Goblin shark x Mantis orquidea x Damara molerat
For challenge of amazing @JuliaBart on YouTube
YOU ARE THE REASON
ojovivo

gracie abrams
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Cosimo Galluzzi
macklin celebrini has autism
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NASA

if i look back, i am lost

Product Placement

Jimmy Eat World
Monterey Bay Aquarium
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
official daine visual archive
I'd rather be in outer space đ¸
hello vonnie
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Mike Driver

Origami Around

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@fragolaicecream
Goblin shark x Mantis orquidea x Damara molerat
For challenge of amazing @JuliaBart on YouTube
Capsicum pelvis, watercolor and colored pencil on paper
Process video available on my Patreon HERE
Early Giraffe concept art I did for the game âZoochosisâ
how this week has felt
Never was in America. Is that what you can meet in the forest?
Rrrat snake
some more plein airpril paintings
More creatures from the sketchbook
hunkk. graphite and gouache on paper
The Evening Signal .
We thought the power lines were acting up again. Every evening around 7:45 PM, the TV would fuzz out and the dogs would start that low, chest-rattling growl. My neighbor, Elias, went out to check his satellite dish. He called me, sounding breathless, telling me to look toward the old timber line.I didn't see it at firstâjust the sky turning that bruised purple color. Then the 'star' appeared. But it wasn't in the sky; it was too low. It was a dull, pulsing red light, like a heated coal, suspended right above the trees. As my eyes adjusted, I saw the rest of it. Thin, spindly legs that looked like charred telephone poles, moving with a slow, deliberate grace that defied their size.It didn't make a sound, but as it stepped over the power lines, the red core flared. Thatâs when the radio in my truck started broadcasting⌠but it wasn't music. It was just a rhythmic, digital clicking, like a signal being sent to something much further away. It didn't look at us. It just kept walking, a massive, silent beacon for a destination we aren't meant to know .
Dolgiye Mountains, Russia by Arseny Kashkarov
A baby doll is back again .
Train station at night .
by Donna McL