Chess partners turned lovers
saw a post that was like wonder if finding a new character to like is temporary or part of you for the next 10 years. and I sincerely hope spock stays with me forever because there are so many lifelong trekkies I believe there has to be some sort of formula there to keep me under spock's spell
Was attacked by an adorable plot bunny. Dream/Hob, fluff, cuteness, meowpheus. (can be considered a continuation of In Seeking You Out)
Hob arrives back at their flat having dodged a number of fellow faculty members and several students to make sure he wasn’t held up. Logically, Dream is a caretaker of the collective unconsciousness of all creatures. He had insisted he could handle a few kittens while Hob taught his classes, but the Endless had gotten a little distant and quiet when Hob had tried to confirm that he wasn’t asking too much. That, combined with the lack of communication and updates throughout the day were worrying. Not that Dream would text or use modern technology at all usually… “He would have sent Matthew if he needed anything,” Hob reassures himself, keying into his flat.
“Dream? Love?” He toes his shoes off in the entryway and removes his bag. “Duc-”
“Shhhhh,” Matthew hisses, gliding silently to the small table where Hob is depositing his keys. When offered an arm, the raven hops up gracefully onto his shoulder. “Be quiet and go to the kittens’ room."
“And why do I need to be quiet?” Hob whispers back conspiratorially. The fact that the bird isn’t in a panic settles something in Hob.
Matthew bumps his wing into Hob’s cheek. “Not spoiling it. Go!” The kittens’ room is just the spare bedroom of Hob’s flat with a baby gate across the door. He stops just shy of entering, hand covering his mouth instinctively in delight. “Adorable, aren’t they?”
Dream is in his cat form, large body sprawled on his back with his paws folded gently against his chest, tail twitching with the not-sleep Dream sometimes finds in the Waking. Three of the kittens have settled across his long stomach, tiny fluffy seatbelts of grey and orange and white buried in the pitch of his fur. Hob can see their paws shifting in soft kneading rolls. The tiger striped kitten has found her place beside Morpheus, face tucked so deep in his coat that Hob can’t see her ears.
“Where’s the black one?” Hob asks softly, hoping it wasn’t left out of the cuddle pile.
“Chest,” Matthew whispers back. Like finding the red and white striped shirt in a Where’s Wally book, Hob can’t unsee the soft pink of ears hiding in the black mane, the way Dream’s paws are not just curled with sleep but actually holding the smallest kitten to his chest. “I nearly spoiled it when I saw them all over the boss like this,” the raven mumbles, gesturing to the wall. “Beak went through the drywall, sorry about that. Hey, can you get a picture of this for Luce? I really gotta figure out how to do that without thumbs.”
My mom, who fled the Iran islamic revolution in the 80s by getting into a british university, has absolutely fallen in LOVE with the white supremacy overtones of the institution in Nimona. When I called her on the phone earlier she was talking about her own experiences as the single brown woman in a class of white men, how the university administration was charging her exorbitant amounts and would refuse to help her in the same ways that they helped their british students.
She kept talking about how all the nights were these blonde white men, and that the commoners were the only place you saw any diversity in the film.
Nimona has such beautiful, incredible anti-homophobia, anti-transphobia, and anti-ablism themes, and above all it talks about the dangers of "othering" people. As a mixed queer woman with health problems I am so in love with this movie.
This movie is important.
I think kaladin should have jewelry with stormlight spheres. this just makes sense to me on a practical and fashion level. anyways I sketched him and syl is also supposed to be here but I can’t get her face right so you don’t get to see her yet
If you have any doubt, that was indeed Captain James Kirk of the Enterprise. Yes, I know. Are you a friend of his? In these trying times, one of the few. Court Martial; STAR TREK (1966–1969)
mf-dooom
that is the face of a man worried he will be next
Sorry, he WHAT? Imagine being this man's boss and having to sit him down like. Listen. Brian. We need you to fuck the bird. You have to act like you're excited about it.
crane husband.....
this is the diametric opposite of all those awful swan wife stories and i love it.
