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enjoying my first time watching sailor moon ☺️
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this weekend we’re doing something a little crazy… we’re going to be at TWO conventions at the same time ✨
🇬🇧 MCM Comic Con (LONDON) 📍Guests in Artist Alley Booth D14 🇺🇸 Fanime (SAN JOSÉ, California) 📍Artist Alley Booth 502
perks of being twins! we will live our lindsay lohan the parent trap moment, alex to london y pau to california 🎬
we will have lots of prints, posters, keychains and tote bags! 💖 we’ve worked hard to make both tables full of love! pls let us know if you are coming 🥹
see you soon! 💜💛
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★ 【Taizo】 「 Laika 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky
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★ 【江戸屋犬八】 「 sakura & tomoyo 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky
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I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???
This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.
They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.
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