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  • uwuloo:

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    TV Head critter design I made :O very proud of this one. They have sold to a loving home!

    • 15 hours ago
    • 347 notes
    • #op art
  • labelleizzy:
“siawrites:
“ shadows-ember:
“ thebaconsandwichofregret:
“ weepingdildo:
“ Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th
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No guys you don’t understand.
The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the...

    labelleizzy:

    siawrites:

    shadows-ember:

    thebaconsandwichofregret:

    weepingdildo:

    Send me to Mars with party supplies before next august 5th

    No guys you don’t understand.

    The soil testing equipment on Curiosity makes a buzzing noise and the pitch of the noise changes depending on what part of an experiment Curiosity is performing, this is the way Curiosity sings to itself.

    So some of the finest minds currently alive decided to take incredibly expensive important scientific equipment and mess with it until they worked out how to move in just the right way to sing Happy Birthday, then someone made a cake on Curiosity’s birthday and took it into Mission control so that a room full of brilliant scientists and engineers could throw a birthday party for a non-autonomous robot 225 million kilometres away and listen to it sing the first ever song sung on Mars*, which was Happy Birthday.

    This isn’t a sad story, this a happy story about the ridiculousness of humans and the way we love things. We built a little robot and called it Curiosity and flung it into the star to go and explore places we can’t get to because it’s name is in our nature and then just because we could, we taught it how to sing.

    That’s not sad, that’s awesome.

    *this is different from the first song ever played on mars (Reach For The Stars by Will.I.Am) which happened the year before, singing is different from playing

    This is humanity

    Happy Birthday, Curiousity.

    Happy birthday, Curiosity.

    (via arquiving)

    • 16 hours ago
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    • #curiosity
    • #story time
  • cryptiddies:

    faggot-friday:

    faggot-friday:

    faggot-friday:

    faggot-friday:

    YES I’M GAY:

    faGgot

    dykAe (the a is silent)

    trannY

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    i may be stupid

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    you shut your whore mouth

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    i won’t hesitate bitch

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    (via skylarrikin)

    • 1 day ago
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  • bevebevo:

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    some more character sketches

    • 1 day ago
    • 376 notes
    • #op art
  • moldspace:

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    finally got around to photographing this experimental guy! I went through many different glaze tests trying to figure out if I could get a gradient effect out of my celadons and finally got it to work on him. im so happy with how he turned out and will definitely be playing with this glaze technique more in the future!!

    • 2 days ago
    • 4963 notes
    • #a friend :)
  • frankbelloriley:

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    Sooo hilarious but I can completely see this being a real conversation between streaming execs 😏

    (original vid: Asif Ali - instagram - https://tinyurl.com/2p8jpkzz)

    “they even put an Indian guy in WandaVision”

    hang on a second, I gotta look up something

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    yeah, this is really funny

    • 2 days ago
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  • somerandomdudelmao:

    lordnochybaty:

    alexanderrm:

    mentalisttraceur-long:

    roachpatrol:

    sapphicaquarius:

    tsfennec:

    roachpatrol:

    prokopetz:

    I’ve seen a lot of videos going around of urban-dwelling critters coming to humans for help with various problems, ranging from boxes stuck on their heads to young trapped down a storm drain, and it’s gotten me to thinking:

    On the one hand, it’s kind of fascinating that they know to do that.

    On the other hand, setting any questions of how this sort of behaviour must have arisen aside for the nonce, does it ever strike you how weird it is that we’ve got a whole collection of prey species whose basic problem-solving script ends with the step “if all else fails, go bother one of the local apex predators and maybe they’ll fix the problem for no reason”?

    well, come to think of it, we’re at the top of the food chain but we almost exclusively hunt and kill prey out in the country. 

    raccoons and possums and foxes and crows all succeed in an urban environment because they’re opportunistic and observant. and almost none of them would have observed us pounce on one of their species and then start eating it, you know? a lot of them would have observed that we scream and chase them out of wherever we don’t want them to be, but other animals are territorial too. but there’s a number of situations where humans feed whoever’s bold enough to take them up on the offer, and we do tend to pull garbage off of other animals as soon as they slow down enough for us to catch. ‘a human got me but nothing bad happened’ is a much more frequent thing than ‘a human got me and tried to eat me’.  

    anyway like, we’re masters of our environment, we make weird shit happen all the time, we have lots of great food and sometimes we share, and we almost never eat someone. it makes sense for urban animals, over the last century or so, to just keep an eye out for opportunities to use us, and to pass the habit on to their kids. 

