The Witcher | Dandelion, implied Dijkstra/Isengrim; PG “memories of legacies”
It was a lovely day, the trees all speckled with colorful blooms and the air fragrant with new growth and sweet flowers, and he had half a mind to simply give all his students a passing grade because it was unfathomable torture to be expected to sit at a desk while the streets of Oxenfurt began to grow busy with preparation for the spring festival in a few short days. Tragically, he’d done that two semesters ago and got caught and the head of the department made it very clear that such flippant disregard for the sanctity of education would not be tolerated.
And so Dandelion was all but chained to his desk for the rest of the evening, quill in one hand for writing notes and the other flipping pages to what felt like a mountain of essays.
I couldn’t resist making more pride birds today, especially after I discovered that the scientific name of the red-tailed comet is Sappho sparganurus. Sappho, you guys!! This bird is named after her!!
Happy pride month everyone!!! Have a bronzewing pigeon. :) (Redbubble)
Finally! The Vosmaeri eclectus for the polyamory flag. While not an orientation or gender identity, the polyam flag is still very popular at pride events.
I thought the eclectus was perfect for this flag because unlike other parrots, they’re nonmonogamous. What a fun coincidence that they happen to match the flag so well and to be a personal favorite of mine.
People who took the news of feathered dinosaurs like this:
And those who took it like this:
I hate it when people say “science ruined dinosaurs” as though dinosaurs are just some pop culture monster invention and not real things that existed and that we are continuing to make new discoveries about
Amen
Listen I don’t care if you think feathers on a dinosaur look stupid if a 9 ton apex predator is coming at you at 25 mph, you’re not going to laugh at its feathers. YOU’RE GOING TO HAUL ASS
Most of y’all are afraid of geese and they have feathers.
Imagine a 9 ton goose that’s about to fuck your shit up.
Summary: Ian Edgerton has never been one for spending too much time in a single place. Freedom, adventure; he’s worked hard to earn that in the FBI, and he intends to keep it. But the appeal of Los Angeles is slowly growing on him, and it’s not just the beaches.
Charlie Eppes would like to think that his complete and total failure to have had a single meaningful relationship by the age of twenty-seven has to do with his accelerated academic career and dedication to his work, nothing more. He’s too busy these days, after all, now that he’s added FBI consultation to his already busy docket.
Ian loves very few things more than ruining plans and challenging expectations.
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It’s back again.
Charlie had gotten so good at ignoring it by now that he’d thought it gone for good. Or maybe had never even existed. Spending puberty in a university doesn’t exactly lend itself to normal personal development, after all, and it’s not like his usual social circle…
He swallows and forces the thought away.
But no effort in the world will force away the damn… sensation.
The man—Edgerton, Don had called him?—folds his sunglasses after pulling them off like a character from a crime show cold open, and Charlie’s stomach does an uncomfortable somersault. A familiar somersault.
for those of you losing your minds looking for the full photo; i just went through like. eight days. of the crew chat in the mechscord to find it. photo credits to @wickedacephotos!!!
