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@alien-rat
more embroidered fish fossils
Fish-shaped interlocking paving stones.
@fishyfishyfishtimes
Absolute perfection
I am both wound and blade, the torturer and the flayed
Wake up babe, new octopus just dropped
He's such a little guy!
Sadly, it's nowhere near that vivid of a blue in real life (not everything needs a filter!!), but it's still VERY cool and cute.
More pics at the Charles Darwin Foundation site (of the preserved specimen, mind)
not an apologizer but a contextualizer. yes the character did that but please understand the Circumstance. yes they had other options but they had to make this choice in a sea of available bad choices. and also it made the narrative more interesting. won't anybody think about the narrative!!!!!
i’m never gonna stop laughing about this. it debuted on tumblr in 2017 and i think of it OFTEN.
absolutely looosssinggg it. i'm so obsessed with movies which portray the woman MC in a highly specific job because the writers clearly think it's like "off-beat" and "quirky" but have no idea how the field works whatsoever.
i decided to try a romcom i somehow missed i the 2000s 'head over heels' and i got 3 and a half minutes in and we're introduced to the lonely MC with bad taste in men as evidenced by her extremely short list of ex boyfriends, including her first boyfriend when she was 11 or something because i guess that's still relevant in her adult life.
so she's resigned herself to never finding love and prefers to ignore men to focus all her energy into her career.
this job is immediately presented as though it's for spinsters with no hope of ever finding a man.
the mc's lesbian bestie (whose first line involves her being scolded for being too sexual in the workplace, but moving on) points out their colleagues as evidence that they're doomed to a romance-less, sexless life if they don't switch up their shared career path. the colleagues are three old women, so-dubbed "the menopause triplets":
these women are presented as if they have no idea what's going on at any given moment. this is 2001, and presumably this is an entry level job requiring low effort and no experience.
then their boss bursts into the room, unceremoniously bumping a large painting into the door jam and walls, announcing that it's a new project for our MC.
our MC is thrilled to see the painting. apparently it's a light in the daily slog at her dreary job for loser women with nothing going on in their lives.
And that job is? Conservator of paintings (specializing in Renaissance) at the New York City Metropolitan Museum of Art.
The painting being handled like an old couch on its way to the curb?
The Bacchanal of the Andrians by Titian.
Her lesbian colleague who is presumably also a a highly trained & skilled curator finds it depressing that the MC is so excited about the painting.
it's a quirk unique to this MC that she cares so much about paintings, in her department at the metropolitan museum of art, where her colleagues find all that art business rather dreary. because we all know that's what conservators in extremely competitive museum positions are like.
I'm not saying there can't be lifelong love in here somewhere but I also just feel like the monogamous heterosexual marriage you're fantasizing about isn't necessarily best represented by the bacchanal. and that's okay. but i do stand by that.
HELPPPP i'm on the phone with @sagaspell and i was like "women in these movies also always have like jobs for phds when they're 21 somehow" and saga said "no it's okay because chick flicks exist in an alternate reality with different age and societal rules, like the omegaverse"
Tracery: A Symphony in Bronze by Timothy Cleary
specific pain stretches, condensed
absolute fuckwaffle / pectoral stretches
basically any stretches where you hold your arms behind your back and puff your chest out, keeping shoulders back and blades together
lace hands behind your head/top of neck, your elbows pointing out to the sides. allow your head to fall back into hands as you open chest and squeeze shoulder blades together
traitor / neck retraction
lay down or lean back on a flat surface and tuck your chin into your neck. hold it there for a bit, relax into usual state, then repeat
drop your head in different directions to relieve tension held there
jackass / drop shoulders
holding your shoulders super tense before letting them go in relaxed pose
more shoulder stretches
and then there's this asshole / superman exercise (yes it's really called that)
lay on your belly with arms fully extended over head and legs straight back; look straight down. contract your glutes (clench your butt) to lift your legs and arms off the the floor towards the ceiling. stop when you feel a flex in your lower back, hold for a second, then return to start.
wiggle out with a brief cat/cow (arch back up, arch back down) to relieve the last of tension if needed
Here’s today’s fairy mouse.
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My collection of rats and mice, some giant, some playing while the cat’s away.
It’s so embarrassing when I’m going through a mental breakdown and then my period shows up.
It feels like the Scooby Doo meme where Fred pulls off the monster’s mask and underneath there’s a rich white man but instead it’s untreated PMDD.
Like ah, yes. Once a month Blood Madness takes hold and suddenly I’m hyperventilating in my closet trying to talk myself down from making a rash and irreversible decision as my brain burns itself to the ground in response to hormonal fluctuations.
By the by, if this is at all relatable to you, that’s not normal. That is potentially a thing called Premenstrual dysphoric disorder. It’s listed in the DSM-5 as a depressive disorder. And your life doesn’t have to be like this.
I’m in a nightmare position where the medications that can help with PMDD make my complex immune disorder issues worse.
But there is treatment for PMDD. It might be hard to access at first because it primarily affects people with a period, but keep fighting until someone takes you seriously and helps you.
Please. Do it for me if you can. It’ll make me feel better talking about this to know it helped other people not suffer.
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My collection of rats and mice, some giant, some playing while the cat’s away.
Golden Touch by Clayshaper
— inspired by Hugues Merle’s Mary Magdalene in the Cave (1868)
Trying to figure out how to draw armour. These are some of my notes I uploaded on patreon. A lot more to come since I really want to figure this one out.
in the house of flies