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I read an anecdote from someone whose African Grey didn’t particularly get along with her Amazon parrot, Paco. One night she was preparing cornish hens for dinner, while the grey hung out with her in the kitchen. He got a closer look at one of the hens, looked his mama dead in the eyes and asked, “Paco?” Then he laughed.

that is one sadistic bird 

I am slightly afraid now.

I love birds?

African Grey Parrots are one of the smartest birds, and seems they can be known to play “jokes” or “pranks” on their owners or any visitors.

I was visiting a friend of the family one time and I was just casually watching tv when I thought I heard the water running. I go into the kitchen but everything’s fine. the parrot looks at me and says “gotcha”.

Parrots are awesome.

I have an African Grey named Loki and he lives up to his name.

He likes to scream and mimic the sounds of things falling off the shelf and when we run into the room to see what’s happening he says “The cat did it! Bad Sammy!” and laughs.

Whenever he gets mad at me he flies away from me, but since he can’t fly very well, he always crash lands. And the first thing he says when I go to pick him up, without fail, is always “You need to vacuum,” in a very bitter grumble. 

Loki likes to call our cat to him. He’ll sit there for minutes saying “here kitty kitty kitty.” The cat will come, walk up to the bird, get bit and then Loki will laugh as the cat screams and runs away. This goes on for hours. 

If it’s late at night and he’s tired, but I’m still up with the lights on, he’ll say “Loki go night night.” It’s starts of in a normal tone and then gets louder and louder until he’s screaming “LOKI GO NIGHT NIGHT!” 

If he sees my dad fall asleep, he screams like a little girl to scare my dad awake. And then laughs. He’s kind of perfected that evil laugh.

But the best one was when I brought home the man who has since become my ex for the first time, Loki looked him dead in the eyes and said “I’m going to bite you.” My parrot was the first one to see what a bad person my ex. He was smarter than us all. 

Parrots are people.

@oneshortdamnfuse

African Greys are like the greatest animal on the planet

When I was a kid, we had a rescued african grey called Dodi, and once I was arguing with my mum about my bed time, and the parrot (who had some very foul mouthed previous owners) just shouted at me “for fuck sake go to bed!”

also whenever we hoovered he’d call us “yoooou dusty cunts”

best thing was he had a scottish accent

Sith Poe Stuff

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poplitealqueen:

*When his mom said “Stay away from that old Massassi Base, there’s something off about it.” He should have probably listened
*He did not.
*In his defense, it was *right* there and multiple hanger bays were still intact that were just asking to be explored. How was he supposed to know there was a karking Sith Temple underneath it??
*Naga Sadow is a surprisely chill guy (I’m sorry, Freedon Nadd who? Don’t know him), for an ancient half-Sith that’s been in a suspended animation for thousands of years. Turns out he has to be though, since all his mastery of Sith alchemy turned out to be useless when his Massassi slaves abandoned him to the ruins of his temple and all the muscles in his body atrophied due to improper care. Of course he’s gonna be chill to the kid that wakes him up. Who else is gonna get him OUT OF HERE.
*Poe does not take him out.
*Sadow eventually comes to the conclusion that he might die here. Time to train an apprentice.
*Poe is a terrifyingly good Sith. He’s even more terrifyingly good at *hiding* it. Natural shielding ability to die for. Even when Leia Organa and Luke Skywalker themselves visit, they never notice it.
*Ben Solo does, though, when Luke brings his apprentice by. It’s subtle, but he knows. Poe can tell. He almost decides to kill Solo over it, until he reaches out in the Force and sees that there’s darkness in him, too. A little smudge of it. So Poe goes *shrug* might as well just leave it.
*Ben ends up following him back to Naga Sadow. Promptly demands to know what’s going on, Naga says the impolite Sith equivalent of ‘fuck you’, and Ben kills him.
*This was the first moment Poe Dameron realized that Ben Solo was an asshole.
*They both come to the mutual understanding that Luke and Leia don’t need to know about this. They part ways, and some years later Poe hears about how Ben slaughtered all the students at Luke Skywalker’s School for Gifted Youngsters. He isn’t surprised.
*After Naga’s death, Poe is at a loss. He’s technically a Sith Lord now by default? What’s he supposed to do? Take over the galaxy? Go see if there are some more Sith in other temples around?
*He decides, fuck it. Might as well join the Resistance. He thinks Leia is cool anyway. His parents did it, why not him?
*But there is the problem of his lightsaber. He doesn’t want to leave it, but he can’t have it on his belt. So he gets a little droid that’ll carry it for him. BB-8 is the best companion a Sith Lord could ever ask for.
*That awkward moment when he’s caught by the First Order and has to awkwardly act like he couldn’t kill them all with a thought. Ben shows up, and he’s Kylo the Wannabee Not-Sith now. Attempts to pry stuff out of Poe’s mind. Poe almost dies laughing because he *sucks at it*. It’s like someone trying to dig through a duracrete wall with a rubber shovel.
*Kylo finally gives up, goes off to stew. Makes sure to put a Force dampener on Poe so he won’t escape, Poe is like ‘Well great’ when a RESCUER shows up. And Poe didn’t even have to Mind Trick him!
*And oh kark, his rescuer is cute.
*He’s **really** cute.
*Shit, Poe has a crush. Shit. Shit! Are Sith Lords supposed to have crushes? Oh eff.

