Watson looked to my child self like one of the wolves from Twilight (huge, fluffy, majestic) and did not like annoying children and I loved him so much and could not leave him alone and he never bit me. Steve, a serial philanderer, once allowed his shadow to cross over Watson’s face and needed seven stitches.

German shepherds are dogs who make moral choices.

You mean coffins? Those are just their beds, are people really believing that’s their whole enclosure??

actually coffins are primarily for TRANSPORT. some skeletons may enjoy using them as a resting area, but that is highly dependent on the individual and the breed (bog skeletons for instance prefer to sleep under the stars or in mud baths). But most people assume those tiny ass coffins work as a daily unliving space, bc that’s all the mortuary supply store sends them home with, when actually that’s as cruel as keeping a goldfish in the plastic bag it came with. Coffins have no room to roam around in! No room for toys or enrichment, hardly any light, and often a concerning lack of cobwebs (necessary fiber supplement!) and halloween decorations.

Oh and fyi keeping skeletons in closets is not any better! do your research before buying or adopting!!!!!

This is actually incrudbly classist and ablist. Some people simply arent able to give their skeletons an idael environment. Besides my mom let our skleton unlive in a coffin for years and he unlived fo be like 203

excuse you how is it classist to recognize that skeletons are unliving creatures with unique needs, requiring proper care and enrichment??? yes skeleton care requires a lot of time and expense–which means people need to think carefully before making that commitment! I feel so sorry for your family skeletons—keeping a skeleton in box for 203 years qualifies as Inhumane Treatment of Unhumans. next you’ll be telling me you make your boogeyman sleep under the bed.

and look, I get that there are concerns about skeleton overpopulation, and that plenty of skeletons are in need of a good home—emphasis on a good home. but I would prefer to see more skeletons unliving in properly qualified Skeleton Sanctuaries than in individual homes that aren’t equipped to care for them. because the fact is, not everyone is responsible enough to have a skeleton! Owning a skeleton is a privilege not a right!!!

So is keeping my skeleton encased in a mobile flesh suit okay, or… ?

Contrary to popular belief, a mobile flesh suit isn’t actually a housing. It’s the skeleton’s larval stage.

This is a great time to set up your skeleton for a happy and heathy unlife, though! Make sure the larva has plentiful access to good food and fresh water, and provide it with ample room to play and stretch. The ideal diet for your skeleton will be rich in calcium, protein, and B and D vitamins. Healthy larval skeletons require approximately 30-60 minutes of activity per day, although they may enjoy more. Larval skeletons should also not be too overstimulated—while they may try to overextend themselves, it’s important that they get enough sleep!

And finally, be sure you provide appropriate enrichment for your larval skeleton. Unfortunately, some larval skeletons in less than ideal circumstances may take to damaging behaviors that cause poor development of the larval sac, also known as “the brain.” To prevent this, enrichment is necessary. There are a lot of kinds of good enrichment for your skeleton, but many papers and reports suggest some kind of creative hobby is a good option.

the way this is genuinely making me want to take care of myself tho

“People believe misinformation because they inherently distrust the idea of powerful women” vs. “people believe misinformation because they think it sounds cool”

SHUT UP

I agree, amazing! I would like to introduce some other amazing bottle sand art.

Brazilian Folk Art Sand Bottle by Edgar Freitas

These are by Andrew Clemens

yeah ok get it

I’ve seen an Andrew Clemens sand art in person and it is incredible.  What really blew my mind, though, besides the incredible artistry, was the material he used, which was 100% natural, undyed sand that he collected himself. Andy over here would go on field trips to place with pretty sand, haul buckets of it home, and then sort it into the individual colors before he ever even started making art with it.  Mindblowing.

From top-of-frame, a month flutters into the wallet. Confused, the bat looks "up" to see an equally-confused human standing "above" her, holding an open wallet containing a single $100 bill.

Camera rotates to reveal bat has been hanging upside down above a human doing the exact same visual gag and each ruined the other's bit.

Laugh track.

The fae are a little like capitalism. Specifically, they can only work with competition.

With proper competition, capitalism can (can) result in decent outcomes for certain things. Competition means that no one has has any real way to get ahead other than doing better than everyone else. That can lead to innovation and improvement and efficiency.

Of course, if power ends up concentrated in a few, non-competing hands…

*gestures at the world in general*

Things are similar with the fae. Names very important to them, but they aren’t actually what you use for the final binding of a contract. No, sharing your name is how you invite bids for a contract.

