!! This post contains photos and descriptions of dead animals, skinned
animals, decomposition, maggots, and the general gory details involved
with cleaning up bones.
I’ve gotten a couple asks about the methods I use to clean bones,
so I thought I’d put together a quick summary of the journey of my
female Badger, Ridge, from road to shelf. It’s not really a tutorial,
but I have almost kind of written it like one - keep in mind this is just
Ridge’s personal cleanup journey, and all the steps she went through while being processed
(it’s pretty similar for all my roadkill though) It’s a bit garbled and I haven’t really clarified anything… Hm. Maybe I will put together a proper tutorial in the future. For now, this is Ridge~
Hello. Many of you know me, my name is Millie and I have this nice blog where I’ve met a lot of wonderful people. Sometimes I feel really thankful for this platform, tumblr has been a great experience for me. However, I’ve decided to write this post and try to help my wonderful friend, who really is struggling a lot at the moment.
She lives in poor living conditions - her family home is very small and old, the walls of her home have started to fall down and it doesn’t even have a roof. The house is loaded with mold, wet walls because of broken pipes and unhealthy air to breathe. Her mom doesn’t have a job and has been unable to find one for quite a long period of time now and her dad has a part-time job. She is in the 4th year of high school and barely no one knows her story, that’s why I’m not revealing her identity. Here, in the winter time, temperature can drop under -20 degrees C and having wood, blankets and fabric plastic as a roof is not much of a help!
I’ve discussed this with another wonderful friend of mine and we are going to do our best to help and raise some money, because hey - it’s great to be humane! We had already done some research and we found several used houses with very good living conditions, for the minimal price.
Our goal is to raise $35.000 to buy this modest and wonderful family a proper home to live in! And that we cannot do without your help!
Our wish for this post is to reach as many people as possible. Our ideal way of achieving this goal is to reach 35.000+ people who would donate only $1. Every cent will be appreciated from top to bottom of our hearts.
If you are able to help, in any way, please send your $1 donation to the paypal account we made for this specific case.
I will continue to share this post through my blog and youtube. I will kindly ask you, with a lot of love, toreblog and share this post, you never know how many people your post might reach. $1 is just the first step of creating the whole road.
Christmas is slowly approaching and just imagine this family having this big gift that we all have created together. I will keep you all updated! Thank you very much for your help and time, and please, share. ♥
Imagine Genji stealing Hanzo’s first kiss when they’re all alone outside. The two were joking and enjoying the fresh air when Genji couldn’t help himself. He just smushed their faces together for a peck. Hanzo was stunned at first before getting all flustered. He didn’t want his first kiss to be that rushed! So, Genji soothes his anger by offering a re-do. He gently cups his chin and goes to pull him into a slow kiss, pressing against his lips with emotion he only ever felt with him. Hanzo is satisfied after he does this a couple more times.
With all our headcanons, mind-links and conversations, I couldn’t decide what to draw for you… so I thought why not some of your fave(?) things bundled together? Hohoho happiest birthday @sassyhazelowl!!
I had an idea, and it kinda made sense to me. What if the cops are also immortal? Or maybe not all of them but Key members, and they and the fakes have been doing this dance for centuries. They chased Geoff through the French Revolution, caught Jack a few times Stealing planes in WW1, so on.
Oooh! I actually thought about bringing in immortal cops (would be probably the only way I’d have RT people in the LSPD because I don’t want to kill them oops) but I tend to always consider it as more of a purgatory type situation, all gaining immortality at the same time in the cursed hellscape that is Los Santos. I love your version, with the long term historic kind of fahc immortality, because there are just so many ways it could go.
1. You could go for something really ridiculous and full on, something like immortality itself being stolen in the first place, because humans were never meant to live forever were they? Were never meant to have this kind of power, but where something of great importance exists there will always be people willing to steal it. It’s an object of the Gods, maybe, of the Devils, perhaps, something ancient and terrible, something forgotten and far too tempting to stay that way forever. Not when people like the man who would one day be Geoff Ramsey exist to find and steal it, when the original iteration of Jack Pattillo is around to share it with, not when Ryan, still James, kills them both and takes it only for the dead to track him down and take it back. Not when Gavin has always had sticky fingers, always been a thief, or when any version of Michael would follow him into hell and back, not when Jeremy was always going to jump headfirst into action, touch strange glowing objects first and worry about the ramifications later.