Ok but give a droid a lightsaber and they figure out how to use it 😂 Artoo would be proud

boilingheart:

Okay, please imagine the Nightborne getting really into Horde culture.

Nightborne embracing Blood Elf customs, their attire and speech patterns. They get overly emotional looking at Silvermoon once they learn the stories.

Nightborne learning eagerly from the Tauren, how they hunt and make leather goods and such. Nightborne being absolutely fascinated by kodos and wanting ten of them

Nightborne getting excited to learn Orcish, despite how awkward the rough syllables sound in their accents. They love the spiky aesthetics, love the hairdos, and just how gruff the orcs are.

Nightborne going traveling with Pandaren, exploring and learning their culture and ideals. They get auper excited to eat their food too and want to learn to cook a mean meal like that.

Nightborne and Trolls getting along really well, surprisingly. They admire their tenacity, and end up adopting a lot of trollish jewelry. Raptors are their favorites too.

Imagine them dressing up in some of the races’ traditional clothes, them reading up on the history they’ve missed, them opening up shops for the other members and sharing their stories and knowledge as well. Nightborne getting hyped for the holidays they’ve never heard of, or going out to this “Darkmoon Faire” the commoners speak of. I want this so bad, I can’t stop thinking about it, please imagine it with me

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writing-prompt-s:

Society has advanced to the point where we can scan a person and assign a number that determines how likely they are to commit a crime. Then one day, a serial killer is arrested with the lowest crime value ever observed. 0.

I did it because they took Morowa. It would probably have been more poetic, more beautiful, if we were twins, sharing a womb as well as a mother, but that wouldn’t be true.

In these, my last moments, I want to tell the truth.

They took Morowa when she was fifteen and I was seven, grabbed her from our front yard and read her her rights that don’t mean shit when you’re a Cisco 24 on a scale of 30.

Crime scores, C-scores, Ciscos, you’ve all gotten lazy over the years with your fear, bogging it down with slang and abbreviations to mask that it’s a stupid, random number you give to unlucky, random people.

It’s the same number of syllables, I don’t understand why you can’t just say it. Jesus. What’s going to happen if you do? You’ll combust? You’ll choke on the words? You’ll realize that the concept is stupid, that it doesn’t mean shit, that you can’t rate people with DNA markers and family histories and expect that they’ll do what you want?

God fucking damn, perish the fucking thought.

So I did it because you’re scum. Because you think you’re special. Because you think you know.

The first one was in Bishop. Some cop who wore his Cisco around his neck like an award, who turned his nose up at anyone higher than ten, who imagined he had the right to choose who to protect and serve. It was easy to gain his trust, to get him to come with me, to lure him into the gully where I slit his throat.

All of it was so, so easy with a government ID with a big fat Crime Score: 0 on it. The woman in Little Rock practically lit herself on fire, she was so vulnerable. The teacher in Phoenix literally put the garrote around his own neck.

Literally.  Put the garrote around his neck. Like it was some precious metal a Cisco 0 gave him. Like a prize.

One

            Little

                         Number

and these sheep bared their throats, exposed their bellies, handed me their lives. And I took them because why not? Don’t I deserve to do what I want? I’m a Zero, after all, aren’t I special?

Morowa would never have done what I’ve done. She was a scientist. An explorer. A wonder.

Morowa would never have. And because of you asshats, she’ll never get the chance to prove it.

So, instead of a scientist and an explorer and a god-given wonder, you get her photo-perfect negative. I was supposed to be so good, so pure and look at me fucking now. My hands are so red, my smile so wide, my teeth so sharp. They found the bones in the closet, still with chunks of flesh hanging off of them, still with that stupid fucking necklace the cop from Bishop wore.

Crime Score: 0. Cisco 0. Next time you meet one, next time you see someone who they tell you is safe, you’ll think of me.

That’s why I did it. So you’ll think of me. You’ll think of my Cisco Zero.

And you’ll be afraid.

Face of Ancient Queen Revealed for First Time

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Some 1,200 years ago, a wealthy noblewoman, at least 60 years old, was laid to rest in Peru—richly provisioned for eternity with jewelry, flasks, and weaving tools made of gold.

Now, more than five years after her tomb was found untouched outside of the coastal town of Huarmey, scientists have reconstructed what she may have looked like.

“When I first saw the reconstruction, I saw some of my indigenous friends from Huarmey in this face,” says National Geographic grantee Miłosz Giersz, the archaeologist who co-discovered the noblewoman’s tomb. “Her genes are still in the place.”

In 2012, Giersz and Peruvian archaeologist Roberto Pimentel Nita discovered the tomb El Castillo de Huarmey. The hillside site was once a large temple complex for the Wari culture, which dominated the region centuries before the more famous Inca. Read more.