    It really is a weird, funny thing. Like yeah, technically they’re predators, and they get pretty screamy, especially if you try to take any of their stuff… but given the chance it seems like they’d rather help us out and sometimes they’ll just randomly give you food, so???

    I mean, I guess in fairytales and myths we’ve got our fair share of stories about dangerous people/creatures who might well kill you or otherwise ruin your life, but to whom people nonetheless turn for help in desperate circumstances. So it’s not like the perspective is exactly a foreign thing to our own mindset, really… It’s just that, y’know, we can’t actually go make a deal with the faeries when there’s something we can’t figure out.

    (Which brings me to an interesting thought about the ubiquitous rule about never eating the faery food lest you find yourself forever unsatisfied with anything in the human world - and the potential parallels to the dangers of feeding wildlife human food lest they become addicted and too tame and dependent to be safe for either themselves or us. Hmm.)

    Okay, but that last bit with the Fae…makes almost perfect sense.

    Of the stories I’ve read, the food of the Fae, its origins and effects, are often strange and/or obscure.- Just like our food to most animals.

    The Fae are strange beings that seem to know weird things that give them power or an edge over us.- Just like us to animals.

    The Fae work and live by strange rules also often nonsensical or obscure to us.- Just like us to animals.

    The Fae can easily obtain vast amounts of things we consider rare/precious/desireable, and have no problem with dishing it out wantonly for no other reason than amusement.- Just like us to animals.

    The Fae sometimes are amused by having us around, but only on their terms and IF it amuses/intrigues them.- Just like us to animals.

    GUYS, I SENSE A PATTERN….

    -they have arcane social conventions and the punishment for not paying the correct respects right is banishment, if you’re lucky, and death if you’re not.

    -they have wild and unexpected parties where you’d least expect to find them, but if you’re bold enough to entertain them they’ll feed you and caress you and play with you all night.

    -time runs strangely in their realm. their homes are summerlands: warm and bright, no matter the season. there is always fruit on their tables. but not everyone who comes in from the cold is let back out again.  

    -their games are cruel and complex and unfair, but if you can beat them by their own rules you will access riches beyond imagining.

    -sometimes they just fucking fuck with you, the fuckheads.

    -they will absolutely steal your children away. when your children return— if they ever do— they will come back strange. they will have magic earrings or necklaces or bracelets. they will know things they shouldn’t. they won’t know things that they should. your strange children might survive, might even prosper, might take wives and husbands and have children of their own. but they will always be marked by their time away from your world.

    -the price for pissing them off is always death. sometimes just you. sometimes your whole community. 

    -if you are very good, and very smart, and very brave, they will grant your wish.

    This actually provides a good explanation for why you have such inconsistency about whether their wish granting is benign or perversely twisted. They can’t fully understand you or your attempts to communicate either. They grant wishes the way you would grant a squirrel’s wishes: with lots of guesswork, assumptions, and projection.

    And like that trope where they grant a wish perversely and then get mad at you or punish you for being ungrateful? Looks a lot less like utterly asinine unreceptivity to criticism and a lot more like how you might react if you try to help a wild animal and it bites or claws you.

    @zamboni-whisperer

    They often ask you what your name is and even then THEY GIVE YOU ONE.

    HOLY SHIT

    (via erdsthenerds)

    • 2 days ago
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    • #holy molly
    • #insp
    • #fae folk
  • favorite-lie:
“idk who is this i just created this creature but i already love it
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    favorite-lie:

    idk who is this i just created this creature but i already love it

    • 2 days ago
    • 1066 notes
    • #op art
  • cabbagegunk:

    cabbagegunk:

    cabbagegunk:

    im literally obsessed with my roommates family. they have this tiny ass puppy and you’re never gonna fucking guess what this thing is called

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    beefcake craig

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    delightful news everypony

    (via erdsthenerds)

    • 2 days ago
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    • #animals
    • #doggos
  • horseimagebarn:

    onebi1:

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    horse whose hooves are stuck individually in different colored buckets the horse seems a bit surprised but unbothered the sign of a well mannered yet perhaps empty minded horse or perhaps this is all a goof of the horses own design

    I work at an equine hospital and for non horse people, there’s ice in those buckets for the horse’s feet. This is a common thing to do after a horse eats too much food, as ingesting high amounts of sugar causes inflammation in the hoof. So this horse is not just content in his buckets, he’s likely just enjoyed the greatest meal of his life.

    it got lost in the sauce so hard that it had to put its feet in the sauce shoutout to a homie and a legend

    (via skylarrikin)

    • 2 days ago
    • 12743 notes
    • #horses
    • #animals
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