(WalWaPo makes you jump through like three separate hoops before you can read the article, so I will share some of the highlights:
- Walnut was born in a species-recovery breeding program in the 1980′s. The program had crane chicks hand-raised by human volunteers, and at that time they did not fully understand the measures necessary make sure that the chicks do not imprint on humans and retain their identity as cranes.
- As a result, her keepers believe, Walnut does not recognize other cranes as members of her own species.
- It has not been proven that Walnut killed her previous suitors; however, there is a persistent rumor in the white-naped-crane-conservation community that she did.
- Because this species is highly endangered, and the gene pool of the captive population is small, it’s pretty important for the survival of her species that Walnut A) mate, and B) not kill a bunch of other cranes.
- The actual name of the keeper is Chris Crowe.
- They both arrived at the Smithsonian Conservation Biology Institute in 2004.
- Walnut immediately began paying special attention to Chris--and ignoring the eligible male crane in a nearby enclosure.
- Walnut initiated their courtship, performing the opening moves of a mating dance.
- Chris realized that if he reciprocated the mating dance, it might be possible to artificially inseminate Walnut with her participation and consent. (The process normally involves restraining the bird.)
- It worked!
- Chris and Walnut have had five children, who were raised by other crane couples at the facility--sometimes the biological dad and his mate--both because it’s unclear whether Walnut would accept the chicks as her own, and because Chris is not equipped to be a Crane Dad.
- However, the Institute provides her with artificial eggs to sit on, and Chris takes his turn looking after them. (This would not work with real eggs because he can’t sit on them properly, but Walnut seems to feel that he is on the job if he just stands over them.)
- Chris accepts that he is pretty much married to this bird. White-naped cranes live to be about 60, and they mate for life, so he knows he can’t retire while Walnut is alive. (At the time of the article, Walnut was 36, and Chris 42.)
Legit cannot pick the funniest part of this
she has not been PROVEN to have killed her exes, but there is a PERSISTENT RUMOR (really officers she's simply DEVASTATED, she sobs, wearing a new feather boa unfortunately resembling her most recent deceased husband)
His name is Chris CROWE. (Mrs. Walnut Crane-Crowe?)
the mental images of a whole human man learning and performing the crane mating dance, and "sitting" on artificial eggs so she thinks he's performing his duties as a husband and father (and apparently OBJECTS if he does not?)
"chris, buddy, you gotta marry the possibly-murderous crane lady for the GOOD OF THE SPECIES." (alternately: "chris, my man! good news! we found you a very interested lady! She's 36, she's very spirited and independent, she holds a very important and rare status in her society! ...Is there a downside? WELL...")
chris sits any potential human partners down, like "my love, you must understand before we wed,,, i am already... Attached" (camera drifts wistfully to the above photo) "Lady Walnut and I have an,, Understanding... the relationship is open, but very committed"
just had to explain this post to my father bc he thought my stifled laughter was a signal of illness.
well done, everyone, good game. hit the showers.
Not only is he 'married' to walnut, this has apparently happened SEVERAL times, so he has MULTIPLE crane wives, none of which know about any of his other crane wives. This man is, for some unknown reason, irresistible to cranes
the “this content has been removed for violating Tumblr’s Community Guidelines” notice really adds a lot of flavor to this post and somehow makes it MORE obscene than whatever that actually was
World Heritage Post
We go back to Twitter to meet our second Twitter Mod, Elian!
mordrediscariot
theres nothing i wouldnt do for will riker
@ferenofnopewood credit for the excellent tags 👌
Pondering my dearly beloved rooster Benni, whom I would surely perish without
acerago
for adults, good kids and convenient kids are the same thing
shout out to the comic that breached containment because the aging population of tumblr relate hard about being A Good Kid
I've been watching Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes based on your rec, and that theme song is, uh... pretty darned early 2000s, isn't it?
cherish it while you got it, they switch to narration in season 2
The theme song SLAPS and switching to narration was a horrible choice
In babyjail for Crimes
Someone in the notes said "there will be fanart" here you go 🐁
Incredible!!! I love it!!!!!
I am unfamiliar with the post in question and I am extremely interested
Found from Google again but the OPs are in the pic :)
oh my god. thank you
