Look, there's got to be something sociologically meaningful about the fact that almost every single queer person I know under the age of about 35 daydreams about setting up an extended household--a little town or a house or an apartment building or a few houses or a mansion or a commune--and filling it with all their friends so we can all live near one another and take care of each other.

    It is a wildly common fantasy. Every time I met a new group of people it pops wistfully up. As I age, folks get more and more determined to try. Sometimes they succeed and sometimes they fail and those of us with mobile careers, like mine, are at something of a disadvantage, but the wistful notion is everywhere. The dream. Having our friends who love us right here, where we can touch them and help them.

    I don't know if it's just that I live on the internet, but it's something, gazing into the flickering screen and knowing we're all daydreaming about a better future for all of us working together to support one another.


    Make it 45, I know of too many younger Gen Xers for whom this applies


    I love how both corvids and parrots are in general highly intelligent, but where corvids generally have strict hierarchies, solve disagreements in the pecking order by fighting, and have a strong dislike for anything new or foreign until they figure out how to make use of it, parrots are just here to party.

    The New Caledonian crow, who knows how to specifically build a tool in order to build another tool, never engages in play. These motherfuckers are smarter than some people with the right to vote, and they are Extremely Serious Birds. They don't have time to play, they got work to do and kids to raise.

    And then there's the kea, straight-up titled "clown of the mountains", that has a specific vocalization for "playtime!". Scientists decided to try what happens if they play the Play Call for two fully-grown adult keas that are together in an area and can clearly see there is no other, third kea to make the call, and they just go "great idea, disembodied voice! it's TIME TO FUCKING PARTY!" and start wrestling.

    Imagine working really hard in order to make it into a top university to study astrophysics, making it to your first Very Serious Class, sitting down full of serious determination, and the dude next to you is taking notes without using his hands, with a glitter pen he's shoved up his nose. And his notes are good.


    It's your first day of Bird University and you already fucking hate this guy.


    So there's this gene in humans called PLXNC1 or "Plexin", right? So Plexin is associated with increased neuron function and is generally thought to be correlated to human's increased cognitive ability for the use of language, i.e., "language learning". Super cool, right?

    Humans aren't the only animals with advanced language learning that have Plexin in their genome. We can actually find homologous plexin between humans and PARROTS!

    Using genomic alignment search tools, we can actually break down the sequence of human Plexin and directly compare it to the Plexin found in parrots. (This was actually a project I ran for an upper division genomics class, and running the program literally takes like... ten minutes.) I wanted to see how similar the plexin gene was between humans and parrots, so I queued up the human sequence against all of the available records from parrot genomes and sorted by greatest percent identity (i.e., which bird species had the closest plexin to ours?)

    It was this funky dude right here:

    THAT'S RIGHT BABY! The kea, notorious for being a straight up motherfucking prank god, carries Plexin with a 79.42% identity comapred to humans'.


    Also these guys have been found to literally have predictive reasoning skills, which we consider REALLY FUCKING ADVANCED for a lot of animal species. They pass the Aesop's fable test with flying colors. They're so goddamn cool, I love them so much.

    The kea really said: "I will use my superior intelligence to have a good fucking time" and that's so powerful honestly

    I just.

    You don’t need a reason to not like a ship.  You don’t need a reason not to ship a ship, canon or otherwise.  You don’t have to prove it’s “problematic” or “abusive” or any of that shit.

    You’re allowed to just not like it.  You can literally just say “eh, I don’t like it, it’s just not my thing” and that’s valid.  You don’t have to explain it or excuse it.  Just say you don’t like it and move the fuck on, for fuck’s sake.

    I am BEGGING y’all.

    Shadowmask Daemon Vitale 

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    It earned its name because its coat is like a mask of shadows it can use to virtually disappear under tree cover. This Daemon has a carnelian crystal heart. Its back stands about 7" tall and had a coat of high quality faux fur that is very soft. The neck, legs and tail have a fully posable ball and socket armature inside that will not wear out over time. The ears are attached with a ball joint that can swivel and pose. The head, ears, and feet are all cast in durable resin from my original sculpt and hand painted.

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