Weirdo Cafe

An Ode to the Artifacts of Inefficiency

hybrids <3

Sketchy sketch for Werewolf Wednesday

Oh my gods they’re adorable! Have a nice day at work, Employment Jelly

i love you ciabatta i love you brioche i love you focaccia i love you challah i love you sourdough i love you rye i love you multigrain i love you bagel i love you pita i love you pretzel bun i love you baguette i love you english muffin i love you naan

Sharks have been around WAY longer than trees have populated the planet. Click to read the full fact.

Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.

Who makes the porn bots.

Where do they come from. What do

they hope to achieve.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.

do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?

My voice repeats what

you all say: I love you I

love you I love you.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

I’ve just sent out my first (ever) email newsletter! Yay! (Which includes this fun freebie featuring eight mini art prints!)

If interested - You can sign up on the main page of my website: www.Sharktopia.org

Me too, buddy!

Look at this happy sharks in my dash

(◡‿◡✿)

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿ “hold my flower”

✿＼(｡-_-｡) “Kick his ass, baby.  I got yo flower.”

i found it

the original post

i found it

this should have the opportunity to be on everyone’s blog. 

*tour guide voice*

and here on the left ladies and gentlemen, you see one of the posts before everyone went batshit crazy

World Heritage Post

Everyone here is dead.

my inbox and twitter both informed me that not only does International Hyena Day exist, but that it’s today! I couldn’t let this important occasion go by without drawing something, and I finished this just in time with only an hour to spare. Happy special day to these four special creatures. 

(from left to right: brown hyena, striped hyena, spotted hyena, aardwolf)

(it’s also apparently World Tapir Day! Another special animal. But I ran out of drawin’ juice and out of time. I’m so sorry, tapirs. I still love you, I promise)

we have:

Some quiet little fluffies that sneak around at night eating dead things.

Apex predator. Eats live buffalo. Chases lions up trees.

a… thing. eats nothing but termites. Great mohawk!

this amuses me

your wishes, my command

The Two-Headed Calf, Laura Gilpin // The Kitten, Mary Oliver // Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

the Poetry Animal enamel pins are now live at greerstothers.shop

these are all dear to my heart, and I’m probably going to get emotional wearing them around like little poetry amulets

Why do people stop commenting on fics if they’re more than a week or two old? Please comment on old fics. Tell me you like my one shot from 2014. Tell me you like my old multi-chap I finished in 2016 that I spent a year writing. I will be fucking thrilled.

Fics are not social media posts. There’s no “stalking” someone’s “old posts”. They’re meant to be found and enjoyed years down the line. No need to be nervous.

I reblog this message every time it comes across my dash because it’s true. And also: 

When I first started writing fanfic, back in the mid 1990s (yes! the late twentieth century!) one of the discouraging things about it was that people treated fanfic as if it was disposable. It seemed like what most readers wanted was a constant stream of new content, whereas I tend to produce one big work every 6-12 months. It made me sad that people seemed to think there was no point to re-reading or saving old fic. There is no sell-by date on fiction! It does not get out of order! It can still work even years or decades later! 

So yeah, I have stories up at ao3 that are literally a quarter-century old, and every time someone leaves a comment on them I am very pleased to get it. We get attached to our stories and it cheers us up to see that they are still finding readers. It means that they are still ‘alive,’ in some way. 

AO3 is not social media, it’s (essentially) a library.

You’re meant to engage with any and all of it, regardless of age.

You’re meant to engage

with any and all of it,

regardless of age.

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN

I’VE BEEN TRYING TO FIND THIS FOR SEVEN YEARS

DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO ?????

That last fatal scream tho

THE TERROR IN HIS SCREAM OH GOSH

i’m crying

WAAA-

I will always reblog this on the off chance some other poor soul has been searching for it

IT’S BACK

HOYL SHIT ITS B A CK

IT’S BACK?? ON MY DASH?

re-blogging again xD

what was that we were just saying about still having posts circulating from ridiculous numbers of years ago? 😂

baby time.

gnoll cubs are born with completely brown-black fur, and start life with a temporary infant name. When their tawny yellow fur and spots start to come in, they are given the name they'll carry into adulthood in a special ceremony.

baby clothes aren't really a thing, but parents still decorate their children with strips of cloth or strings of beads. Since small children are raised communally, the decorations also help tell a bunch of rambunctious, identically dark-furred toddlers apart from each other at a glance.

oh the sounds are absolutely a nightmare. Baby noises only a gnoll parent could love