spotting blacks

Peppered Moths, for the Light Grey Art Lab show Camouflage, which opened last night! 


Peppered moths are one of my favorite examples of camouflage in nature:
Almost all the peppered moths were light colored, flecked with black spots, well-camouflaged against the trees and lichens they landed on, until the Industrial Revolution in England. The trees became blackened by the pollutants and soot in the air during this time period, and the darker peppered moths flourished because they could now blend into the trees. Since then, the light colored peppered moths have become common once more, due to the improved air quality. They once again blend into their environment.


Prints and one framed print are available in the Light Grey shop.

Playing Twister :D Black Hat/ Flug
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> I'm making an english version of these one so...don't use the translator xD<p/><b>Dementia:</b> WHO WANTS TO PLAY FUCKING TWISTER?<p/><b>Flug:</b> Dementia, language.<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> What is this Twister thing?<p/><b>Dementia:</b> Oh, it's a game where you put your left hand for example in one spot of color and all the players do the same. You get it?<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> Obviously, who do you think I am? A moron?<p/><b>Flug:</b> *whisper* Maybe...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> WHAT?!<p/><b>Dementia:</b> LET'S PLAY!!!<p/><b></b> *After putting everything in order*<p/><b>Dementia:</b> Flug, put your left hand on the red spot.<p/><b>Flug:</b> This hurts...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> WEAK!!!!<p/><b>Dementia:</b> Ok boss, your right leg on the green spot.<p/><b></b> *Obviously they continue playing until they end in a very compromising situation*<p/><b>Flug:</b> Ah...Sir...I think that you are tired...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> NONSENSE. I LOVE THIS GAME. DEMENTIA WHAT'S NEXT?<p/><b>Dementia:</b> Flug, your right leg on the blue spot, between Black Hat legs.<p/><b>Flug:</b> Eh...it can be different? I-i mean, can I put my leg in other side?<p/><b>Dementia:</b> No. That will be against the rules >:v<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b>Black Hat:</b> ARE YOU AFRAID TO LOSE?!<p/><b>Flug:</b> Maybe ;-; ...Well yes.<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> DEMENTIA CONTINUE!<p/><b><p/><b>Dementia:</b> Black Hat put your right hand on the yellow spot, next to Flug's head.<p/><b>Flug:</b> *sweating a lot*<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> What is it, doctor? Maybe thinking in something "special"~<p/><b>Flug:</b> No sir, n-nothing...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> Well...that's being unfortunate...<p/><b></b> Suddenly all the lights are off. Flug can feel the touch of skin pulling away a piece of his bag, exactly where his mouth is...Then the softness of some lips on his owns. Moving in circles and asking for permission to enter.<p/></p><p/><b></b> He opens his mouth slightly...The lights return and Black Hat is not on top of him or even in the room.<p/><b>Flug:</b> What happened?<p/><b>Dementia:</b> I dunno...well yes but I don't want to tell you xD<p/><b>Flug:</b> Black Hat just kissed me?<p/><b></b> He touches his lips, waiting for some signal there, saliva, a little bit of blood...nothing.<p/><b></b> That night the scientist decided to pull of his bag to do a little check up in his face.