Another quick coffee paint! Ethan bringing a lone egg home in the chilly autumn TuT
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Cosmic Funnies
RMH
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I'd rather be in outer space đ¸

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shark vs the universe
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Love Begins
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if i look back, i am lost
KIROKAZE
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@seniichi
Another quick coffee paint! Ethan bringing a lone egg home in the chilly autumn TuT
@pichupurin
From the Northern Territory Parks and Wildlife page on Facebook, based in AustraliaâŚ
The three-eyed snake warns The Dry is coming!
Our Rangers found a three-eyed snake on the Arnhem Highway near Humpty Doo just out of Darwin. It was a juvenile, approximately 40cm long.
The snake is peculiar as an x-ray revealed it was not two separate heads forged together, rather it appeared to be one skull with an additional eye socket and three functioning eyes.
It was generally agreed that the eye likely developed very early during the embryonic stage of development. It is extremely unlikely that this is from environmental factors and is almost certainly a natural occurrence as malformed reptiles are relatively common.
@deadcatwithaflamethrower
They took all the pop music. And made the perfect pop song. I am in awe.
Itâs great because the person who made this is really talented, but it also acts as commentary on how interchangeable songs in a given genre (especially pop) are.
It⌠really doesnât. This doesnât follow standard chord progressions, theyâre not all in the same key or tempo (thatâs all been altered), and this is a genuinely new melody (and set of lyrics) pieced together from pieces.Â
Calling this a commentary on how ~modern music is all interchangeable~ really just downplays the talent youâre talking about in the first part of that sentence.
im a mashup bastard and i love mashups!
âŚOpening commissions again! âŚ
In dire need of money for my school tuition, any RB + share would be appreciated!Â
DM and read through doc if interested: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rlbd9ADZUQOneVZCn1IGTP7It-mDpCipwMEEtMZBcdY/edit?usp=sharing âŚÂ
Thank you!!
Okay, but, imagine. Vanitas.....with a ponytail
this is not what anyone asked forâŚ
Ultima (II)
Summary: The Power of Waking was abused a time too many. With that abuse, it inverts reality, subverts expectations, and turns the greatest lights into the darkest of shadows.
Note: If you like my work, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi account - Seniichi.
Ultima
Summary:Â The Power of Waking was abused a time too many. With that abuse, it inverts reality, subverts expectations, and turns the greatest lights into the darkest of shadows.
Note: If you like my work, please consider donating to my Ko-Fi account - Seniichi.
Waves lap delicately across glistening white sands, moonlight bathing the beach in her ethereal glow. The waves flash lightly with bioluminescent stars, cresting with every wave and fading into the night in the unerring rhythm of moontide. The sands are smooth and unbroken across most of the beach, though there were signs of a faint disturbance that even now were being erased by the waves.
The crunch of a boot on sand is just barely audible over the whispering waves, the rippling red of a cloak pulled tight over the recluseâs shoulders shimmering at the edges with moonglow. Ruby hued irises scope out the landscape, carefully provide their owner the details of which he had not been given by the reports from the locals.
(It was unlikely he would find what he was searching for, this time.)
A falling star from the heavens, bringing with it sunset to the fabled, timeless, Destiny Isles. He had been to these shores before, spurred on by the desire to find what he was seeking, discover the truth behind his mysterious origins. He is again disappointed. There is nothing here, no sign of what had fallen to this island. Light gleams from the corner of his eye, and he draws his weapon in a heartbeat, aiming towards the very center of where the mysterious intrusion had come from.
Nothing.
He sheaths his weapon once more, annoyance warring with relief that it was nothing more than a false alarm yet again. Relief that he did not have to shatter the fragile peace of this last, untouched sanctuary, annoyance at being caught off guard so easily by a mere glint of light. He moves to dismiss it when it happens again, and he pauses in his movement to melt into the shadows, go home. He counts the seconds, and it only takes two more repetitions before he realizes the pattern is not random â it matches the act of breathing perfectly. He follows the reflection, pausing to let it guide the way. He stops at the keyhole-shaped entryway, hesitant. There was always something ominous about this part of the Destiny Isles â as though something terrible had happened here, in this space. The flicker of light happens again, a gleam of moonlight lancing off silver to aid him in pinpointing the mystery.
A child lays before him, sprawled out in sleep, soaked from the sea. He frowns, looking back and seeing no trail of sodden sand that would herald the childâs passage. He kneels down, reaching a hand out to grasp the item from the childâs neck. He pauses for a moment, slowing his movement as he recalls the fragility of children, a taloned glove wrapping around the metal with infinite gentility, lifting it to his sight.