But objects like that don’t stay forgotten forever. Objects like that aren’t left unattended. Others have touched it before, of course, immortal beings who were meant to stand guard, who return to their post to find the object missing. Who comb the earth to track the thieves, playing at law enforcement to avoid detection, avoid even more mortals stumbling across secrets they should not know, but while the criminals are found over and over across history the object is never recovered.
Even when the FAHC settle in one place, choose fight over flight and demand answers to some questions of their own, even when the trackers infiltrate the LSPD and raid every place the Crew owns, even then the object remains hidden. Because immortal beings the pseudo-cops may be but the FAHC are human, at least mostly, in all the ways that count. Human in their creativity, their deviousness, their cruelty. Human in their their unlimited ability to adapt, to learn and conquer, to outwit anything and anyone no matter how old, how timeless. So war is waged right under the nose of society, each side keeping their secrets but neither concerned with collateral damage, a city turned battleground for those who cannot die, the nightmare that is Los Santos.
2. It could be far more simple, where immortals just somehow happen at some point, with no connection to one another, except perhaps some sense that there are others, an odd pull to one another. In the way of humanity throughout history the divide between these immortals is simply human nature, the inclination of some to use their advantages selfishly while others look to protect the greater good.
The Fake’s, of course, are individuals who upon realising their own immortality quickly work out that they are now in a better situation than anyone around them, that they can do just about whatever they want with no real consequences, and go wild with the power. Thieves and mobsters, criminals and cult leaders, notorious names in history and unknown puppeteers - over the years the one-day members of the Fake AH Crew have done it all. They meet up eventually, hundreds of years apart, perhaps temporarily as rivals but overlapping interests and shared ability quickly sees them joining forces. Sees them becoming the most dangerous group history has ever seen. That history keeps on seeing, in many different forms and under many different names over the years but never any less formidable.
The eventual immortal members of the LSPD, who’ve been everything from soldiers to international intelligence to vigilantes themselves were never any less dangerous. There have always been famous detectives, always been soldiers who survived the unsurvivable, law enforcement who’ve gone above and beyond, and like the Fake’s these individuals are eventually drawn together under their shared quest for justice. Imbued as they are with a sense of virtuous purpose, assured their role on earth is to police the corrupted immortals and prevent them from raining hell upon normal people, these officers have long been just as merciless as the criminals they hunt. They’ve dogged the Fake’s wherever they’ve gone for centuries, first individually and now as a group, set up for the long haul in Los Santos, doing their very best to curtail the criminal behaviour and prevent the death of those who will not come back to life. It’s a battle they are all locked into now, a duty for the police, a defiance for the FAHC, bloody and vicious and all kinds of unforgiving, on and on into eternity.
3. For the less serious sort of version of the FAHC - immortal criminals vs immortal justice seekers, still at odds of course, always pitted against one another as the Fake’s fight for selfish gain and power and the cops fight to keep them contained, but maybe it’s all become a bit mundane. Maybe eternity has given them all a bit of perspective, thrown them together for far too long to stay entirely objective, to keep themselves separate. They are all the only immortals any of them know, after all, the only ones stuck in this loop, so maybe they’re on opposite sides but they’d have to talk to one another now and again. Eventually learn more than names, learn like and personalities, not friends, no, but certainly a kind of camaraderie, a familiarity that could almost be fondness in the right light, inevitable after countless lifetimes in each other’s presence. Inevitable when there’s no end in sight, no grand finale, no true winner or loser in this never ending pantomime of life and death.
Sure, no one likes dying, no one enjoys the pain or the inescapable flicker of fear, no one wants to explain away their lack of injury or, when the death is too public, create a whole new identity, but you can only take murder personally for so many centuries. Can only hold onto anger for so long before it becomes a little trivial. A little childish. No matter how much Hollywood loves to romanticise supernatural grudges the reality is far less passionate - do anything on loop for 500 years and the fire is sure to dwindle, the emotions mute, shit gets fucking boring.
