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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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DEAR READER
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Mike Driver
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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shark vs the universe
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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@dollbrarian
About this doll:
Hello, this one is rose, a doll that just likes a good story. It loves to read, and will write some, but hasn’t written much. Mostly, this one’s creative energy is released via music, which it very much enjoys learning and making. It will add more to this when it can, but please find links and tags below.
#doll noises! -for this one’s writing and musings
#music box doll -for the music it makes
Pride Bird brings love!
Happy pride month to everyone here, and specially all the other dolls, alterhumans and non humans here. This one hopes we can all have the love, care and support we deserve, no matter how we may identify.
Lots of love and awawa~
Daily angel fact #19
More often than not, angels do not fear the dark. They are, however, healthily wary of it, since when a shadow can be of any shape, the body casting it could be of any kind as well, with the strokes painting the artist. While a halo usually casts soft shadows on its own, half-illuminated even out of direct line of sight, wings can bloom with glowing eyes, either when threatened or when the angel demands them to.
Scrutinized by those leaves no room for shadows, vaporizing them from every nook and cranny, with the world becoming the angel's operating field to excise evil from.
Most importantly and entirely unrelated to that, angels do not fear shadows and shapes and faces in the dark since they know that the most vile and disgusting evil walks in the midday sun and wears attractive, perfect human faces.
The majority of angels prefer not having a face of their own at all. In part because they do not remember how the vessel used to look like before they arrived, in part because seeing something clumsily wear a mask of humanity makes their automated systems rush into combat mode.
Even without a face, very many angels possess a pronounced distaste for mirrors, since the reflection will inescapably be too dim or blinding, too humanoid or too alien, a coil of divinity writhing in a skin too tight for it, coming apart at the seams and spilling liquid gold.
Whatever the mirror shows makes it avert all of its eyes in shame and disgust, because it is never the right thing to be shown. Not what should be seen. Mortal eyes, however, are deceived infinitely easier, seeing only the basest of the physical forms and not the otherworldly entity overfilling the husk.
An absolutely lovely anonymous witch made this one a wonderful piece of art showing its transformation into a doll!! It's so so delighted with all the details! The way the key flies in and winds, the way the hair colour changes, the eye changes, the joints and doll stand, the rose that became its name! awawawa
This one loves everything about this lovely sequence and is so very thankful to the artist!!!
waow..
**on a loss of humanity**
The ticking of its soul, the movements of its gears. Tick, tock, tick, tock. Another minute has passed. Tick, tock, tick, tock, a task to complete.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The sound of a ticking clock.
Slowly, it begins to break. A tiny crack at first, but it quickly spreads. Tick, tock, another ~~minute, hour, day, year~~ has passed. Tick tock, the cracks have spread.
Tick tock
It's broken
How could this have happened?
It cries out, ~~blood~~ the oil that had once kept it going slowly pooling
It lays there for a bit.
And then it stands back up
And the cycle begins anew
Tick tock goes the clock
Another task, another job. Another to care for. Don't wander. Focus. More.
It's slower now, but it keeps going. As it should.
In space no one can hear you awawawa
dolls vary from human sized to fitting in the palm of your hand,
and many posts never clarify which,
and i think it is often much funnier to imagen one as tall as a lamp or plushie or tinier like an action figure getting out a stool and trying to do the thing described with its small body to the best of it's abilities.
parirobo - Mushrooms 🍄
artist's twitter
edits based on my interpretation of the meanings of the colours of the rainbow flag
a doll does not say 'I,' 'Me,' Mine,' 'Myself,' rather it says 'This one,' 'It,' 'Its,' 'Itself,' and on occasion other pronouns, but always third-person.
for a doll is possessed, it does not possess; it is an object, something that is owned, cared for, admired, played with, used, or so on--it does not do the owning or using, except in the case of other tools as needed to fulfill its own use.
and that is why: because saying I or Me implies a certain self-possession, an ability and willingness to refer to oneself and make statements of oneself that are not necessarily its to make. rather, it can only ever refer to the property of someone else, even that property being the doll itself.
when you next use whatever pronouns and personage you use for yourself, stop and think: who owns the words you use? and who owns what they refer to? is it you?
is there, in fact, something there to own anything?
i refitted my doll with a non-articulating faceplate and now when it wants to bite me it just presses its face into my side and makes these stupid muffled whines
i think more robots should be disabled actually. robots whose bodies keep falling apart and need much more consistent repairs. robots whose bodily upkeep is hard and laborious and exhausting. robots who physically cant do things without help from another individual. robots who are imperfect and dont fit the bill of a flawless machine. i want more of this waiter please bring me more disabled robots
Ok, so, a realistically depicted robot, in my opinion, would HAVE to be disabled. Anyone with any robotic/mechanical parts could tell you that.
So, backing up, many people say that they suddenly "feel their age" around 30 because their body, if they keep using it like they're 20, will stop healing faster than they can hurt it. Many chronically ill folks deal with this slowed recovery starting at a much earlier age, and more dramatically. When we die of 'old age' that's in large part due to your healing factor being slowed down so much, the act of being alive wears you down faster than your body can heal.
Robots can not heal.
Sure, they can have parts replaced, but all mechanical parts are installed with an expected number of uses and hours of operation, not even accounting for any traumatic damage.
These legs are rated for three years of use, or 20,000 miles of walking. I'm one year and 3,000 miles over, and can no longer hit my top speed, and tend to veer left if I'm not careful.
These eyes were supposed to be good for 5 years, but the bright lights of the desert and the frequent sand storm mean that after two years in, some of the sensors are burnt out, and the lenses are scratched and difficult to replace, and the same thing is just going to happen to the next pair, so is it really worth it?
My oil tank is cracked, and until I get a new one, I need to drink a new bottle every morning instead of every two months, and I can't bend over forward without spilling some.
This heart has 3 million beats in it. At 60 bpm, that will last me over 11 years. At 120 bpm, it won't last six, until I need a new one.
My CPU was made to last for 5 years with average use. At 3 years, I can think at 65% of the speed I started with. How slow do I have to be before it's worth it to replace that? Every robot is built dying in a way that a healthy able bodied person cannot fully understand. The idea that every part of your body is ticking down, that taking a rest day only delays the inevitable, that once something is broken, it stays that way until you can get it fixed.
Sure, some cars are brand new, owned by someone with a garage and nearly infinite money to pour into upkeep. Some of them are old beaters that are just trying their best to get their 20-something owners to class and back, desperately hoping that it can hold its timing belt together until they can afford to replace it, but please drive slow until then?
Do you think that old beater car might also be worried about the day it becomes cheaper to replace than maintain? That "being bale to afford it" might refer to a new car, not a new belt?
Who among us know the fear that me might be easier to replace than to maintain?
Oh, that one is clockwork? Cute!! Im haunted; yes, a haunted doll, how original.
A spirit? No, no, im not damned or possessed.
I can just perfectly remember highschool.
Dollgirl in washing machine
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