Y’all, I’m over here DYING cuz Google suggested me this article about the crisis of backyard chicken keepers– which is that they love having chickens so much that they keep getting more, and then don’t know what to do with all the eggs.

Which I can see how this would be a problem, but it’s just so funny to me because they had interviewed this one guy who started off with 3 chickens, and then kept adding more and more, and eventually started donating the eggs to a local food bank, and at the end of the year when they wrote him a tax receipt, he discovered he’d donated over 400 dozen eggs.

Seriously, it was a whole article talking very seriously about how people are so into chickens that they just keep collecting them like pokemon and then have to “scramble” (their words not mine) to get rid of the eggs, because they weren’t even thinking of egg production, they just loved having chickens.

And while I may be over here laughing a bit too hard, honestly? Big Mood.

“but without the profit motive people won’t work”

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Posing for a reclusive Victorian painter

Announcement

I am going to be changing over from the blog @venus-and-bluebells to this blog. Follow this blog, because Venus and bluebells will eventually get deleted! If your notes blow up with posts from me that say the exact same shit as Venus and bluebells, that's me making sure those posts go to This blog, not That one (without needing an uglyass deleted blog in the middle).

I am not online often, usually, and I am bad at using technology. I apologise if this causes problems for you while I transfer shit; know that I'm probably more annoyed.

Anyways, yeah :)

And from this side! If you like this blog, go follow @unicorn-and-bluebells so you can still see me.

This blog is old and annoying as shit, and I’ve been meaning to clean it up or get rid of it for years. I won’t be doing much fancy tagging or queuing or anything at unicorn-and-bluebells, but it’ll basically be a fresh start version of this blog (this one has fossils from my days on the internet in middle school, because somehow my parents thought it was a good idea to let a 12 year old on the internet. Needless to say, it’s time for something new).

I would shove the entirety of the Red Squad into a fucking trash can

High-key thinkin of starting a new blog


This one is old and unwieldy, and I’d like to be able to find my shit more easily, so I might just start from scratch with a new one


If I do, I’ll let y'all know (but also know that it probably doesn’t matter bc. I am either very online bc I’m thinkin about a fandom thing really hard, or I am a hermit in the woods. Usually it’s like five months of the year that I’m really online)

Illustrations for Russian fairytales by Ivan Bilibin


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Anonymous asked:

Sometimes I think about how Hippocrates believed that those Scythian trans girl shamans were like that because they wore pants and rode horses too often, since as we all know, that makes you gay.

systlin:

systlin:

This is true though. Wearing pants and riding horses makes you gay and/or trans and gives you magic powers. Truefax.

Proof; I wear pants and rode horses a lot and still do when given a chance, and I’m now bisexual and magic. 

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