The never ending battle wages on, the conflict between two sides that will never see eye-to-eye, and the ever-changing nature of society and technology keeps the fights themselves from growing too stale, but when you run side-by-side with someone for this long there are only so many righteous monologues you can make before you start feeling a little silly. Sometimes you’re going to see Geoff and Jack at a cafe getting breakfast, or Lindsay and Jeremy at the store debating hair dye brands, and you just have to keep walking. Sometimes you’ll sit down next to Michael and Gavin getting drunk at the bar, will see Trevor and Matt filling a shopping trolley with energy drinks and candy bars, spot Ryan wandering around without that ridiculous mask he’s picked up this time around, and just move on.
Because you’re enemies, yes, and tomorrow you’ll be back at war, but today you’ve got a date or tickets to that one movie or haven’t had a coffee yet. Today you’re tired or hungry or just need to talk to someone who isn’t Frank because honestly fuck Frank anyway he’s been hung up on that one ruined shirt for seventy goddamn years, Christ almighty. So you look away, or they look away, or you exchange awkward nods that are perhaps less uncomfortable than they should be, silent acceptance that you’ll pick this fight up another day. Because hey, there will always be another day.
So a few weeks ago I hit 500 followers and I’m so blown away!! When I first started out I didn’t know if my art would get any kind of attention, and honestly this little corner of the star wars fandom has been so lovely and positive and encouraging and I really can’t thank you enough for helping me to come out of my shell I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCHH 💖
I’ve been racking my brain trying to think of something to do for you all, and I finally decided that I’d love to try and do a giveaway!
- This giveaway is only for my followers, so you must be following me to win. New and old followers will be counted all the same!
-To enter, reblog/like this post! You can do thisas many times as you want, all notes will be counted! (tho you can reblog even if you don’t follow me if you’d just like to help me signal boost my giveaway)
-If you want me to draw an OC, you must have a visual ref. It doesn’t have to be a full ref sheet, just enough for me to work off!
- I’ll save a list of all the urls and put them in to a random generator to pick the three winners. You must have your tumblr messenger open so you can be notified that you’ve won! You’ll be given 48 hours to respond- if not I will put the numbers through again and pick another winner.
Your prizes may take me a few days/up to a week to complete. Please be patient! If you’re a new follower you can check out my art tag for more examples of my stuff!
Deadline: Midnight, 18th of June. That’s three weeks!
And that’s about it! Thank you all so much, and the best of luck! 🍀
lexilawson I try not to get too sentimental when it comes to the goings of cast members. Inevitably- I have learned over time that we must all go on at one point to continue our journey of flying and sharing the gifts and colors in our hearts with the world for as long as we have time on this beautiful earth. Jordan , I understand why GOD MUST pull you in every direction possible. This IS your calling. Your genius talent is unworldly ( Momma Hamilton thanks you for helping her), your old soul and endless knowledge is a miracle mystery , your compassion and love for life is contagious - and I am truly going to miss calling you my son. Thank you for sharing your light, love, wisdom, and guidance with us my friend. Keep shining.#Myson#I#relative-pitch #oldestsoul#hamiltonmusical@jordan_fisher[x]
okay so my sis works at marvel studios, she's pretty high up like if you google her name things shes done comes up anyway today she told me that everyone calls sebastian sweetheart like it's become an inside joke where whenever someone mentions sebastian people in the near vicinity go all "he's such a sweetheart" which i thought was hilarious and needed sharing
he also apparently brought his stunt double in tws some expensive watch or whatever (she told me this like ages ago but back then i wasn’t really into mcu WHAT WAS WRONG WITH ME???) and him and frank grillo tried/try to pull pranks on set all the time but they never succeed like just a ton of failed pranks
This is your fault! You turned my little game into my most reblogged post, if you missed some of the many branches it took…well, here is a master post of all, yes ALL the gifts shared so far by my wonderful Fannibal friends!
