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I think the bots have evolved normal Tumblr user names so watch out y’all. I keep getting followers like ‘civictundra’ or ‘Intent-relativist’ that have like nothing on their profiles.

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The real reason Adam and Eve got kicked out of the Garden of Eden ??? BC colorized

God: “Adam, I’ll let you name the birds”

Adam: “Tit”

God: “Uhh ok”

Adam: “Boobie”

God: “Stop naming them after breasts”

Adam: Looks at rooster

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There are certain traits that come to mind when a person hears the word “parrot”. Bright plumage. A hooked beak. A brazen voice. And, of course, their habitat: through history, the image of the parrot has functioned as a kind of visual shorthand for the idea of the exotic and tropical.

The association makes sense: of the roughly 400 species of parrots known to have existed in modern times, only four have been found outside of tropical climes. Three of these reside in mountainous pockets of otherwise typical parrot-country, like the Kea of New Zealand. Once, though, there was a parrot that dwelt amongst the familiar elms and sycamores of eastern North America.

Despite its name, the Carolina Parakeet’s natural range stretched from Florida to Colorado, with northern borders extending up to Virginia and Wisconsin; birds were even known to have been sighted as far afield as New York and Canada. Some of the most striking accounts of parakeet flocks describe them in winter, their bright feathers glowing against bare tree branches and snow.

A winter parrot; a snow parrot—it’s practically a contradiction in terms. Maybe that’s what makes it so wonderful.

If only wonder, and uniqueness, were enough to protect and preserve an animal, instead of a mere whetstone to its loss. I think the world would be a brighter place, if parakeets still flew in the snow.

This is the fourth piece in my series about the extinct Carolina Parakeet. The title of the painting is ‘The Warmth of a Living Breath’, and it is gouache on 18x24 inch watercolor paper.

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#smol bean

I’m going to cry everyone please god no

Another quiz for if you were a fictional character how would your fandom treat you (if you think your life is too boring to have a fandom just think of yourself as living the domestic!au of some sci-fi or fantasy)

reblog with your results

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when people are like “the hunger games just stole the plot of battle royale” like listen everything steals from the plot of everything the lion king is just furry hamlet westworld is jurassic park but sexier lost is edgy gilligan’s island there are no original stories and the only good piece of media is jennifer’s body

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i made a character sheet. free to use as you wish, feel free to change whatever you want XD open source ass thing. spent all of ~maybe an hour on it.

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

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This guy is really going to regret sitting down with Jon

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please watch my favorite game changer clip ever

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🖕

(Iris and Lillium are from CTC!)

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It's not that I "don't sleep" I'm just very creative with my Circadian Rhythm.

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With vanilla extract being a meme, I wanted to share some black history of Edmond Albius a black slave who revolutionized vanilla pollination.

He used a technique he learned of pollinating melons to polinate the orchids to create the vanilla beans. Vanilla was rare and a luxury mainly due to only being able to be pollinated by its natural pollinator in Mexico.

unfortanely, he didnt receive any money for his discovery despite being called the main man who revolutionized pollination, he died in poverty...

everyone say thank you Edmond

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Heck yeah it's finally here folks

Here's some pre-cropped pfps for being so patient <3

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If yes or used to please say in the tags whats it's name,what animal it is and how old it is"

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#voted 7

After voting, put what you voted in the tags

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Okay so, imaginary friends, amirite amirite.

I had one I think. Idk if objects you personify count as imaginary friends, but screw it. Instead of my imaginary friend being a normal personification like a doll, stuffed animal, anything like that, mine was a fucking bamboo stalk. Yeah that's right, a full grown bamboo stalk in my grandparents' backyard. I called them 'Treeey' ??? like pronounced 'tree-ee.' Bamboos aren't even trees. I was a weird kid. Anyway this came about because this particular bamboo was leaning over so much that my grubby little hands could grasp onto the top of it and pull it down. So in that position I would talk to it for like an hour and I would manipulate the movement of the bamboo to how I imagine it would reply. Like it could nod, it could shake its 'head', all that jazz. I think at one point I had a full blown argument with Tree-ee, and we didn't talk for a week. And also I remember them having a child. Like a bamboo that was smaller grew next to it in a similarly probably very unhealthy tipped over way and I congratulated Tree-ee like you would to a new parent. I think I named it 'Plant-ee' ??? But I can't recall.

TL;DR: My imaginary friend was a non-binary asexually reproducing bamboo stalk