By day I am a toy making elf, by night, I am asleep.

I am also a geek and this is my geeky Tumblr.

 

I ordered new glasses today. As it’ll take a few weeks for them to get done, here’s a picture of a cat instead. :)

I ordered new glasses today. As it’ll take a few weeks for them to get done, here’s a picture of a cat instead. :)

(Source: robotindisguise)

What You Crave vs What You Need

Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.

Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.

Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.

Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.

Cookies: Freudian psychology.

Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.

Pasta/Carbs: Pasta/Carbs.

Ice: The sweet release of death.

reminder for bisexuals

lyricalred:

today is bi visibility day. as such, bisexual people will be completely visible for the next 24 hours. this is a bad day to engage in bank heists, ghost impersonations, covert operations for vague yet menacing government agencies, and other common bisexual hobbies that rely upon our powers of invisibility. 

reblog to save a life. 

earldense:

ship-captain-cat:

king-in-yellow:

Ever wanted to see a secretary bird make out with a lammergeier? Nah, me neither. 

REMEMBER THE BIRD BL DOUJINSHI?

Here are a couple of sample images from both FORBIDDEN BIRD BOY LOVE ~Eden~ and FORBIDDEN BIRD BOY LOVE ~Paradice Reguined~ or, as the cover puts it, “BL of the bird, by the bird, for the bird.”

I’m not going to scan either of them more than this, because the creators were nice enough to make them available for international buyers to purchase (here) and (here). (Oops, the first one is sold out.)

It’s mostly short cute stories with totally accurate depictions of birds; I can identify most of the species visually, and it’s weird shit like nightjars and gay penguins and swallows and burrowing owl x king vulture and kiwi x ostrich and all that sort of shit. A+ would buy again.

I am overcome with dangerous curiousity

Why does this exist.

I need it.

I didn’t know I need this, but I do.

moniquill:

Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep.