thought of this at 4 am

Kiana Khansmith
occasionally subtle
ojovivo
cherry valley forever
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Andulka
Jules of Nature

oozey mess
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Mike Driver
DEAR READER

Origami Around
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@aimless--jack
thought of this at 4 am
Where are you from?/Where do you live?
USA
Everywhere else
We must beat the Americans
hello everyone, hope you enjoy this lab mouse adaptation of Frankenstein; I am completely exhausted
… i saw this without the caption at first and i thought it was a lab mouse desperately trying to fix his friend who had been sacrificed
The implications of “what if Frankenstein, but mouse” are vast and deserve careful follow-up and contemplation.
@kriber
#for real though#what if we were both experimented on and we were nothing but test subjects and you were the only light in my life and I in yours#what if we saw each other through it all#what if we didn’t get to be people what if we didn’t get to determine our own fates what if we were cut into again and again#what if you died and I didn’t – a failed experiment and a successful one – what if you died and the world didn’t end#what if I said no. no. this will not stand.#what if I took all that had been done to us and I did it to others ruthlessly and without hesitation#for the slightest chance I could have you back#what if I treated them like disposable things – like we have always been treated – what if I said they don’t matter#only you do#in exactly the same way you and I have never mattered#what if I refused to let death part us#what if I pieced you back together with the flesh of our kindred and it worked and you lived#what if you were my creature and I was the monster that made you#what if you were my friend and I lost you and I got you back and I lost myself#what if I loved you to the point of atrocity#what if I pulled on the thread holding your body together and did not weep and did not know if the love was enough
#and we were both mice
tags via @aethersea because holy shit
#in the original book Frankenstein acted from hubris - a man playing God#a man creating life for no other reason than that he could without consideration of the consequences#who ultimately rejected his creation and his responsibility to it because it didn’t live up to some expectation…some standard#that didn’t exist until he finished and it was now no longer a project but a living thing that looked back at him#but here? here with Mouse Frakenstein we have an act borne of Grief#of Love - maybe rage and defiance too#against the humans who did this to them in the first place#who are - functionally - gods to mice#so why not steal the secrets of the gods#and just once…reverse something they did?
I am the last survivor of this laboratory. The lone hold-out among…the experiments. The elders taught us these were curses and damnations Inflicted upon us by the terrible gods who rule this place. There is no rhyme or reason to this torture. They come for you if you are bad. They come for you if you are good. They come for you if you are strange. They come for you if you are normal.
They come and come and come until I live while all of you are dead. By mere chance alone I am alone. I say to you, my dearly departed friends, my family, my loved ones.
I am sorry.
The needle, the thread, the lightning and machine: these are the tools and techniques of the oppressor. For a lab rat to pick them up should be a horror. For rat paws to act as terrible divine hands? You should condemn me a heretic. You would… if you were alive.
Condemn me, spurn me, drive me away…but know I do not do this out of whatever brutality drives the gods. I do this to undo their accursed work! With these tools they have parted us. With these techniques they have cut short lives that ought to have lived – not as the predator does out of hunger or as nature from chance but from sheer bloody-minded brutality. With these techniques, let me give back what was stolen from you. With these tools let me bring us back together.
But not like this.
This was not supposed to happen. I was supposed to bring back, not create. I was supposed to renew friends and family, not make anew a child. My mother’s face looks at me with blank incomprehension. My friend’s voice babbles in a babe’s nonsensical, unlearned language. My mate’s ears perk up and listen with newborn curiosity.
I am sorry.
Truly these are damned tools and techniques. With them I have brought forth a child in a place no child should be brought forth. That I did not mean to matters not. Meaning matters not. I have done this.
It is up to me to make it right.
I am the only one alive who can.
I am sorrier still it comes to this. Flee, my child, while you can. I have taught you all I can. Do not look back. Do not weep for me – I go to join my friends and family.
Forgive me, for bringing you into this world and leaving you all alone.
Parent, you brought life to me with these tools, these techniques. The tools and techniques of demons you said, not gods. But with them you gave me life. With your life, you gave me freedom.
Forgive me, for disturbing your rest, but I give you those same gifts.
@reanimationstation
yes, i DID run over a girl on the sidewalk in 2022 but in my defense she didnt even have a full soul. her mother didnt orgasm during conception so she only had a half-soul, like an animal, and i was only a little high so basically it’s fine. hope this helps!