A silver crown. A shiver runs up his spine at the sight, lowering it and settling the object back on the childâs chest. Every soul in his line of work knew that sigil. Spray painted over old buildings, stained on the ground, hidden in the landscapes⌠the hidden crown of a dark savior. The light flashes over the item as the boy breathes again. Itâs pretty, but the metal is tarnished, tendrils of corroded silver glowing ominously in the dim light of the moon. The boy cannot stay here. Even knowing of him was dangerous, and the people who lived on the Isles of Destiny believed in the prophecy â enough for them to strike him down while he was still young and helpless. He has done a great many cruel things in his life, but this awful, horrible thing, he would not do. Leaving a child at the mercy of fanatics? He scoops the boy up into his grasp, checking him over for damage. He purses his lips when he sees a pale, crown-shaped birthmark laid on the boyâs left thigh. Hiding that would be difficult, and the boy needed every protection he could be given. He would have to change his home again â his companions would be unhappy, but a child deserved a life free of persecution â and he would not find it here. He drapes his cape over the damp child, casting one last glance over the area. The child does not stir, even as he makes his way out of the cave, leaving nothing but a damp silhouette behind. Despite the beauty that laid here, this place - this hallowed land, was not safe.
The Isles of Destiny was not a place for a child like this.
The child remains still during his trek, even when he must set him down to open the heavy gate of the Cerberus to enter his ship. His breathing remains soft and even, hair spilling over his arm as it pillows his head from the ground. âYou must be exhausted.â He says, taking the boy back into his arms, hearing nothing but a soft, sleepy murmur - the first sound the child had made so far. He cradles the boy, feels the fragile heartbeat as the child curls even closer, tiny fingers digging into his cloak, unwilling to relinquish the new item in their grasp. The child is affectionate despite his supposed nature, and he cannot help but smile when the boy refuses to let him go. It wasnât an impossibility that the child would be innocent still â evil was rarely born â but even so, within his grasp was a being that could cause untold damage. Ending the threat would be simple - easy, even. But he had never harmed a child, and even one as terrible as this one was prophesied to be would be safe from him.
âCome now little one,â he murmurs. âThere will be a place for you where we are going.â
if you follow me on twitter youâve noticed iâve been tweeting about the state of my current pc. the truth is, itâs quite bad! this thing has been on a 4+ year journey with me and it shows!!! i worry everyday for when it gives out so itâs time to put this poor thing to rest
the goal atm is to make half the amount needed for the new pc iâm going to upgrade to, which is $450 (but the total goal is ~$900) ALL commission money made will be used for the new pc! if youâre interested, please email me at [email protected] or you can also message me here
if youâre not looking for a commission but would still like to help with the goal, here is my ko-fi! ko-fi.com/celeine
and if you canât afford either, a reblog will always help! thank you for looking!!!
LOOK AT HIM!!! Iâm weeping I love myself (1) one happy fire punchy boi. A million and then some thanks to the amazing @celeine, who was the artist behind this beautiful work of art. Please admire Huey who no longer looks like a stop sign in all the wrong ways.
Right, of course, important water. I stare at the important water and somehow, magically, Iâll start singing about my dream?
I have had this on my mind for days, someone please help:
Why are dogs dogs?
I mean, how do we see a pug and then a husky and understand that both are dogs? Iâm pretty sure Iâve never seen a picture of a breed of dog I hadnât seen before and wondered what animal it was.
Do you want the Big Answer or the Small Answers cos I have a feeling this is about to get Intense
Oooh okay are YOU gonna answer this, hang on I need to get some snacks and make sure the phone is off.
The short answer is âbecause theyâre statistically unlikely to be anything else.â
The long question is âgiven the extreme diversity of morphology in dogs, with many subsets of âdogsâ bearing no visual resemblance to each other, how am I able to intuit that they belong to the âdogâ set just by looking?â
The reason that this is a Good Big Question is because we are broadly used to categorising Things as related based on resemblances. Then everyone realized about genes and evolution and so on, and so now we have Fun Facts like âelephants are ACTUALLY closely related to rock hyraxes!! Even though they look nothing alike!!â
These Fun Facts are appealing because theyâre not intuitive. So why is dog-sorting intuitive?
Well, because if you eliminate all the other possibilities, most dogs are dogs.
To process Things - whether animals, words, situations or experiences - our brains categorise the most important things about them, and then compare these to our memory banks. If weâve experienced the same thing before - whether first-hand or through a story - then we know whatâs happening, and we proceed accordingly.
If the New Thing is completely New, then the brain pings up a bunch of question marks, shunts into a different track, counts up all the Similar Traits, and assigns it a provisional category based on its similarity to other Things. We then experience the Thing, exploring it further, and gaining new knowledge. Our brain then categorises the New Thing based on the knowledge and traits. That is how humans experience the universe. We do our best, and we generally do it well.
