#migration patterns

[punkrockmixtapes]

Home Is Where - "migration patterns" (Official Visualizer)

[selacanis]

Y’know I just got to this circle of hellsite. Feelin kinda nice so far. Reminds me of the suffering and ever shifting facets of reality back home. Definitely less lonely though, this abyss looks back with more bafflement.

"if tumblr dies you can find me on bluesky" "if tumblr dies you can find me on Instagram" if tumblr dies you cannot find me. It's over. I'm free.

[niggadiffusion]

[darshanan-blog]

Birding in Bay Area, CA

I love life from all angles and I never shy away from different experiences. Recently I had some members of my family visit me with young children who were into birding.  There’s always something new to learn from the younger generation. I spent a wonderful week with them exploring local birding areas and learned about birds and birding. We visited various birding places. I cannot remember all…

[lacamorte]

miniscule bing doodles

art raged hard over a composition for feesh so i made bing cry abt it for me

[leroibobo]

some of the architecture of zinder, niger. zinder rose from a small hausa village into an important center of trans-saharan trade during the 18th century, culmunating in it becoming the capital of the sultanate of damagaram in 1736.

[laurasinele]

Trees taste the ocean.

the dubious philosophy of salmon

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

 by Shelly Lynn Hachey O Via Flickr: Snowy Owl resting in the prairie lands

[teh-nos]

somewhere out there is the one other person who will appreciate this minor photoshopping

[4ster-bl4ster]

Now that's a lot of Espathra

Also met this lovely lass!

She n' a few other members of her flock have bands on their legs to track em' for research and conservation purposes!

Hopefully, this'll help with understanding Espathra migration routes!

Also, yes, I called in a favor to get teleported back to Paldea for a little bit I need a break from Galar

[atlasthecactus]

holy shit!! this is wonderfulll i’m so glad that edgar has the chance to be taken care of. i fully support regina adopting more children 👍

Edgar Gallows Makeover Sequence Snippet

Do you have mommy issues? I do! Was this hard for me to write because of that? YES.

I guess I have a tag list now so this is dedicated specifically to @mushroommanchanterelle @xarrixii @atlasthecactus and @aroaceghosties. If you want to be on the list of people who get a direct line to my little snippets (they will usually be little but this one is long), shoot me a comment and I'll add you to the list!

For now, enjoy Regina Kaufner's continued attempt to adopt more children.

She pulled them away and held them upright and steady. Edgar’s face felt wet and sticky, and they flushed weakly at how pathetic they must’ve looked right then.

“Don’t worry about me, though,” she said. “I’m a grown woman. What we have to do is make sure Edgar’s taken care of.”

Edgar sighed. “I don’t...know how to do that.”

Regina took them in carefully. If they were less exhausted they’d be reeling with anxiety. The thought of someone observing their puffy eyes and snotty nose, the knots in their curls and a coffee stain already on the breast of on one of the two over-shirts they were allowing themselves to wear, would be unbearable if they weren’t already out of their mind.

There was no judgment in her eyes. She looked at them fondly, almost gratefully. That helped a little bit.

“Come on,” she said, standing up. “Follow me upstairs.”

Even though the bathroom was large enough to comfortably fit three or more people, Edgar still stayed in the doorway while Regina rustled through the cabinet. The air in the room was still slightly thickened with the moist heat of a recent shower, making the whole space still feel slightly too private to just walk into outright.

“I’m just looking for a fresh washcloth,” Regina explained to them. “I thought you’d feel better if you washed your face.”

“Oh,” Edgar said.

“And I think I have…” She bent over further, digging deeper into the cabinet. “Yeah, I could’ve sworn he – here it is!”

She stood upright with a small, fluffy towel in one hand and a white and blue tube in the other. Noting Edgar’s confusion, she smiled. “My friend Nico stays over sometimes when I’m particularly strained. He’s very kind. I also tweaked the water pressure here in a way he likes, so he washes up here sometimes.”

Edgar nodded. “Is that – his?”

“Apparently you aren’t supposed to use regular face wash on beards. Strips the oils, I guess. Interesting, right?”

“I – I don’t need to steal anyone else’s stuff,” Edgar stammered weakly. “I can just use water. Scrub my face with some water.”

Regina didn’t disprove of that as much as she just slightly scrunched her lips to the side. “Well…” she gently began. “You aren’t supposed to scrub your face with a towel, Edgar. You have to be gentle with yourself.”

Her tone was chiding in an entirely new way that both calmed Edgar and made them squirm.

“Maybe you scrub to get off the oils,” Regina stepped forward and placed the tube on the sink. “With this you won’t have to do that. You just squeeze out maybe a dime sized amount and rub it in till it foams. It might tingle, but that’s normal.”

This woman was telling Edgar how to wash their face. They waited to feel the shame of needing explanation for such a simple task. But, like with everything else, Edgar was tired. And it didn’t look like Regina was judging them for not knowing. It didn’t even seem like it occurred to her to judge. She was explaining her technique for patting water to rinse her face without getting water everywhere, and it looked very much like she was happy to share the information.

So Edgar listened. And then they were given space at the sink to wash their face. The cleanser in the bottle was opalescent and smelled strong of mint and eucalyptus. As they rubbed it across their face, it foamed and soaped soft between their fingers. The scent of it grew stronger. It cleared their sinuses slightly and made their eyes buzz.