I went to the cinema to see Lion and there was this woman with her daughter right next to me and as soon as Roney Mara appeared on the movie the mom said "I heard she's straight on this one". Anyway it made me thought of H*rold and I wanted to share, but don't feel bad about it please
A commission by @ticcytx for @urbydizzy. Thanks again for accepting my commission, it came out wonderful!
Happy Birthday Urby! Thank you for being a kind friend and sharing your ideas for your writing with me.
I love these three so much and I’m grateful you made Angel Sandwich a thing, literally made me love KI even more.
I can never thank you enough for writing Love is Infinite (Seriously tho, this fic is an excellent read! Amazing Characterization, On Point Pacing, Healthy and Adorable Poly Ship, and Dark Pit is literally characterized and well written so perfectly.)
nowandgen: Over the moon about your support for our @popandsuki hearts!! We are raising funds and awareness for such important causes that need our voices! Collaborating with y'all has made this occasion so special. Thank you to everyone who bought a heart, posted on social, + shared with your friends!! 💘💘 Love reading what you guys are putting on them, keep ‘em coming!
If we met 5 minutes ago or 5 months ago, this is a little information about me, as an Artist, Christian, Person… So it would help to share, so I can see all of my old friends, meet new ones, or if you just enjoy my art, so here we go, a little about me:
My name is Tony, I am a Christian, (I will talk about that more later) I am a mix of Navajo, White, and Mexican… Strange combo I know ^u^
I am 6′4″ (roughly 193cm - 194cm) wear mostly dark clothes because I think they look nice and yes, my hair is just like how I draw it, I get many many comments on it XD, it is very fluffy. And takes lot’s and lot’s of hairspray heheh
In summary, I grew up in a rough neighborhood as a child. Gang violence, and well… just not a place for someone who wants to Love God haha… My entire family was inclined to artistic ability, creating patterns, creating pictures so realistic, they looked like grey-scaled filters on photographs.
The best artists were my Two oldest brothers… They were Tall, Strong, Very popular, very kind, loving… and their art… their art was incredible… Drawing mech’s at 12, and perfect self portraits at 20… they were inspiring.
In short, my family was destroyed at the loss… of both of them. One died a Hero, Giving His life to protect a friend, the other killed standing up for what’s right.
My family destroyed, distraught, and me caught in the middle. In this time, My Father, my little brothers and I became Homeless… living in a car, living in a homeless shelter and other places… But there was my Dad… praying everyday, with a smile on His face… I was confused… in pain.
But… I couldn’t feel a thing… People saw me smile, saw me laugh, but it was just a show, with everything I had gone through I was a child with a broken spirit. I was putting on a show to pretend… I forgot how to feel, how to care, how to… Love.
But God did a good work… He saved us from where we were… we did not go hungry. I should be dead… that is the truth, but God chose to hold us, protect us… My Dad, never doubted… that’s why He would smile… He wasn’t just asking God to save us, He was thanking God because He KNEW God would.
“So you trusted God since then right? That was such an amazing thing He had done, so you lived for Him then on right?” …No… Sadly.
It took me a very, very, very long time to see the light that shined in my life…Even after going through all of this, I still just saw God as the one my dad believed in… and the truth is… and it breaks my heart to say this but…
I didn’t learn how to truly care for people, love people, and know people, know my emotions… until just a few months ago. Which is a reason I left… Don’t get me wrong, I knew how to say the right words, how to make people feel nice, loved, cared for… but in my Heart it was not real.
But I am only now truly, caring for people, with my whole heart… not a mask… not a trick… I care about people, and love them… in a real way… and I never want to stop.
Now with my Family in ruins, The artistic lights in my life Gone, the greatest artists I’ve ever known, the brothers who raised me… gone… I lost any ambition I could have had… ~~~~~~~
I wanted to try, at least a little… I picked up a DSI, and doodled, not good art, but that’s where… That’s where I found my inspiration.
My inspiration, showing me that there was hope, and good things that can be done with art, if something so amazing could stick around me, even though I had no skills…Even if my brothers are gone, in me, How much more could I create? That’s when I really gave it a shot, and went from stick figures to realistic art in around a year… my inspiration came and went, showing me what I could do, if I believed my art had purpose.