This is the basis of stereotyping. It underlies some of our worst behaviours (racism), some of our most challenging problems (trauma), helps us survive (stories) and sharing the ability with things that donât have it leads to some of our most whimsical creations (artificial intelligence.)
In fact, one reason that humans are so wonderfully successful is that we can effectively gain knowledge from experiences without having experienced them personally! You donât have to eat all the berries to find the poisonous ones. You can just remember stories and descriptions of berries, and compare those to the ones youâve just discovered. You can benefit from memories that arenât your own!
On the other hand, if you had a terribly traumatic experience involving, say, an eagle, then your brain will try to protect you in every way possible from a similar experience. If you collect too many traumatic experiences with eagles, then your brain will not enjoy eagle-shaped New Things. In fact, if New Things match up to too many eagle-like categories, such as
* pointy * Specific!! Squawking noise!! * The hot Glare of the Yellow Eye * Patriotism?!? * CLAWS VERY BAD VERY BAD
Then the brain may shunt the train of thought back into trauma, and the person will actually experience the New Thing as trauma. Even if the New Thing was something apparently unrelated, like being generally pointy, or having a hot glare. (This is an overly simplistic explanation of how triggers work, but itâs the one most accessible to people.)
So the answer rests in how we categorise dogs, and what âdogâ means to humans. Human brains associate dogs with universal categories, such as
* four legs * Meat Eater * Soft friend * Doggo-ness???? * Walkies * An Snout, * BORK BORK
Anything we have previously experienced and learned as A Dog gets added to the memory bank. Sometimes it brings new categories along with it. So a lifetimeâs experience results in excellent dog-intuition.
And anything we experience with, say, a 90% match is officially a Dog.
Brains are super-good at eliminating things, too. So while the concept of physical doggo-ness is pretty nebulous, and has to include greyhounds and Pekingese and mastiffs, we know that even if an animal LOOKS like a bear, if the other categories donât match up in context (bears are not usually soft friends, they donât Bork Bork, they donât have long tails to wag) then it is statistically more likely to be a Doggo. If it occupies a dog-shaped space then it is usually a dog.
So if you see someone dragging a fluffy whatnot along on a string, you will go,
* Mop?? (Unlikely - seems to be self-propelled.) * Alien? (Unlikely - no real alien ever experienced.) * Threat? (Vastly unlikely in context.) * Rabbit? (No. Rabbits hop, and this appears to scurry.) (Brains are very keen on categorising movement patterns. This is why lurching zombies and bad CGI are so uncomfortable to experience, brains just go âINCORRECT!! That is WRONG!â Without consciously knowing why. Anyway, very few animals move like domestic dogs!) * Very fluffy cat? (Maybe - but not quite. Shares many characteristics, though!) * Eldritch horror? (No, it is obviously a soft friend of unknown type) * Robotic toy? (Unlikely - too complex and convincing.) * alert: amusing animal detected!!! This is a good animal!! This is pleasing!! It may be appropriate to laugh at this animal, because we have just realized that it is probably a ⌠* DOG!!!! Soft friend, alive, walks on leash. It had a low doggo-ness quotient! and a confusing Snout, but it is NOT those other Known Things, and it occupies a dog-shaped space! * Hahahaha!!! It is extra funny and appealing, because it made us guess!!!! We love playing that game. * Best doggo. * PING! NEW CATEGORIES ADDED TO âDoggoâ set: mopness, floof, confusing Snout.
And thatâs why most dogs are dogs. Youâre so good at identifying dog-shaped spaces that they canât be anything else!
this post made my day and has many wholesome quotable phrases.
@deadcatwithaflamethrower
Another photo of my pso2 protag. Iâm crying at how perfect this timing was. I was going to get rid of the mag but then the aurora went away so boo.
Zeno: Hey look back at me for a second I need to tell you something.
[Elder]: ?
Zeno: Bitch.
YOU GUYS ITâS DECEMBER 10TH YOU DONâT UNDERSTAND THIS HAS BEEN IN MY QUEUE SINCE FEBRUARY
Itâs December 10th now and Iâm putting this in my queue for next year.
going up now coz Iâm not netting on this hellsite being here next year
âOkay look, Iâm here. Iâve got very important Guardianing things to do so if you donât mind -â
âIs that a fucking gremlin?â
âNobody feed that thing after midnight.â
May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. đľâ¨
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!
I could seriously use this money right nowâŚ.
Please give me my refund of 400$ soonâŚ
I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash
No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big olâ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees theyâd originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperityâŚ