The 21st Century ritual of the Earth Sandwich, where in two people on opposite sides of the earth place a piece of bread on the ground, creating a sandwich with the entire planet as its contents. Truly, a beautiful ceremony symbolizing the interconnected nature of the modern world.
Art by KK Zhang
[ID: A realistic digital painting of a large wyvern flying amongst an enormous flock of Chilean flamingos above a lake on a bright sunny day. The wyvern has two dark horns, dark spikes on its jaw and down its back and a short squarish snout. It is a similar colour to the birds it flies with, being an orange-pink with a pale underside. There are mountains in the distance.
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She knew she was different from the rest of the flock. Larger, more robust. Featherless. But her parents had doted over her egg when they had found it abandoned near their mud pile, rolling it carefully to nestle between their smaller ones, then brooding it until the first cracks appeared in the shell. They had crooned and preened her horns just as they had done for her fluffier siblings. By her third day she was larger than him, yet her father would fuss if she ventured from under the warm and protective haven of his wings. Her mother had gathered far more food that year, to feed her enormous chick.
When she first took to the air, her parents watched on, billing and cooing in their pride that their chick was so strong.
Now, her parents had each taken new mates, and had new chicks. They were all so small, while she continued to grow. The lake wasn’t enough to feed her anymore, but the hills around it provided ample food. The tiny grey balls of down and clumsy legs would tuck around her, giving all of the parents a chance to feed. They knew that she would protect the chicks, and keep them warm. She radiated a heat from within that feathers could never match. Every chick reached adulthood that year.
No brave male ever approached her in the warm and sparkling days of spring to begin the steps of courtship, but she didn’t grieve. They were all far too small and easily knocked over by a gusting breath of irritation. She didn’t need a mate, she could brood abandoned eggs on her own and bring them up without the help. She had learned her lessons from her parents, fussing if they ventured too far from her warmth, cooing with pride when they took their first clumsy flaps to lift them up.
And when the flock took to the wing, she was there with them as they rose in flight.
why am i crying
Yeah bugs can't be fixed, but tumblr sure as hell can waste time and money making shitty ui changes.
I just saw a story on AO3 tagged "pet p!ay"
TIK TOK MUST BE STOPPED BEFORE IT DESTROYS LANGUAGE
Ok, unless something's going on I'm not aware of (extremely likely), I gotta point out the term "Pet Play" is significantly older than Tik Tok, or most of its userbase for that matter.
Yeah, I'm not mad about using the term "pet play". That's a perfectly fine term. I'm mad because they didn't use that term: they used "pet p!ay", a censored version
Oh. Oh gawd I missed that. Objection withdrawn, that is objectively terrible.
To anybody who is new to posting on ao3, if you’re using a tag you have to use the correct spelling of that tag. People aren’t going to type in every version of a censored word to hide or look for your content 
For everyone new to tumblr, the same rule applies to tumblr too.
class project i finally finished today! Rocky in ZBrush
it's based on Tracy's drawing of Rocky! (i don't know how to link on tumblr yet, sorry💀:) https://www.tumblr.com/lackadaisycats/702571623740489728/rocky-a-patron-piece-lackadaisy-is?source=share
I believe you mean this one.
Wonderful work on the model! ❤
Akseli Gallen-Kallela - Hippos in the Tana River (1909 - 1910)
… wait, Akseli Gallen-Kallela painted hippos???
The sight of this stupid sandwich had me in stitches for no god damn reason. Why are you blue
Context (it’s just a brief visual gag)
Also under the cut for comparison sake I had a slightly more unhinged alternative for miguel’s expression, which I decided against since it felt a bit too over reactive for me — but it’s still funny so I’m leaving them here side by side
I was temporarily trapped with the worst kind of mansplainer.
I was telling a woman who I like to talk to about my excitement about going to Norway. And I was talking about how the water quality is so good over there that you can scoop up a cup of water from any flowing source.
This man, who I have never met before started saying: "No, no, no..." over and over again. Until I stopped.
For him to tell me I'm wrong, and listing places in the UK where that would be a terrible terrible. It too THREE of us to tell him, I wasn't even talking about the UK. I was talking about Norway.
I then turn away to try to carry on my conversation, but this man then tells me that he is sorry for interrupting BUT... Then started to tell me random shit about Norway...
And I'm like, yes I know I've been several times before... The older woman I like to talk to tried to ask me again about the trip.
Then this TWAT, started loudly talking about women's sports to my Dad, talking about how women don't deserve equal pay. But he didn't let you breathe before talking over you. Like the first opportunity I could use to escape. I did.
I have no clue who this man is.