My inspiration was important, but… if the inspiration was just for me, and had nothing to do with God, I couldn’t keep it… That’s the truth, because God has great plans for me and my life. With Him, I became a Counselor, a youth teacher and a Church leader in short time…
Not long ago, my inspiration led me to tumblr, and I loved it, even if I disagree with, certain views people hold… I want to be a friend, and care nonetheless… I grew closer and closer to my inspiration, growing my skills, my heart… and yet also growing my weakness as I learned…
Then… I lost my inspiration, no matter how much I hurt, tried and called out… my inspiration was lost. As I felt lost as well… That’s when it happened…
God showed me, He took away a gift I wasn’t ready for. This inspiration was His blessing, and I didn’t work with it right… I was selfish…
That’s when I realized, I needed to be real, who God wanted me to be, and when I realized that, when I stopped trying to fight God and get MY way… He gave me, and those around me so much more than I could imagine…
He gave me life, hope, and finally, after years, and years, of waiting and wondering… He showed me what caring about people really was, really caring, really loving, not selfishly. So that’s why I am back. Because I want to be the friend, the… Tony I should have been…
Did I get my inspiration back? Well, no not really… my inspiration is out there, and I call to it everyday, but… I am not worried anymore, I know when the time is right, this time… I will be ready, and I will be the best I can be!
So that’s my story so far, at least in summary, there is many things I left out, but hey one day maybe heheh, Thanks for reading!
I would like to give a special shout out to people who have inspired me here, and were a huge reason I came back:
Spaghetti with fresh tomato sauce, and Mother Nature’s wrath
Firstly, I want to say that I’m devastated by the
hurricanes, floods, destruction, and despair that our precious country has
endured over the past several weeks. It’s like Mother Nature wants to be sure
we understand that global warming is real. I get it, but enough already. The
good side of this, if you want to squeak out anything positive, is that people
of all walks of life have pitched in to help. Florida’s mess is so deep and so
wide it will take years to recover. I didn’t feel I could post about food or
fun without first paying homage to the turmoil. Take care of each other my
But in addition to everything else going on, the garden is
getting away from us. It’s been a less than stellar year here for tomatoes, but
the freezer is stocked with bags and bags of Frenched green beans, and the
basil plant looks like a hedge. Weird squash are growing from volunteer seeds,
and our lemon cucumbers are plentiful.
I have two wonderful friends who think of me when they run
across stellar recipes. I’m posting this one today, and the next in the queue
(maybe this weekend) is for a creamy, one-dish meal that cooks together in twenty minutes
This fabulous tomato concoction sat on our counter yesterday
working its magic, and every time I walked by I couldn’t help but breath in the
aroma. Garden fresh tomatoes were chopped and then swam in a bath
of their own juices for six hours, along with garlic, olive oil, red wine vinegar, fresh
basil, and some salt and pepper. After an afternoon of marinating, all of this
tomato goodness was combined with hot pasta – linguine is recommended, but I
used spaghetti and any pasta would do. We loved this fresh combination and I
ate some of the leftovers today for lunch. Delicious! It was a perfect summer meal, and a great way to use up your garden tomatoes.
I don’t know the source other than it came from my friend
Nancy, so thank you Nancy for the share! If I find out the source at some point
I will include it.
Linguine with fresh tomato
4 tablespoons olive oil, divided
2 tablespoons minced garlic
3 pounds ripe tomatoes, chopped (I used lots of cherry tomatoes)
½ cup coarsely chopped basil
3 tablespoons red wine vinegar
Salt and pepper
1 pound linguine or spaghetti
1 tablespoons olive oil
Fresh grated Parmesan cheese
Heat 1 tablespoon oil in a heavy, small skillet over medium low heat. Add garlic and stir. Do not brown. Transfer to a large, non-aluminum bowl. Mix in tomatoes and their liquid, remaining 3 tablespoon oil, basil, and vinegar. Season with salt and pepper. Let stand six hours.
Just before serving, cook linguine or other pasta in a large amount of boiling salted water until just tender. Drain well. Transfer to large, preheated bowl. Add olive oil and toss well. Add sauce and toss again. Top with Parmesan