<p/><b></b> Like manually he check his lips. A smile is forming, there are sharp forms of tooth.<p/><b>Flug:</b> Boss...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> You were calling?~<p/><b></b> _—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—_—<p/><b>SPANISH:</b> <p/><b>Demencia:</b> ¡¿QUIEN QUIERE JUGAR AL PUTO TWISTER?!<p/><b>Flug:</b> Demencia, esa boca.<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> ¿Qué es el twister?<p/><b>Demencia:</b> Oh, es un juego, donde por ejemplo, pones tu mano derecha en un color indicado y todos hacen lo mismo sólo que en diferentes colores y con otras partes del cuerpo ¿Entendiste?<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> Obviamente ¿Qué crees que soy? ¿Un idiota?<p/><b>Flug:</b> *susurro* tal vez...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> QUÉ<p/><b>Demencia:</b> JUGUEMOS<p/><b></b> *Después de poner todo en orden*<p/><b>Demencia:</b> Flug, pon tu mano izquierda en la mancha roja.<p/><b>Flug:</b> Esto duele...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> DÉBIL<p/><b>Demencia:</b> Ok jefe, su pierna derecha en la mancha verde.<p/><b></b> *Continúan jugando y obviamente todo termina en una situación comprometedora* (todos terminamos así en twister)<p/><b>Flug:</b> Ah, señor, creo que está cansado...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> TONTERÍAS. AMO ESTE JUEGO. DEMENCIA ¿QUÉ SIGUE?<p/></p><p/><b>Demencia:</b> Flug, tu pierna derecha en la mancha azul, entre las piernas de Black Hat.<p/><b>Flug:</b> Eh...¿Puede ser diferente? Q-quiero decir ¿Puedo poner mi pierna en otro lugar?<p/><b>Demencia:</b> No, eso va en contra de las reglas >:v<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> ¡¿TEMES PERDER?!<p/><b>Flug:</b> Tal vez...bueno, sí ;-;<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> DEMENCIA CONTINÚA.<p/><b>Demencia:</b> Black Hat, pon tu mano derecha en la mancha amarilla, al lado de la cabeza de Flug.<p/><b>Flug:</b> *suda bastante*<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> ¿Qué pasa doctor? ¿Pensando en algo especial~?<p/><b>Flug:</b> No señor...n-nada...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> Bueno...eso es ser desafortunado~<p/><b></b> Las luces se apagan de la nada. Flug puede sentir el tacto de la piel al levantar un pedazo de su bolsa, justo donde está su boca.<p/><b></b> De ahí la suavidad de unos labios contra los suyos, moviéndose en círculos y pidiendo permiso para entrar en la boca ajena; Flug separa los labios ligeramente, sintiendo la humedad de la lengua contraria al rozar con la suya.<p/><b></b> Las luces vuelven y Black Hat ya no está sobre él, ni en el cuarto.<p/><b>Flug:</b> ¿Q-qué pasó?<p/><b>Demencia:</b> No sé...bueno sí sé pero no te wua a decir :D<p/><b>Flug:</b> ¿Acaso Black Hat me besó?<p/><b></b> Se toca los labios, esperando una señal, ya sea saliva o un poco de sangre...nada.<p/><b></b> Esa noche, el científico decidió retirar la bolsa para una pequeña revisión al rostro.<p/><b></b> Como algo manual, se revisa los labios, una sonrisa aparece, puede ver la marca de unos dientes afilados.<p/><b>Flug:</b> Jefe...<p/><b>Black Hat:</b> ¿Llamabas~?<p/><b></b> -----------<p/><b></b> Pos sí, ambas versiones, quería utilizar el tema del Twister porque cada quien lo juega termina en una situación/posición rara.<p/><b></b> Además no me sentía muy bien por temas con mis amigos y la familia; y escribir me hace feliz... así que disfruten, supongo...<p/></p>
Meet Arn! (J) 5/27/17

