who doth newt like to utter any crossword.

[dipolodicusordipolodici]

A Start (Which will probably never become a middle, or an end)

Draco had always been good at potions. He loved the undivided attention it required. Perhaps it was how easily everything could be lost. Simply chopping a bunch of lacewings at the wrong angle of elevation could destroy a perfectly good Polyjuice potion. Stirring Armortentia in the opposite direction could cause the adverse effect of a putrid scent, sending people running instead of inviting them in.

Horace Slughorn was evidently a perfectly qualified professor, and liked by most students, but he could never be as good of a potions teacher as Snape. Severus had understood Draco. He understood why Draco invested so much time and energy in potions, even though his Father remained unimpressed, and uninterested. Snape would indulge the young Malfoy in lengthy conversations about experimenting with tarantacular venom. Snape would treat Draco like an adult.

Draco’s drive to do well in potions had only been fuelled onwards by Snape’s death. The War had broken most aspects of his life. His Father was sentenced to 50 years in Askaban, his mother was a quivering, frightened wreck who could barely rouse herself long enough to hold a short conversation with her son. With Voldemort gone, Draco finally had the chance to rebuild himself into the man he always wanted to be. However, he was, and would always remain, a Death Eater.

He had escaped a prison sentence because Harry Potter, of all people, had spoken at his trial in defence of Draco’s actions. Granger, a very talented lawyer, had managed to convince the Wizengamot that Draco had only performed his war crimes, and taken the Dark Mark, in order to save his mother. Fear for his own life had spurred him into action. He was just a boy.

No, Draco wouldn’t rot in Askaban like his father. But he would remain a traitor, outcast from society for the rest of his days. As a subject of his release, Draco had to attended his ‘eighth year’ at Hogwarts - had to complete his NEWTs. Draco guessed it was supposed to give him a start for the rest of his life, but that would be nullified by his name. His fellow students welcomed him back with bracing enthusiasm. They ignored him for the most part.

And so, that is why Draco ended up back in his old potions classroom. Listening to old Slughorn recite the uses of Swooping Evil Poison for Obliviation.

Despite being able to get a job pretty much anywhere, Potter had returned to Hogwarts too. Along with Weasley. Granger had gone off to some wizarding law school in Wales, something Draco hadn’t even known existed. Neville and Finnigan had also returned, but Thomas was off playing muggle football.

The only friend Draco had was Luna Lovegood.

One evening, during dinner, she had approached Draco. He usually sat alone, at the end of the Slytherin table. Most people gave him a wide birth. He didn’t eat much, except for toast. Luna’s eerie voice had jolted Draco from his thoughts as she slid onto the bench beside him. Initially, Draco’s ‘Malfoy reaction’ was to sneer and push her away. But he stopped himself.

It turned out that Luna is actually a wonderful example of restored faith in humanity. Sweet, amusing and extremely perceptive, she quickly squirmed her way into the pale boy's heart. One day, Luna had thanked him for his kindness while she was held prisoner in his dungeons. Draco had sobbed.

Unfortunately, Luna wasn’t studying potions. Draco had taken to sitting alone, at the back of the room. It was easier to escape that way, and he wouldn’t have to deal with the prickling sensation of someone staring at the back of his neck.

Potter sat in his usual seat. Halfway down the room, on the left, with Weasley beside him. He still struggled to brew a simple potion, and Draco didn’t know why he continued to study potions. Weasley was actually okay, now that he wasn’t constantly arguing with his girlfriend. He was constantly pining instead. Or comparing ‘love stories’ with Finnigan.

Today was no different. Weasley was nattering away. Neville was frowning. Draco was patiently waiting for the orange liquid in his cauldron to boil. His jet-black quill twirled between his fingers as he stared at a textbook. He hadn’t noticed anyone walking over. At least until a scruffy bag landed on the floor beside him, accompanied by a copy of Advanced, Advanced Potion Making slamming onto the desk. Draco jerked upright and stared at his unexpected guest.

“Potter.” His name had slipped over his lips, just like it always did. The Saviour had pulled off his robes, and was rolling up his shirt sleeves. His dark hair was in it’s usual disarray, gold and red tie hanging loosely around his neck, and his eyes were still impossibly green.

“Hey Malfoy.”

[childrenssafetyflooring]

Homes and Habitats

Homes and Habitats Gabrielle Milligan Mon, 04/02/2019 - 11:11

Homes and Habitats

Photo: Ross Hoddinott 2020 VISION

Stay off the grass

It may seem that a garden lawn could never offer much in terms of habitat for wildlife, however lawns are often home to many types of insects! Areas of longer grass can provide shelter for Grasshoppers, Lacewings and many other species, as well as producing seed as food for birds.