In fae society, this works pretty well. You gather bidders, you speak your name, and the bidders compete with each other to create the best deal for you. You’re committed to picking one of them (to encourage more bidders- the system had a tendency to turn into something more like actual capitalism otherwise), but with a robust selection available, that’s not a problem.

What is a problem is if you speak your name in front of one fae.

Then you’re bound to accept an offer from the assembled bidders, but there’s only one. They can do whatever they wish. Fae have a very…particular idea of what ‘fairness’ means. It basically just means ‘that which was agreed upon’. Never mind if the person involved didn’t know any of the rules, and got into an awful situation thereby. Everyone knows those rules, and if someone doesn’t, well, that’s on them.

But what if a human actually read the rules?

Well, what would happen then is that you would negotiate passage to the market quarters of the nearest fae city (a standard and easy negotiation, if you know what you’re doing). You put up a quick advert, buy a few nights stay at an inn (again, standard and nearly risk-free, if you’ve read the rules they never tell you), and then go through with the bidding process.

A proper bidding process for what a human has to offer is really rare, and I got a lot of bidders. Some bidding processes are more directed, but since I was still a little iffy about what was available, I let the bidders come up with their own offers.

The fae, you see, really like the human world. Not as a permanent place to live, of course, but as a vacation…

The fae don’t have doritos, or fajitas, or muscle cars. They only barely have sex. The human world has a lot to offer them. But, in order to truly experience the human world, they need to assume a human identity.

They need a human name.

The name also kept them safe- there’s a lot of rules in human society, too, and my name gave the fae who used it my knowledge of them. The fae actually have more stories about getting legally tripped up by incomprehensible things in the otherworld than we do, since they wander into our world more often than we do into theirs.

In the end, I leased my name for use, Thursday through Monday. Tuesday and Wednesday were my days to wander around as a human (if I so chose). I would get a fae identity to use, and cushy accommodations in the fae realm- I’d probably miss tacos a bit, but I could at least have them on Wednesdays.

Taco Wednesdays- now there’s a concept. Someone should probably let some marketing department or other know about that.

Tuesdays were really more of a burrito day, for me.

But staying in the fae realm wasn’t my payment- I just needed to stay somewhere, since, without my name, I couldn’t properly live in the human world. No, my payment was…

Well, it was like this. None of the bidders had really known what to offer me. They knew very little about humans, and many offered things that were probably rare and expensive for the fae, but not terribly impressive to me.

The winning bid had taken the approach of offering me a lot of stuff that was, to the fae, cheap and unimpressive. Limited flying ability? Sure. Minor healing factor? You bet. Basic illusion spells? Sure, tack that on. Preternatural ability to learn languages? Heck, why not?

A lot of it wasn’t impressive to me, either, but a lot of it was. Mostly it would be really convenient. A significant bonus to my odds of winning games of chance? Gambling, it turned out, was more like a competitive sport than a casual pastime- the really talented pushed their luck as high as it would go, and squared off against each other.

I wasn’t going to have to worry about money, back home. Which was the one thing they didn’t offer- they were still a barter economy, which actually works a lot better when your economy consists mostly of trading services that pretty much anyone can perform. Services such as, say, contract finalization and binding. One of the fae was doing that as a “neutral” party, and was apparently getting a short stint with my name as payment. The winning bidder was going to be subleasing my name a bunch, and profiting thereby. It was a pretty sweet gig for everyone involved.

Best of all for me, I was only leasing my name for three years, but the powers I was getting were permanent. I could live a luxurious life in the human world, or trade my name again for even more nifty abilities, or…

Well. The sky was the limit. Literally, now that I could fly.

When you hear advice, try to really understand it. There is a reason not to give your name to the fae, but once you know that reason, you can play the system a bit. Advice is not absolute, but situational. Good advice is good for a reason, and the reason is the important bit.

“Beware” doesn’t mean “be afraid”. It means “be aware”. And with that awareness, you can do an awful lot, if you’re willing to tread where others will not. The darkness is only dangerous if you can’t see in it.

This is also relevant to work. Obviously use at your own discretion but I have never in my life asked permission for time away, I simply inform the office I am unavailable for (dates) because of a personal/family matter or I have booked time away.

Being a self employed sub contractor, I do the same.

I am unavailable for work on [dates] due to prior commitments/family/training/on holiday