Through the window they could see Regina climb onto a step stool and grab a basket of bottles off a higher shelf. Edgar thought very little of it. They bent over the sink in the way she showed them and lightly patted lukewarm water onto their face. When they washed off the soap their skin felt softer – remarkably so, almost like velvet. Edgar patted the washcloth against their face instead of scouring with it as they usually would.

Once their skin was dry the air in the room met it with a soft chill. They looked at themselves in the mirror and grazed their fingers across their cheekbone. It felt really nice. Their beard was softer too, and it no longer itched.

They blinked at their reflection – absolutely dumbfounded.

“Ah,” Regina piped up happily from nearby. “What a lovely Goldfinch!”

A shudder briefly tightened Edgar’s shoulders for a moment. Then it was gone. They turned around and leaned slightly against the counter, watching Regina and the small assortment of products she was separating from the basket next to her.

He ventured an attempt at a joke. “Who else am I stealing from?”

Regina looked caught in the act. She paused her work, hands twitching unsteadily. “I thought…” Her face was turned away in embarrassment, but she forced herself to meet Edgar’s eyes. “I think you’ll feel more comfortable if you took care of your curls. I could help.”

“I mean –” Edgar remembered how easy it was to pick out locks of his own hair and frowned. “I don’t know. I wash my hair. It’s not dirty, I...I don’t know why it got this bad.”

The silence between them suddenly grew tense. Edgar saw Regina glare downwards at the tile in deep and solemn anger. They waited for the walls to go up – but this time the landscape inside them stayed clear and open.

They couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t Edgar Regina was mad at.

“Curly hair is a particular texture,” she said after some time. “It needs to be taken care of in a certain way in order to remain healthy. Like, you might not know this, but I can tell by how thick your hair is that you probably only need to wash your hair once a week.”

Edgar frowned. “I – I didn’t know that,” he spoke stiffly.

Nobody told me is what that meant, and both of them knew it.

Regina got a little closer, slowly, giving Edgar time to stop her. “I didn’t know either,” she said. “Back when I had my hair closer to Scott’s length it was a lot curlier. It was also dry and tangled easily because I shampooed it nearly every day,” she sat on the rim of the tub, close enough for her toes to touch edge of Edgar’s socked foot. “I managed to charm Levi with that tumbleweed on my head, but Enoch was the one that taught me how to get it all in order.”

“Did it embarrass you to go that long without knowing how to wash your hair?”

“You know what? It did,” Regina sighed with a smile, eyes growing distant. “But learning from Enoch made it okay.”

Their eyes went to the stockpile of products that Regina collected. “I don’t think I recognize any of that,” they lamented. “I doubt I’d be able to pick it up.”

“It’s really only a sulfate-free shampoo, conditioner, and leave-in that you need to worry about on a regular basis,” Regina said. “I added a deep conditioner to help with some of the damage, and an enhancer – just for fun.”

“You think this sounds like fun?”

Edgar regretted their tone. Once again, Regina was unaffected. If anything, she was more distracted by a loving daydream playing out in a part of her mind they did not have access to. She arched up to stretch her back and shifted her feet against the bathroom floor, smiling serenely.

“I did Tenzin’s hair after Enoch died,” she said. “We were lucky. She had time to teach me a few of her favorite styles. But I read books, I took a class – everything I could to make sure Ten felt good in the world and in her body. And now she makes a face when I ask to style her locs for her. So it goes, I guess,” she came back to reality and regarded Edgar with a new emotion, something akin to a sternness they had never experienced before. “You’ll learn to. You’ll do things on your own and it’ll be easy for you. But for now...I would like to do this for you, please. If you’re comfortable.”

Edgar’s hands clenched a little tighter around the rim of the sink.

Please. Please be nice to me.

Please treat me gently. I will be quiet and good and I will listen to what you have to say.

Please hold me with the assumption that I’ll learn how to stand up on my own at some point.

Please see that I am trying and be happy about it, even when it’s not impressive.

Please.

They took a breath. It was easier to breathe now. “Okay,” they said. “That would be good. Thank you.”

[pleasestopthese]

james is a menace and you only get the barest fraction of why if you don't know black history. the man is freestyling as a four hundred year old immortal shark that can still remember how we taste this is perfect (and the ocean is haunted as fuck)

anyway i can't ever not post the video

[wild-wow-facts]

Monarch Butterflies: Nature's Navigators

Did you know? Monarch butterflies migrate over 3,000 miles! Discover their unique navigation skills and why they are truly remarkable.

Check out my other videos here: Animal Kingdom Animal Facts Animal Education

[autumnalfallingleaves]

When you're so out of it with a cold that you don't even realize AO3 was down

[stuck-in-a-lake]

sorry about that last post, hunger got the best of me lols

i've been stealing bread off the ducks and i'm in a much better place mentally

[mushroommanchanterelle]

Positive statement: They're tears of intense emotion, but we cannot for the life of us untangle said emotion. Seriously though, I'm always blown away by your work.

Having someone finally read the almost-finished manuscript of Migration Patterns has delightfully reminded me of my philosophy when it comes to developing a-spec characters. I can't control the response of readers in any substantial way. Still, it's my deepest hope when making like a sex-repulsed asexual character that most would not think "ah man it's a shame that this person doesn't like sex", but "wow this guy is a lot it's probably for the best he doesn't also want to fuck".