Hedge your bets

Hedgerows are very important for providing shelter to birds, mammals and insects. They are also often a mix of shrub and tree species such as hawthorn, blackthorn, hazel, ash and oak.

Mammals such as Hazel Dormouse, Bank Vole, Harvest Mouse and Hedgehog nest and feed in hedgerows, also bats such as the Greater Horseshoe and Natterer use them as green ‘commuter routes’ for foraging and roosting. Woodland and farmland birds such as Blue Tit, Great Tit, Yellowhammer and Whitethroat can be found along the hedges.

Photo: Common frog Mark Hamblin 2020VISION

Pond life

Ponds offer a complex habitat for many different species and plants. They are particularly beneficial habitats for the large Red Damselfly, Common Darter and Broad-bodied Chaser Dragonflies. Ponds also provide important homes for amphibians including the protected Great Crested Newt, Common Toad, Smooth Newt and Palmate Newt. They are also home to Water Voles which burrow into soft banks and Grass Snakes which hunt among the vegetation. Waders such as Lapwing, Redshank and Snipe probe the muddy margins for invertebrates. Want to make your own wildlife pond? 

Download your very own guide here!

Flower power

Borders filled with flowering plants offer more than a splash of colour for a garden; they also provide nectar rich food to bees and butterflies, as well as seeds and berries for birds. As flowering plants begin to die in late summer, there may be wildflower species that fill the gaps left and these provide resources for birds throughout the winter.

What can I do to provide habitats for wildlife?

There are many things you can do to ensure wildlife has a home this winter. Why not try building a nest box for your garden, or creating your own hibernaculum?

Blog

What can you see in the woods today?

At this time of year there are many interesting sights to look out for in the ancient woodlands of Belfairs. Ranger Tristan Colaco…

from RSSMix.com Mix ID 8239592 https://www.essexwt.org.uk/protecting-wildlife/monthly-spotlight/homes-habitats via IFTTT

[debtmanagementsolutions]

Homes and Habitats

Homes and Habitats Gabrielle Milligan Mon, 04/02/2019 - 11:11

Homes and Habitats

Photo: Ross Hoddinott 2020 VISION

Stay off the grass

It may seem that a garden lawn could never offer much in terms of habitat for wildlife, however lawns are often home to many types of insects! Areas of longer grass can provide shelter for Grasshoppers, Lacewings and many other species, as well as producing seed as food for birds.

Hedge your bets

Hedgerows are very important for providing shelter to birds, mammals and insects. They are also often a mix of shrub and tree species such as hawthorn, blackthorn, hazel, ash and oak.

Mammals such as Hazel Dormouse, Bank Vole, Harvest Mouse and Hedgehog nest and feed in hedgerows, also bats such as the Greater Horseshoe and Natterer use them as green ‘commuter routes’ for foraging and roosting. Woodland and farmland birds such as Blue Tit, Great Tit, Yellowhammer and Whitethroat can be found along the hedges.

Photo: Common frog Mark Hamblin 2020VISION

Pond life

Ponds offer a complex habitat for many different species and plants. They are particularly beneficial habitats for the large Red Damselfly, Common Darter and Broad-bodied Chaser Dragonflies. Ponds also provide important homes for amphibians including the protected Great Crested Newt, Common Toad, Smooth Newt and Palmate Newt. They are also home to Water Voles which burrow into soft banks and Grass Snakes which hunt among the vegetation. Waders such as Lapwing, Redshank and Snipe probe the muddy margins for invertebrates. Want to make your own wildlife pond? 

Download your very own guide here!

Flower power

Borders filled with flowering plants offer more than a splash of colour for a garden; they also provide nectar rich food to bees and butterflies, as well as seeds and berries for birds. As flowering plants begin to die in late summer, there may be wildflower species that fill the gaps left and these provide resources for birds throughout the winter.

What can I do to provide habitats for wildlife?

There are many things you can do to ensure wildlife has a home this winter. Why not try building a nest box for your garden, or creating your own hibernaculum?

Blog

What can you see in the woods today?

At this time of year there are many interesting sights to look out for in the ancient woodlands of Belfairs. Ranger Tristan Colaco…

from Essex Wildlife Trust https://www.essexwt.org.uk/protecting-wildlife/monthly-spotlight/homes-habitats via IFTTT

[bobateanerd]

Question.

Why can’t I tag people on this???!!

[newtfishart]

New oc dropped.. meet Donovan and Penelope!

[newtfishart]

Thinking about it… would think there would be mechanical primal snipers? Like… man made creations used to scare off primal snipers? Or maybe a robot with a flaw in the coding…