Know your raptors!
Artwork by AntarcticSpring
As much as I love Jurassic Park, I wish more people knew that the movie depicts Velociraptors pretty inaccurately (oh but who the fuck am I kidding, I LOVE them anyway). But actually my favorite breed of Dromaeosauridae was the Deinonychus. The Microraptor is pretty freaking cute too.
I really want to get back into drawing dinosaurs…
Question for the 13s since I did this to Dana and Dany today during biology. (
well it’s not really a question, more of a statement DEE YOU’RE RAMBLING STOP)
“You know you’re a writer when you use punnett squares to find out what the offspring of your pairing would probably look like.”
Dany and Dana said correct, I’m wondering what the rest of y’all think so…..
NO IT DOES NOT MAKE ME FEEL BETTER AAGH POOR BB
MOST OF THE LAB DIDN’T STUDY FOR IT EITHER, SO IT’S OKAY XD
but no seriously, they’re totally Karma Carrots (
Karma Karrots? Y/N? Dee stop talking?) instead of shame carrots.
I’m still amused that Dany decided to give me shame carrots today for texting her in class (OH I can ask my question now! Whoop!).
DOES IT MAKE YOU FEEL BETTER TO KNOW THAT I HAD MY LAB MID-TERM PRACTICAL TODAY WHEN I THOUGHT IT WAS AFTER FALL BREAK?
Probably…..did not do so hot, but better than I think I did….hopefully.
favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Persephone with Freida Pinto
My mother loves me, this I’ve never had to doubt. But her love is much like the plants she tends: it takes root and tendrils twist themselves into any hold they can find. It will suffocate and take over anything alien, anything that isn’t itself.
But maybe all mother’s love like that. I cannot know. I only have the one.
Snatched from that field, it was for my mother that I screamed. But too late, and from the bright world I was dragged down into the cold darkness beneath the earth, screaming and kicking and biting at my captor.
I sat silently and listened to him speak. I did not care for him, this dark and unfamiliar figure, but longer was I afraid. I could still taste the sharpness of his blood on my tongue. He was nothing more than I if he could bleed, and I feared nothing with skin that my own teeth could break.
I have no wish to be his bride. Wife is just another vine, this one a little darker, a little more deeply buried, a little more demanding. But another word of his appeals: Queen, he had said to me. Queen was more interesting. A Queen had only her own roots.
He turns his back and I reach across the table, slowly drawing one of the bowls towards me with my fingertips. The pink-red seeds are out of place here in the shadows. But maybe fit for a queen?
It is hardly even a choice I need to think about. I take what I want.
ehehehehehe. Okay, so now if you ever come to Texas/I ever go to North Carolina, we definitely have to go shoot things together.
Alternately, we could go hide in the Mojave; they’ll dry up and be unable to move except to kind of twitch helplessly at us.
XD Okay, Cascades or Mojave. Sounds like a plan
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Ahhh that sounds like fun! I’ve shot a 12-gauge once and it nearly put me on my ass. AR-15 was much more fun. :3
Lots of fun! I’m armed and dangerous now, with deadly aim (see, video games come in handy)