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Horses .. Really?

I’m doing my own thing cruising through the forums when I noticed there’s a new submission to the banned players. Being nosey I check it out. Oh hey it’s someone I’m quite familiar with. Message them to find out what happened and wouldn’t you know?! They got banned for “Tracing and/or heavily referencing”!!

The “copied design” ? HORSE LEGS.

Please, someone tell me how “horse legs” are something that can be copied when it’s a natural animal who regardless the breed of horse their legs are ALL THE SAME.

It’s like they’re actively trying to get rid of people. Please for the love of whatever if you have actual proof that horse legs can be “copied” please let me know? If I’m wrong I’ll happily calm down but this is ridiculously stupid.

saluriel

Here you go, I traced some horse legs for you so you could understand how you can “copy” horse legs. Yes, all their legs are the same, but if you take “my” lines and put them on the images, they line up perfectly. That’s tracing. Even if I didn’t use the image to directly trace over it, if my image can line up perfectly or almost perfectly with the source, it is STILL not ok. That is referencing something way too heavily and is still not allowed.

Here’s where I got those images, because sourcing is important:

https://www.britannica.com/animal/horse

https://www.foxnews.com/us/colorado-charged-animal-cruelty-dragging-horse

https://www.horsetalk.co.nz/2016/08/08/horse-shiny-healthy-coat-skin/

https://extension.unh.edu/resource/good-neighbor-guide-keeping-horses

Here’s some good pages about tracing vs copying vs referencing.

https://aminoapps.com/c/monster-hunter/page/blog/art-etiquette-referencing-vs-tracing/aVeq_dnPu0ulq00qpKgnErBwLlaKQlD5NZ

https://aminoapps.com/c/furry-amino/page/blog/what-is-tracing-copying-referencing-and-inspiration/xpvg_mX2i2uWV4QVb8XXEkgoM06rpBQ31rX

Even if you’re tracing to learn, you should either not share the image publicly, or if you do, you MUST show your source where you got the image, and you cannot use it for profit, as an example of your own art, etc.

You also should not trace other people’s art because a) that’s gross if you don’t have permission, and b) if you do that to learn, you’re going to end up making the same anatomy mistakes as they do.

foodffs

Compound butter, a mix of butter and other ingredients, is an excellent way to create an endless variety of flavors for meats, fish, veggies and even freshly baked bread! Read on to learn how to make compound butter in a few easy steps!

https://www.urbanfoodiekitchen.com/how-to-make-compound-butter/

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Is this how you roll?

#Recipe #Compote butter

skunkandburningtires

Every Disney castle from Snow White to Frozen.

Can you name them all?

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

So today this kid yelled Nani the fuck?!? in the middle of a test and I felt compelled to share this to the world.

teachers, share the weird crap your kids have done!

ralsalot

I’m not a teacher (yet) but I do work with students and one of them had the nerve to look me dead in the eye and ask me “why would it be a bad idea for me to eat this entire marker?” They’re 11

official-lyzzystardust

An 4th grader asked for a high five by saying, “A little slappy to make daddy happy?”

I did not give him a high five.

myathesleepyoctopus

A student during break had her head in her arms and was shaking a bit, so i asked the kid next to her whether she was laughing or crying and this 8 year old stared me in the eye deadpan and said “im crying on the inside”

myathesleepyoctopus

Wait i take that back, I cant believe i forgot about the time i brought in a small stuffed octopus as a class mascot because why tf not. It was a class of high schoolers and i didnt imagine theyd actually care much, but one student snuck in a snack and gave it to the octopus as a tribute. Which led to other students doing the same thing, until every day there was a pile of of offerings to Fweej the Overseer, mostly consisting of things like string cheeses and small bags of chips, but sometimes there wouldd be a couple bucks in quarters, one kid brought in some giant pocky i think, and at one point there was a cold stone gift card. This stuffed octopus gained a cult following.

Later i brought in another stuffed octopus that looked exactly the same but bigger and told the class that Fweej the Overseer accepted their offerings and became stronger. These highschoolers lost their goddamn minds.

catchymemes

hannahhillam

imposterogers

why did no one ever tell me hugh jackman didn’t know that wolverines were a real animal

imposterogers

imagine telling hugh jackman to go to the zoo

arvoze

i took a pic of me watching the pickle rick episode to piss people off but like somehow i managed to take the pic so that the frame on the tv was…. a different frame to the reflection on the desk?

homophobic

cursed image

groupthinker

this is the most fucked up scenario that accurately depicts that movement of photons through space and time

shantpat-deactivated20200415

Einstein would be so upset that you proved his theory in one moment, cause in his day it took fuckin months to setup an eclipse pic to prove relativity n you did it by accident, in ur living room. congrats.

danubedogs

i love my goblin

reddit-tales

What started off as a small lie, but snowballed into “this is my life now”?

My freshman year of college I was walking around campus when a very friendly looking girl waved at me. I’m awkward, so of course I waved back. The next week, the same thing.

This began the weirdest saga of my life.

For the next two years, we greeted each other as old friends every time we came across the other. She knew my name (somehow?), I never could figure hers out and it was WAY too late to ask. I just pretended I knew who she was and why she knew me.

Finally, I joined the honors program and entered my classes for my thesis. Who should be in this class but mystery girl! I was horrified. I wouldn’t be able to pass it off anymore.

First day of class we are all sitting there chatting and she greets me by name, again. I had finally learned her name from attendance, thank God. Someone asks, finally, “oh, so do you two know each other? Where’d you meet?”

Silence.

I stare at her. She stares at me. Finally she breaks down wailing. “I don’t know! I don’t know, okay, we’ve just been waving at each other for two years and it was too late to ask!”

Shes standing in my wedding next spring as one of my bridesmaids and very best friends.

memescomedy

la-malefique

That is so cute.

bigmeansweatydyke

gothterf

they got married

catchymemes

A teacher like her makes a huge difference

juneinsaturn

OMG THAT’S SO CUTE 😍😍😍

frootmoody

I really like how she gives them a choice of how much physical interaction to have, letting them set their own boundaries

libertarirynn-deactivated202006

star-plasma

LGBT+ PRIDE (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

condensed-theorem-shop

One of the most bizarrely cool people I’ve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (that’s another story), Dr. Z.

Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist I’ve ever encountered – and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner I’ve ever seen.

That last wasn’t the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldn’t expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, “But – I am very good.”

I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?

(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, it’s just a little easier to floss on that side.)

But Dr. Z.’s insane competence wasn’t just limited to oral surgery.

When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors I’ve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say “math,” most doctors respond with “oh, wow, good for you” or possibly “what do you want to do with that after college?”

Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.

I gave him the thirty-second layman’s summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with “oh, you mean–” and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you don’t take this unless you’re a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what I’d call “small talk” except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.

He didn’t, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just … knew stuff.

I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if I’d be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.

“Fencing?” he said.

“Yes,” I said, “like swordfighting,” because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume they’ve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)

“Which weapon?”

“Uh. Foil.”

“No, it won’t be safe,” and he went off into an explanation of why.

Turns out, he was also a serious fencer – and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)

So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasn’t the weird thing.

The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people – professionals in lots of different fields – saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.

All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.

As far as I can tell, it’s not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in – he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.

I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.

He did a damn good job on my surgery.