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Everyone on Earth needs to see this. It's vital.

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Do you think Clark Kent had to be formula fed.

And do you think, for a moment, Martha Kent realized she was in over her head.

An alien baby, a canister of formula from the closest shop that she’s not even sure he can eat.

She’s just holding him in front of her with the bottle in one hand and his neck propped up in the other. He’s screaming his head off and she knows he’s hungry but she can’t bring herself to give it to him. She doesn’t know what he is, what will kill him. She may have met this baby maybe a couple hours ago but she’s already decided to protect him with her life.

Jonathan’s out in the shed trying to find any of the old baby clothes and pacifiers they were gifted while they were trying at least half a decade ago; Martha’s pretty sure she threw them all away the second the doctor broke the news.

She realizes that if they do actually do this it’s not going to be easy, and it’s actually going to be quite terrifying. They will always be waiting for that phone call, that knock on the door. From this point forward strangers and outsiders who come sniffin’ for one reason or another will terrify them.

She wonders if they’ll tell him how they actually came to be his parents, or let him live in blissful ignorance.

She counts down to three in her head. And gives him the bottle.

He drinks it happily; perfectly fine.

She can’t remember when she started holding her breath.

A loose curl of his blacker than black hair falls onto his forehead and covers his bluer than blue eyes. She brushes it away and he grabs her fingers with a grip stronger than she thought it’d be. It makes her bark out a laugh.

Something with those pudgy cheeks and that gummy smile can’t be all that terrifying.

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i love when pets huff or sigh dramatically. like i am sorry. you're so right. you live such a laborious life. it must be so difficult to take naps and get pet and fed treats and played with all day. really a packed schedule youve got there boss. how do you manage it all. well no matter i'd say it's time for your well earned 7th afternoon nap

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Rumi set up Derpy Tiger with those talking buttons so this is really her fault.

my mom and I watched KPop Demon Hunters again this morning we love it so much!😍

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🌕 Something fishy under the moon...

🌊 Just like the moon controls the tides, some fish are known to sync their spawning with lunar phases. Coincidence? Or cosmic connection? 🐟✨

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ever since i was a little girl i’ve always known i’m a big fan of alone time

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Was talking to a coworker today who explained that her grandfather was like Snow White “but Californian. And an old man.” in that the creatures of the forest would follow him around and presumably duet with him.

“When he died the ravens sat in the trees outside for a week, watching. Taking turns. A horde of raccoons tried to break into the house every night, tearing at the siding. Eventually they gave up, but it was unsettling.”

“Aww. They were checking on him!” I said, like a normal person. Internally, I thought “Maybe you could do the thing you do with dead pets, where you show them to the living pets so the living pet understands they’re gone. But I guess if you did that to a bunch of scavenging species, they’d be like “Well, that’s very sad but he IS food now.” So what you’d need, for human sensibilities, is some sort of transparent corpse barrier. Like a see-through coffin oh that’s what the dwarves were doing! You’ve stopped paying attention to this conversation about the loss of a beloved family member you gotta phase back in.”

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The three kinds of bird species name

1. God’s Specialist Little Boy

2. Hot Breasted Milf

3. Grey Bird With Brown Head

4. Walter’s Fingernail

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Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen

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had the true pleasure of drawing this scene of @salavarte's greenbrier mice, without question some of my favorite critters of all time. this was the painting that these studies were preparation for. i really liked the idea of them doing a kind of lion dance type of celebration but using a weasel pelt

this was probably the most ambitious watercolor painting i've ever worked on and while of course there are many spots i'm not completely satisfied with i am overall really proud of it

additional detail shots (the color profile is different because these were taken with my scanner instead of my camera, both of which wonk up the colors in different annoying ways):

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forever in love with @salavante's greenbrier mice and their cowls so i had a lot of fun coming up with some of my own

tag yourself i'm the one wearing bottlecaps

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A small infographic/style guide of sorts for the Greenbrier mice, to be used as a guideline for future designs.

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THE EGG UNBROKEN. Some mice after having heisted their way in and out of a Lapinine pantry. The first of the requested mice, featuring cowls of eggshells and the Chinese lantern plant, also known as the bladder cherry.