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Thereās an old legend that a birthmark or defect indicates the spot where you received a fatal wound in your past life. In some cultures, people mark their dead with soot or paste so they can recognize them when they are reborn, which has inspired several researchers to spend their lives documenting hundreds of case studies that allegedly reflect this belief. Source Source 2 Source 3
Put how you died in the tagsĀ
Types of people you meet at art school. Tag urself im coffee
I love Ringling tbqh
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@mommalme83 ya that makes sense š
Which one??
I CANāT DECIDE, HELP
I like the first one better but they're both cute dresses
God.. americans know every food by a brand nameā¦ slim jims.. nutellaā¦ kleenexā¦. thereās normal words for that you know
What else would you call them?? Meat sticks, chocolate peanut butter shit, and soft napkin?? Cause in my opinion the brand names sound a lot more sane š
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@tinynightmarecollection me which my whale socks
A super quick trick for drawing draped fabric that my art teacher taught me in high school.
teeth actually brighter than my future
I bring back some old ones, the space pin and the matchstick pin as iāve been asked for a few times beforeš I will also add this rose pin to the new collection tomorrow which was a custom order i got this year and i like it so muchš¹
A few years ago, when I was living in the housing co-op and looking for a quick cookie recipe, I came across a blog post for something calledĀ āNorwegian Christmas butter squares.ā Iād never found anything like it before: it created rich, buttery and chewy cookies, like a vastly superior version of the holiday sugar cookies Iād eaten growing up. About a year ago I went looking for the recipe again, and failed to find it. The blog had been taken down, and it sent me into momentary panic.Ā
Luckily, I remembered enough to find it on the Wayback Machine, and quickly copied it into a file that Iāve saved ever since. I probably make these cookies about once a month, and they last about five days around my voracious husband - theyāre fantastic with a cup of bitter coffee or tea. Iām skeptical that there is something distinctively Norwegian about these cookies, but they do seem like the perfect thing to eat on a cold day.Ā
Norwegian Christmas Butter Squares
1 cup unsalted butter, softened
1 egg 1 cup sugar 2 cups flour 1 tsp vanilla Ā½ tsp salt Turbinado/ Raw Sugar for dusting
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Chill a 9x13ā³ baking pan in the freezer. Do not grease the pan.
Using a mixer, blend the butter, egg, sugar, and salt together until it is creamy. Ā Add the flour and vanilla and mix using your hands until the mixture holds together in large clumps. If it seems overly soft, add a little extra flour.Ā
Using your hands, press the dough out onto the chilled and ungreased baking sheet until it is even and Ā¼ inch thick. Ā Dust the top of the cookies evenly with raw sugar.
Bake at 400 degrees until the edges turn a golden brown, about 12-15 minutes. Remove from the oven. Let cool for about five minutes before cutting the cooked dough into squares. Remove the squares from the warm pan using a spatula.
God.. americans know every food by a brand nameā¦ slim jims.. nutellaā¦ kleenexā¦. thereās normal words for that you know
What else would you call them?? Meat sticks, chocolate peanut butter shit, and soft napkin?? Cause in my opinion the brand names sound a lot more sane š
thereās a guy in one of my classes who i am secretly battling for dominance over by wearing awful hipster outfits. i dont know if he is thinking the same thing but regardless i am intent on winning
i thought i won today when i walked into class wearing my awful pop art t-shirt of 1995 figure skating champions, mom jeans, and 1980 moscow olympics-theme denim jacket but then he had to walk in wearing a donald duck jacket with matching donald duck socks like what a fucking power move
Does anybody else get this thing where they have a new idea for a story except that its not really a whole idea? Just like, a picture or a scene from a movie unfolding in front of you? Only its so clear, so sharp and strong that you know its going to be a story. It burns inside you, making you replay it again and again, from a new angle each time because you want to know, need to know, how this fits in a narrative.
Like, you see the characters and how they look, you know the setting, you know the motivations (but not the context), and every minute detail and nuance of expression or shadows or well, everything.Ā
You even know what sounds the characters can hear, what sensations they are feeling. You know what music would be playing if this was really a movie.Ā
You justā¦ donāt know how it fits into a plot yet.
hereās a moodā¦..a gay moodā¦I want to be at the ocean at night time, the beach is totally empty except for me and my girlfriend, and itās dark enough to give the beach a completely different atmosphere but light enough that we can still see pretty okay. both of us have cameras because weāre artsy and sentimental and we take turns taking candids of each other, photos of us gazing out into the expanse of the sea, our hair whipping around our faces in the breeze, our eyes catching and shyly flitting away. my girlfriend takes a selfie of us and kisses my cheek right as the shutter clicks. neither of us wore sandals but thatās okay because the water is far too cold to be wading in at this time of night. I sing something haunting just for fun and it echoes over the water and my girlfriend is watching me with a faint smile like Iām a magical creature and the most ethereal thing sheās ever seen. which is silly because of course, sheās the more ethereal thing Iāve ever seen too
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Kaz no.
Based on a textpost by @braekker.Ā
@tinynightmarecollection "kaz no." š
Crows are scary They
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.Ā They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.Ā Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.Ā But the nice guys with masks they left alone.Ā THEN, OH WEāRE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WERENāT EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.Ā THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys Iām really scared of crows now. (q)Ā
Yeah but have you seen thisĀ
A colleague of my dadās lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. āOh hell,ā she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.
Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,theyāre bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill
I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him āBuckā.Wellā¦ months passed and Buckās sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldnāt caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Wellā¦ near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumpedā¦ and just before he hit the ground, he soaredĀ back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like Iād lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.Ā
Cut to the next spring? Iām walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a soundā¦ a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.Ā
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buckā¦ and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.
that last reply made me wanna cry. thatās so beautiful.
Donāt forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.Ā
this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldnāt fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.Ā
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was āallowedā to walk up close and pick him up, he couldnāt drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like iāve adopted a son.
Best birbs !!
your son is Beautiful and Strong
every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories
Like, I wouldnāt want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they arenāt scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.
As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wingāwho was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.Ā
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crows
Then thereās Canuck, who made off with a weapon from a crime sceneā¦
regularly rides the Skytrain to get around Vancouverā¦
and halted mail delivery to a neighborhood because he didnāt like the mailman. (donāt fek with crows during nesting season yāall) http://globalnews.ca/news/3561281/canada-post-canuck-the-crow-mailman/
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Crows are literally the BEST BIRBS EVER OKAY
This is exactly why I love crows.
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Thsi is precious. Some teenage boy stole him from his nest when he was really young and raised him. After a while the boy got tired of him and now he goes arpund visiting people in our town. He automatically chooses who he likes and dislikes. He liked me but not my brother and my brotherās ears suffered because of that. He was really smart and all around cool. (Also idk if heās a Raven or crow but heās still very cool)
For those of you who enjoyed todayās stream and wish to do what I did, hereās the challenge I made for myself.
I made this massive compilation of several 30 day and color pallette challenges that I ran across to make 2 lists of 100. Yeesh. You may recognize a couple of areas even! (like the Witch 30 day challenge or the 30 day burrito challenge)
Take 2 10 sided dice and roll them twice (one dice for the tenās place and one for the oneās place). Roll them twice. The first number will be the theme/ thing to draw, the second one the palette you need try stick to. Then draw the result. Happy arting!
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