Meet Arn! Arn is a fox spirit! He is about 6 feet long (”on a good day” according to him) including his tail. He has a bright red coat and a white fluff at the end of his tail. He doesnt have any black on him like a typical fox, except a black spot on his chest that looks similar to a spade. His face is a little more narrow than a typical fox, but his fur comes to a point on the sides of his face that makes it look broader. His legs are about a foot long, maybe more.

Arn is very goofy and very playful. He has the type of sense of humor that catches you off guard because he doesn’t need to build up a joke for him to be funny. Arn has a funny personality as well. He is the type to pretend to be all serious during a joke but then break down into laughter. Arn is very fun to be around and is quite the people person.

Arn seeks companionship because he really would enjoy someone to talk to! He’d prefer someone with high energy that matches his so him and his future companion would keep each other entertained. Though he’d appreciate high energy, he also appreciates someone who can wind down as well. He is looking for a companion who has a medium to large spirit family so see can be entertained even when his companion isn’t available! He doesn’t think relying on his companion for entertainment 24/7 is really healthy for him, so he’d appreciate other sources of entertainment. 

Arn doesnt deem offerings as super important, but he feels honored that it is a custom in the spirit companion community! He didn’t even know offerings were a thing for “common” spirits (saying common in comparison to more royal spirits). For offerings, he would appreciate oranges, red bouncy balls, and candy (salt rock candy in particular)! 

If you are interested in this spirit, please fill out the submit form and I will let you know if you have been chosen or not!
Please remember to supply the vessel to bind your spirit to!
If you have any questions refer to either my info, shop info, or my ask box!
Thank you!!

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A few days over the horizon just waiting for us.

He scanned through the crowd with intense eyes and finally, he spotted the black haired girl at a table in the corner of the bar. Immediately, he pushed his way through the dancing crowd.

He gave her a soft pat on the shoulder, calling out to her. Slowly, she turned to him and smiled sheepishly at him. 

“You’re finally here…” her voice shook a little, “…let’s have a drink!”

“No, you drank enough,” he took the empty shot glass from her hand, grabbed her arm and started pulling her up from her seat, “so let’s get you back home now. ”

She shook her head and whined in a slurred voice. She tried to push him away but she was far too drunk. Sighing, he slung her arm over his shoulder, wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her out of the bar, all the way to his car.

He opened his car door and helped her into the front seat. He took a look at her sleeping face for a moment before leaning in to fasten her seatbelt, his fingers accidentally brushed against her side.

Her brows twitched at his touch and her lids drifted open to half-mast. She fixed her gaze on his face. The face she would find in crowds. The face she could not go on a day without thinking of. The face she could not possibly forget. Unconsciously, she gripped his shoulder and opened her mouth,

“…I love you.”

It was a mere whisper, but it was audible enough for him to hear and to freeze in place. He turned to meet and hold her gaze.

“You’re drunk.”

She tightened her grip on his shoulder and pulled him closer to her,

“And that’s exactly why I have the courage to tell you that I love you,” she said, giggling between hiccups,

“And my feelings will remain unchanged when dawn breaks,“ her voice noticeably changed, growing quieter, more serious as she spoke before she gave in to sleep’s powerful pull,

“I love you all the same, whether I am drunk or sober.”

—  Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #142 // Gently, he caressed her head with a smile, and leaned in to lay a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I love you too.”
Peanut Butter Cookies

*throws allergic!Lance at you and runs away*

Summary: When Pidge’s birthday rolls around, Allura remembers her offhand comment about liking peanut butter. Little did she know that Lance is actually very, very allergic. (angst and fluff, and a bit of established klance because I have no self control and I ship it leave me alone)

I hardly ever post anything because I have no confidence ha so if you like it, let me know! This is very short compared to lots of other stuff I’ve written.

@taylor-tut I don’t think this is that good or even if it counts as langst/whump but I’ll tag you anyway and @voltronpaella thanks for actually getting me to post this my dude


When Allura called the Paladins into the kitchen, Lance expected some sort of emergency.

Why they’d be meeting in the kitchen, he had no idea, but he slid out of bed regardless. After removing his face mask he padded out into the hall, slightly resentful that he didn’t have time to straighten his hair.

Lance nearly bumped into Hunk in the hallway, who was also still in pajamas. The two were the last to arrive in the kitchen. He surveyed the others and found Shiro in full armor, Keith with an activated bayard, and Pidge rubbing the sleep out of her eyes with a laptop tucked under her arm.

“Princess, we’ve talked about this,” Lance grumbled. “You have got to stop interrupting my beauty sleep.”

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Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Karasuno, Revival!

Backstage
Nekoma practicing their various acrobatics and tricks.  As the most visually acrobatic team, they had it pretty rough with their choreography.

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