No title available
@theartofmadeline
Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
EXPECTATIONS
KIROKAZE
d e v o n
YOU ARE THE REASON
Game of Thrones Daily
Kiana Khansmith
NASA
★
Cosmic Funnies
Xuebing Du
blake kathryn
ellievsbear
No title available
No title available
h
seen from India
seen from India
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Vietnam
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Argentina
seen from Argentina
seen from Argentina
seen from Argentina
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@eggshell-spiders
In 1965, excavations in Mezhyrich, Ukraine, revealed the presence of 4 huts, made up of a total of 149 mammoth bones. These dwellings, which are about 15,000 years old, are some of the oldest shelters known to have been constructed by pre-historic man.
Accept that you will never live in something as baller as a Mesolithic Ukrainian Mammoth Bone Hut
You have officially become a witch but you can't choose a cat,snake or owl as your familiar.Which out of these choices do you choose to be a witches familiar?
A species of shark
A breed of dog
A species of crocodile/alligator
A species of bug
A species of whale
A species of bat
A species of wolf
A species of big wild cat(Like a lion or a tiger)
A hyena
Other:(Put it in the tags but remember it can't be a domesticated cat or owl or
Specify in the tags please what species or breed of animal you would choose as a witches familiar if the most obvious were off the table
Let's have fun with this
For example for me it would be a great white shark
Also yes men you can interact with this poll too
fuck it, weirdly specific poll time
i have been to the emergency room twice within the same month
my childhood pet was a rabbit
my favorite piece of clothing that i own is knitwear
i’ve never broken a bone, but i have gotten stitches
i moved homes more than once before the age of 10
i live more than 2,000 miles away from my parents
i have been quoted in a print newspaper
i own multiple plushies of the same animal
two or more of these apply to me
none of these apply to me
strange decanters by etienne meneau
tristan.todd
Random Animal Generator - Perchance
55141.1 silver leaves and ferns (by horticultural art)
they are planning a picnic together
tarot card called "dont worry about it👍" and its someone standing in front of The Tower covered in blood and looking terrible but smiling and giving you a thumbs up
early homo sapiens b like help i cant stop making bowls . help i cant stop domesticating plants and animals. help i cant stop developing language and architecture and religion
ok im obsessed w this tag
once in grade 6 I saw a 'pottery making club' in a ditch on the schoolyard- I assume at some point someone realized there was actually good quality clay in the ditch and when I walked up there were about a dozen 12 year olds sitting around the few girls who had brought their water bottles out to mix the clay, and a designated spot to put the finished bowls and tablets, and people going off and collecting sticks to make designs with and i really think that's the natural state of the human race
In elementary school I learned that you can make paint out of certain sedimentary rocks on the playground if you crushed them and mixed with water and at one point I had up to 25 kindergarten through third graders making cave paintings on the underside of the slides
The nature of man is such that every so often, someone recreates the neolithic era.
Yeah, every recess
[image id:
a tag which says
“#9 year old girls at recess also”
end id]
Whimsical and Mystical Art Prints by StudioRayyan
leather is the halfway point between wood and fabric. and wood is halfway between fabric and metal. fabric is halfway between liquids and metal and liquids are halfway between clouds and fabric. having come back to fabric the best kinds are cotton, linen, and rayon. these are just the laws of nature
i just realized this post is basically the 25 year old version of putting all my toys in a row
the ones that get it get it
Thinking of a version of events where it all miraculously works out in the end, where Vecna and The Upside Down are dead and gone, and no other lives are lost.
But Dustin is struggling.
Because yes, Eddie survived, he’s going to be okay, but none of that changes the fact that Dustin heard his desperate screams as the bats tore at him, that Dustin had to watch as he bled out right in front of him, felt his hand go limp in his, slick with blood.
But it seems like everyone’s fine, riding on a wave of relief, so Dustin figures he should push it all down, seal it off as neatly as The Upside Down had been.
And he tries. He cracks corny jokes to make Max roll her eyes and laugh while she’s getting a cast on her arm, plays off Lucas and Erica against each other until they’re fighting smiles as they rile each other up.
It all feels like stuff he would have done before. But he can’t get rid of the horrible feeling that he’s like a little robot with set phrases, that he’s acting convincingly, but his heart just isn’t in it.
Never change, Dustin Henderson, Eddie had said, but Dustin can’t help it, doesn’t know how to reach the old version of himself. Doesn’t know if he ever can again.
It comes to a head one afternoon, while it’s just him and Eddie in a hospital room. It’s easier to keep up the act in group settings—one-on-one feels too close to a spotlight being on him.
“Hey, you’re pretty quiet,” Eddie says kindly. “You okay?”
And it’s such an innocuous remark; Dustin could easily shrug it off, just say that he’s tired.
But instead his eyes prick with shame that he’s failed, that Eddie’s noticed, and he suddenly can’t stop himself from crying.
“Eddie, I’m—I’m sorry.”
Eddie’s eyes are wide with dismay. “Woah, woah, you’ve got nothing to—”
“Y-you said not to change,” Dustin gets out through sobs, “but I—I don’t know h-how to—”
“Oh no,” Eddie breathes, “no, no, no, just—come here.”
And he pulls Dustin into a hug with surprising strength for someone still lying in a hospital bed.
“I didn’t mean—shh, shh, I’ve got you. You don’t have to—you don’t need to do anything, Dustin, you hear me?”
Eddie kisses the top of Dustin’s head, hugs him tight, because he knows a thing or two about being forced into a crossroads in adolescence, about guilt and trauma, and a kind of loss that goes beyond death.
“You’re loved, you’re so fucking loved, Dustin Henderson,” Eddie whispers. “You’re loved just as you are, okay? Always.”
And Dustin still doesn’t know where to go from here, but maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s enough, for now, to know that Eddie’s here, that he’s holding onto him. Maybe it’s enough to know that there’s a way forward at all.
