Shout out to my bus stop jackdraws for being the best, most precious, and also kinda manipulative, picky eaters.
early homo sapiens b like help i cant stop making bowls . help i cant stop domesticating plants and animals. help i cant stop developing language and architecture and religion
ok im obsessed w this tag
once in grade 6 I saw a 'pottery making club' in a ditch on the schoolyard- I assume at some point someone realized there was actually good quality clay in the ditch and when I walked up there were about a dozen 12 year olds sitting around the few girls who had brought their water bottles out to mix the clay, and a designated spot to put the finished bowls and tablets, and people going off and collecting sticks to make designs with and i really think that's the natural state of the human race
In elementary school I learned that you can make paint out of certain sedimentary rocks on the playground if you crushed them and mixed with water and at one point I had up to 25 kindergarten through third graders making cave paintings on the underside of the slides
in third grade i got everyone into pet bottle caps by drawing eyes on any bottle cap that anyone handed me. when some boys stole our pet caps and smashed them we folded origami boxes for coffins and interred them under the playground mulch at recess with drops of soda for the trip through bottle cap afterlife.
At my school we made an economic system based om cheastnuts and pinecones (10 cheastnuts=1 nice, fresh pinecone).
With those we traded other valuables, such as ladybugs, marbles and black, metall-y like rocks generally known as slagg.
Having a lot of slagg was basically the status marker back then.
Tactoon-cat Cartoons
With each I was like “Surely the cat doesn’t actually look like that in the image. surely this is an exaggeration.” but then I scrolled and yes, the cats are liquid
I know many of you out there are feeling a bit down. Have a crow to Wouldn’t it be Nice by the Beach Boys to lift your mood.
He stops and looks both ways?!?
You wanna know what makes this better?
Crows normally walk. This one seems to have both legs working, so he’s not hopping out of necessity, he’s doing it for fun. Corvids can sometimes be seen doing things like this for no evident reason other than enjoyment.
This is my new favorite post
I can’t ever not reblog.
I hadn’t posted an update since I first made it, so I wanted to post some pictures of what my battle jacket currently looks like. I’ve added tons of patches (including the back patch I custom made for it) and it feels almost totally “complete.” Just gotta fill that one little gap on the yoke. :)
Got around to making a back patch for my new jacket
Love yourself, and the world will follow
For a second I didn’t realize it meant “high” as in a stoner--I thought “High Geologist” was like a rank of geologist or something and he was insulted you would challenge him to naming stones
great poast every one👍
I have drawn him....
The High Geologist
See, it's content like this that keeps me here on Tumblr, you can't get quality shitposting like this on like, Twitter or Instagram
burslprots
I think it would be very fun if I wore a locked collar when I was at home. It wouldn’t really mean anything, just a comfort piece that reminds me who I belong to.
Except, I’m really *really* good at escaping it, jamming the lock open or finding a different way to get out of it and hanging it up in its resting place.
Maybe I’ll hide right away, waiting for you to notice the collar before you notice me without it on. Silent chases of tension filled moments of hiding, all while I hear the collar clinking in your hand.
Sometimes I’d be brave enough to try getting away with it right under your nose, parading around and keeping you distracted, or hiding under bulky sweatshirts. Id be able to watch your eyes flick down to my neck at higher frequency, or maybe you’d corner me at random to pull the collar of my shirt down and check for yourself.
I know if try to be strategic, knowing the further you are away from the collar, the longer of a headstart I’ll get. You’d always end up winning in the end, able to wait out my hiding until I finally moved. Chasing me down and tripping me to get me to the ground, pinned with nowhere to go.
Maybe you’ll be strategic, and notice my collars absence in silence, letting me get away with it long enough to let my guard down so you can retrieve the collar before facing me about it.
I’m sure you can think of a million types of punishments that fit my transgressions though, so I’ll keep finding new ways to get out of them!
