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Also, the Irish continue to double down on really awesome sweets. Lemon/Coconut muffin, alongside chocolate/orange.

And through said madhouse in time to wait for my flight. :)

Also, holy smokes. The preclearance area in Dublin Airport is a madhouse.

rumour has it that if you call a trans girl "good girl~" enough times, she will physically melt into a blushy girl-puddle

academia, irl shitpost 

still trying to decide on the right time in my media and technology class to make the not-exactly-false claim that there is so much overlap between software engineers and furries that the culture of the latter must be studied in order to understand the output of the former

Love Ireland, but super homesick. Work trip can't end soon enough. :(

Okay! At SFO, through security and nomming for a bit, then Ireland here we come!

Work Is Insane 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Petrichor, that fresh aroma you can smell after the rain, is caused by a little molecule called geosmin. The name literally means "earth smell." It's produced by soil bacteria and gives an earthy flavour to beets.

Humans are extremely sensitive to this scent – much, much more sensitive than sharks are to blood. Some think we evolved that way to find fresh drinking water after droughts.

Nightmares, Work 

Super vivid conversations with my grandboss, dealing with airport security, an insane pilot, and crashing and breaking apart above an oil refinery in the middle of a small town on the Baja California coast? (Think I'm worried about my work trip?)

Awkward trans things: Going to a restaurant for dinner and having the staff sing happy birthday to a kid with your deadname at the next table over. XD

@mawr
Soft Plushie,
Warm Plushie,
Little ball of rawr...
Happy Plushie,
Sleepy Plushie,
Mawr! Mawr! Mawr!

See, when wolves awoo, it's cute and majestic.
But when we dragons do it, we're "menacing" and "distressing the townsfolk."

(story) Your party is out adventuring, when 

suddenly you hear a Sending spell in your head. "&" it says. "&&&&&&&"

After you determine that it has the signature magic of a wizard friend you hadn't seen in a while, your party makes the trek to her wizard's tower. You still keep getting periodic "&&&&&" put telepathically into your mind.

She answers the door, surprised to hear what's happening. She then looks in the other room.

To find her cat familiar has fallen asleep on her open spellbook.

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