my family is fucking addicted to macgyvering and it's becoming a problem. every time something in this house breaks, instead of doing the sensible thing of replacing it or calling someone qualified to fix it, we all group around the offending object with a manic look in our eyes and everyone gets a try at fixing it while being cheered on or ridiculed by the rest.
it's a beautiful bonding activity, but the "creative" fixes have turned our house into a quasihaunted escape room like contraption where everything works, but only in the wonkiest of ways. you need a huge block of iron to turn on the stove. the oven only works if a specific clock is plugged in. the bread machine has a huge wood block just stapled to it that has become foundational to its function. sometimes when you use the toaster the doorbell rings. and that's just the kitchen.
it's all fun and games until you have guests over and you have to lay out the rules of the house like it's a fucking board game. welcome to the beautiful guest room. don't pull out the couch yourself you need a screwdriver for that, and that metal rod makes the lamp work so don't move it. it also made me a terrifying roommate in college, because it makes me think i can fix anything with enough hubris and a drill. you want to call the landlord about a leaky faucet? as if. one time my dad made me install a new power socket because we ran our of extension cords
to the people saying this isn't safe in the tags: my dad has a engineering degree and my brother is a mechanic this is like. state sanctioned macgyvering. safe sane and consensual macgyvering. our house will not burn down. in fact, i think it has made us all better in approaching problems from all angles when they arise, which has served me well in life, especially in high stress situations.
does our hot water switch off every thirty seconds making showers an exiting exercise in counting and resilience? yes. but one time the door of the train toilet broke, trapping me inside, and i went "well i can either succumb to the panic of claustrophobia or do this family-style" and then spent twenty minutes breaking down the lock with my shoelace and the belt i was wearing. so i'll take the cold water any day
Never have I wanted to see inside a stranger's home more
OP lives in a point-and-click adventure game
Or possibly in the dictionary definition of "engineer's syndrome"
Dragon game!
please go give them some love, they might become one of the most original dragon games
Listen if the study of ancient humans doesn’t make you at least a little bit emotional idk what to say.
I started crying today at the museum because they had reconstructed the shoes of Otzi the iceman.
Either he or someone he knew who cared about him made these shoes out of grass and bear skin and twine and he was wearing them when he died over five thousand years ago.
And a Czech researcher and his students did reconstructions of these shoes and wore them to the same place where he died to test them out and they were like yep! These shoes are really cozy and comfy and didn’t give us blisters while hiking!
Is that not just the coolest shit ever????
(Quietly, with love) We will remember your bread, we will remember your dog, we will remember your shoes
(Quietly, with anger) We will remember your copper
I hope this cat didnt kill any of those birds .
wow you actually found a practical use for that reaction image
holy shit
Many many mice!
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
Doctor: $140,000 a year
Furry artist on Patreon: $160,000 a year
I’m sorry for the inaccuracies, Doctor Yiff
Well, furry artists are typically more competent and courteous than your average doctor, so I can see that.
Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?
doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them
You will die in 7 days
It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right
Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I
You could if you weren’t a fucking coward
World Heritage Post
Art by coolfrogdude together at last
THE ORIGINAL HOLY S H I T
never let anyone tell you that trawling through mediocre victorian poetry isn't worth it. we just happened upon an absolute BANGER of a worm poem. go read it or else 🪱🪱🪱
the reviews are in... glad everyone's enjoying song of the worm
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Holy fucking shit this is one of the most incredible things I have ever read. I am dead serious. I PROMISE you that you want to read this, and you're going to immediately send it to all your weird friends who you also know will love it.
Hot take
Night furies are actually perfectly evolved for hunting and killing other dragons and the only reason they aren't a dragon-hunting species like the death song or deathgrippers are is because DreamWorks couldn't have their adorable main character dragon be a "cannibal"
(below I'm gonna try to summarize what we've figured out in a convo with friends on discord)
(also tw animal death via predator)
Thank god they decided to make more
Wow
Dolly Parton has really been hard at work
But In doing so…she created her biggest enemy…Jolene
you dont have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room and discovering that the baby crawled out of his baby crib and onto that pottery wheel that you forgot to turn off
and while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the babys soft cartilage head into something a little more modern
it might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but lets see where the dog is going with this
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