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paranormal-taters

I am going to [remembers that jokes about suicide are detrimental to myself and others] Scarborough Fair.

citadelofthestars

oh cool can u get me parsley sage rosemary and thyme while ur there please?

paranormal-taters

Absolutely I can

pwlanier

A pair of patinated copper and opal glass "Pigeon" lamps by François-Xavier Lalanne, stamped, numbered and monogrammed - model designed in 1991

Artcurial

chongoblog

ITS APRIL 13 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

FETCH ME NEIL

chongoblog

HAPPY BIG TWENTY NEIL

sodaclown

Twisted Metal series spoiler, ig

whovienne

ampersand-amplified

ouch ouch ouch ouch guys stop hitting mee

crabussy

this terrible distant blurry shot of two pigeons is one of my favourite photos out of any pic I’ve ever taken I think

lazer-t

Pigeon wings

lazer-t

Just wanted to show the articulation for this model in motion.

These work by blending between 2 saved poses (spread and folded), with corrective shapekeys to fix up a lot of the polygon jank and imperfect weights. Not perfect, but I'm happy with it as a first serious attempt at rigged stylized wings.

Plus a wireframe view:

prudencepaccard

these tags are so incredible

megalunalexi-aesthetic

Blending gender....

Blending gender.....

Blending gender......

I'm just gonna leave this for a while

Gender blended

predatory-lesbians

genderblent pride flag

l0ve-sicc

warbyfromtechsupport

why do the newer good shows get cancelled so soon

salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds

Actual roman epitaph for a dog

disgruntled-foreign-patriarch

humans are the same

mornington-the-crescent

bedlamsbard

I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

And here’s my translation:

Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years). For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck. I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human. Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself! You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps. You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you. Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...

tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved. (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

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ospreyonthemoon

It's the fact she's joined to them in death, it's the fact that she sat in her owner's arms and ate their food. That he held the cups down for her to drink from....

Hundreds of years and we still know she was loved. We still know how she liked to sleep. All these years!! Loving dogs is the same!!!!