Geology Squirrel Adventures

I-I'm sorry but I can't stop thinking about this

My roommate just called from the kitchen to ask what was wrong because I laughed so hard I gave myself a coughing fit.

I'm so glad the music is what I thought it'd be.

I love that the nature of humanity is to repeat itself

Hey guys! 🎲D20 ARTISTS FOR PALESTINE 🇵🇸 is a collective of artists in the Dimension 20 fan-community who are offering fundraising commissions for Doctors Without Borders, a charity providing medical aid to Palestine. (I'm in this so this is a great chance to make me draw you something you'd want in exchange for a charity donation!)

HOW IT WORKS:

You can check out our carrd for a more thorough breakdown of the process and all the links above. Thanks for checking this out; even if you can't donate, a reblog to reach more people is greatly appreciated!

canada lynx voted the animal of all time. Boy why are you so paws

put those thigns away

Throwback to this dark souls moment that I had in BotW.

I keep Twitter around for 1 reason

chekhov’s vulture - if you introduce a completely inconsequential vulture in act one, you must open a door to the vulture dimension by act three

hey don’t cry. spiro the bald eagle failing at catching a crab, okay?

Hilda by Duane Bryers

More Hilda!!

in this family we love and support Hilda.

Yes! Hilda!

What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.

I always forget about Hilda and am so pleased when she randomly shows up on my dash. Always makes my day

I love Hilda so much and I want her to be happy

My favorite thing is how Hilda is always doing something and having a BLAST! She’s not posing coyly for anyone, she’s having her own adventures and it’s not about the viewer at all

Always reblog Hilda!

HILDA MY LOVE

I’m so mad that a t4 bacteriophage actually looks like that and that it’s appearance isn’t made up

this is how they look in all the models

this is how they actually look

like they really fucking look like that. in real life

viruses are literally such bullshit they have the nerve to look like this and they aren’t even ALIVE

I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE SHITTY AND ARBITRARY DEFINITION OF LIFE THAT MAKES VIRUSES NOT ALIVE. FUCK YOU THEY ARE ALIVE

Things are heating up in the virus fandom

thats called a fever

*Gilear voice* Fig, I'm sitting here with barbecue sauce on my titties

ramadan mubarak to all my beautiful mutuals who celebrate it, may it fill your hearts with peace and hope 🌷🦋🤍

i forgot how fucking hilarious "informational" mental health diagrams can be.

I’m not sure we’ve properly analyzed the hilarious power of Kristen’s, “When you’re here, you’re family. It’s called being gay.” Kristen is rebelling against her family and accepting a chosen family. Rebelling against the APPLEBEES family. With an OLIVE GARDEN reference.

you are a student at the aguefort adventuring academy. one day you go to a musical festival held at one of your school’s token rock star’s house. the interim emergency backup principal attacks. the dildo machines attack. a party of juniors fights them and wins. they are sent to the vulture dimension. they return. the guy whose house the festival is at mocks a federal agent. an arch devil summons two vultures with neither reason nor prior warning and the richest, most popular boy of the school shoots one of them out of the sky with his crossbow and eats its organs with enthusiasm. it will help him to Talk to The Rats in The Forest, he gleefully explains. the (bad) kids leave. the dildo-wielding nun is nowhere to be found. the interim backup emergency principal grix is dead. it’s been five minutes.

They really awake his bloodlust, uh

The virgin pit bull vs the chad Great Pyrenees

Listen. I grew up with these dogs. Im a cat person, no shame, but Great Pyrenees are hands down my most trusted domestic animal and are hardcore as fuck.

When I was a kid, between six and fifteen, one of our Pyrenees would escort me, off-leash, between my grandmother's house and mine. I'd just have to call him, and he'd show up and walk me there, placing himself between me and anything he considered threatening- Cranky farm animals, holes in the ground, bodies of water, etc.

That same dog found a (unfortunately deceased) lamb my grandfather had buried a few hours earlier, dug it up, realized it was cold and not breathing, and carefully carried it to our barn, where he covered it neck-deep in straw and tried to cuddle it warm again to bring it back to life.

One of our older dogs, at about sixteen years old (keep in mind, this breed tends to average out at about 12 years max) had arthritis in his hips, a bad back, and a respiratory issue, was fucking ancient and essentially palliative, but would still go stock-still out of nowhere, let out one subtle "boof", and then set out at an awkward-yet-speedy bunny-hop sprint at the slightest whiff of a cougar, bear, or wolf. Like, grampa would jump fences. Gentle geriatric giant would kick up to 7k to protect the family, never mind the three other, much younger dogs already on the case.

When I was a baby, like a literal in-diapers infant, he would lay on the ground and let me dress him up as a wizard and crawl all over him with zero complaint.

His nephew was 100lbs and often alarmed visitors who mistook him for a bear, yet never so much as bumped into a person in his life and feared only string and kittens.

a Great Pyrenees is not Balto. A Great Pyrenees is Robert McCall, John Wick, and John McClain wrapped in Marry Poppins and a snuggly Mr. Rogers wool sweater.

They are not only the best dog, but I would argue that they are also the MOST dog.

I will die by this

I have a female 2 ish year old Great Pyr we rescued and the ONLY reason she has not fought the coyotes in the woods to the fucking death is because I don't let her.

With me she will lay on her back on the couch and plop her giant goofy fluff head in my lap and paw at me with her giant crime paws until I pet her gently, and then she will snuffle happily as I do so. She is very careful with the cats. She likes to nap sprawled on the floor like an inconvenient white shag carpet, preferably right over the air conditioning vent. She won't bite into an egg I give her unless I break the shell for her first. When I walk her past the neighbor's cows she has to sit and stare at them and the calves for a bit. When she was a stray she was chased out of several cattle barns because she kept trying to get in to sleep with the cattle and calves. Never tried to hurt one. She will also sit and stare at chickens for hours very happily. Won't hurt them, will just, you know. Keep an eye on things.

But holy fucking shit if she hears a coyote nearby she is a snarling ball of canine rage in about a tenth of a second and nearly snapped a heavy duty leather leash she was on trying to charge off and commit coyote murder. If someone broke into our house without me telling her it was okay that dog would kill or die no questions asked.

Flock guardians are the BEST. Their prey drive is almost absent, but their desire to Protect is in every hair they shed (all over everything). Herding dogs have to have a job to do, to be kept busy. Guardians, though, are doing their job while they're draped all over your lap: they're watching and listening, and storing up love for their charges so they have the courage they need when it's time to rain Hell on something dangerous.

the sorrow of lucy frostblade