Unfortunate Laugh

Avid artist and writer. I spend most time thinking up new shit to draw/write. This is my personal blog where I reblog whatever I like.

[unpeeled-human]

idk if anyone else has seen the surge of memes making fun of cave divers recently. there was a comment on one that was like "cave divers with 4 kids, 2 degrees, a loving wife and a huge house when they learn that Satan's Sphincter has a 0% survival rate" it had me crying laughing

[library-bat-girl-deactivated202]

You'd think "oh, well they're rich dipshits with no training who pulled a Stockton Rush, IE: did something everyone told them not to and then died" but nope, 90% of cave diving stories are like "Johnny Wetsuit had 5000 hours diving experience, a doctorate in Cave Diveology from the most prestigious university in the world, was trained to swim by literal navy seals, was part dolphin and had the power of echo-location, God himself contacted him to let him know the conditions in Drowning Idiot Cave were going to be perfectly safe for cave diving, so he went Cave Diving, made one tiny mistake, and then he got stuck and drowned to death."

[liiionhearted]

ok but there’s a reason cave diving signs go so hard

[beardedmrbean]

My brother used to do SCUBA stuff and apparently there's spots in places like Lake Tahoe where there's just bodies that haven't been recovered because the people that could go and get them know better than to go diving in the parts of the lake where the bodies are.

[mama-germany]

I feel like the ‘Satan’s Asshole Cave’ meme is a bit of a misnomer though because half of these places are named. Nutty Putty. Darby Canyon. Wookey Hole.

It’s more like; Loopty Doopty Cavern, where 18 out of 25 known explorers had to have their bodies dragged out over excruciating 28 hour long recovery missions

[flipocrite]

[redsparrow12]

Hold I have to look something up...

[redsparrow12]

What the fuck

[blucolorpencil]

biohazard alert

[apletolerance]

[kislpyatk]

happy bd murdoc!

[livingintheighties]

happy 60th birthday to the best bassist in the world

[eggclown121]

[super-fast-octopus]

Happy early bday Murdoc-- hope you get fucked ;) Uncensored art here: Piopiku & Twitter

[omgthatdress]

ily, menswear guy

[suncaptor]

linked tree (includes options to donate to Ghanaian projects)

petition to show support

[dragon-in-a-fez]

when a government bans young people from using social media, and then categorises messenger apps like Signal and WhatsApp as "social media", they are pushing those young people toward using text messages, a fundamentally insecure form of communication. texts are not encrypted in transit and can be read by both the sender's mobile carrier and the recipient's. that also means they can be leaked in data breaches, subpoenaed, or just handed over willingly to law enforcement at the carriers' discretion.

hmm. I wonder why governments might want this

[murdocsagaypirate]

Hey. Did you know that... Phase 2 of Intricate Ritualz is complete... And if you're not caught up... You should... Because Phase 3... Is coming.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46971034/chapters/221719386

[arisprite]

I've been working on this for a min, fan art for Intricate Rituals by @murdocsagaypirate, a really Fantastic fic going along with Gorillaz canon, (just finished phase 2 and - GUH) and I just had to draw this part. Love this fic, and I hope the comic does it justice!

And just a little plug, I did just open up my commissions and add a couple types of things. You can take a look at my Kofi

Thank you!

[super-fast-octopus]

Happy birthday to Russel, did a couple body studies so I can get better at drawing him!

[approaching-the-scrungularity-d]

I think I may never be sad ever again. There is a statue entitled "Farewell to Orpheus" on my college campus. It's been there since 1968, created by a Prof. Frederic Littman that use to work at the university. It sits in the middle of a fountain, and the fountain is often full of litter. I have taken it upon myself to clean the litter out when I see it (the skimmers only come by once a week at max). But because of my style of dress, this means that bystanders see a twenty-something on their hands and knees at the edge of the fountain, sleeves rolled up, trying not to splash dirty water on their slacks while their briefcase and suit coat sit nearby. This is fine, usually. But today was Saturday Market, which means the twenty or so people in the area suddenly became hundreds. So, obviously, somebody stopped to ask what I was doing. "This," I gestured at the statue, "is Eurydice. She was the wife of Orpheus, the greatest storyteller in Greece. And this litter is disrespectful." Then, on a whim, I squinted up at them. "Do you know the story of Orpheus and Eurydice?" "No," they replied, shifting slightly to sit.

"Would you like to?"

"Sure!"

So I told them. I told them the story as I know it- and I've had a bit of practice. Orpheus, child of a wishing star, favorite of the messenger god, who had a hard-working, wonderful wife, Eurydice; his harp that could lull beasts to passivity, coax song from nymphs, and move mountains before him; and the men who, while he dreamed and composed, came to steal Eurydice away. I told of how she ran, and the water splashed up on my clothes. But I didn't care. I told of how the adder in the field bit her heel, and she died. I told of the Underworld- how Orpheus charmed the riverman, pacified Cerberus with a lullaby, and melted the hearts of the wise judges. I laughed as I remarked how lucky he was that it was winter- for Persephone was moved by his song where Hades was not. She convinced Hades to let Orpheus prove he was worthy of taking Eurydice. I tugged my coat back on, and said how Orpheus had to play and sing all the way out of the Underworld, without ever looking back to see if his beloved wife followed. And I told how, when he stopped for breath, he thought he heard her stumble and fall, and turned to help her up- but it was too late. I told the story four times after that, to four different groups, each larger than the last. And I must have cast a glance at the statue, something that said "I'm sorry, I miss you--" because when I finished my second to last retelling, a young boy piped up, perhaps seven or eight, and asked me a question that has made my day, and potentially my life: "Are you Orpheus?" I told the tale of the grieving bard so well, so convincingly, that in the eyes of a child I was telling not a story, but a memory. And while I laughed in the moment, with everyone else, I wept with gratitude and joy when I came home. This is more than I deserve, and I think I may never be sad again.

Here is the aforementioned statue, by the way.

[anotherremixx]

sure murdoc says he's the leader but he's been tying his bandmate's shoes for like 20 years so who's really in charge

[dogpuppy]

[duruto]

Wips that Im probably never finishing yay