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I see a stability problem with regular use. It's not even attached. Would also make a nice hi-rise apt. for rodents.
already said it on twitter but i need to say it on here too, you can tell his 6'4 ass is meant to be out in the woods hunting werewolves protecting us instead of making excel spreadsheets
he is on tumblr
thats illegal people cant do that
Sea people
Hmngh... watercolor
Quite pleased with how the ocean turned out. Prussian blue is def one of the top 5 pigments.
Young Lady at Tsarskoe Selo, 1903-04 by Alexander Leontovsky (Russian, 1865–1928)
My Blog Is Not A Safe Space
i put landmines everywhere and i have no fucking idea where i put them please fucking help me
Erik Koeppel - "Autumn landscape"
she's platonic about it but in my opinion, stratt 100% treats grace as her dead wife. she keeps a tacky fox trinket in her coat pocket. there's a framed photo of him in her study . he's grinning goofily in it (bc he's a dork). new guy like: is that her husband? / no, dumbass, it's dr. ryland grace, 1/3 of the hail mary mission. / oh, fuck. were they... ? / yeah, it's unclear. black-and-white montages of grace messing around in high-level meetings play every time stratt contemplates committing more environmental crimes. she looks up at the night sky and vaguely wonders if he's enjoying his space ramen. that's her dead wife. she killed him.
My local animal shelter (BARCS) just got an influx of 369 birds from a shitass pet store, which is a truly terrifying number of parrots to have inside a building. BUT: there's a donation drive going on right now where you can vote for a pet's face to go on a beer can for their annual BARCStoberfest. Every single vote is a dollar towards animal rescue!!!
You can vote for your favorites such as Tylenol, El Eiwi Gordito, and Cheese here on their website!
I do wonder if the spider/alien book will get too dark for some people, because I did a lot of thinking about what the biology of spider-centaurs would be, and decided that it'd be a lot like jumping spiders where the males are small and colourful and do pathetic dances, and the females are giant monsters who will eat smaller females. and you can't tell which sex a spider is until they moult into their adult colours.
THE REASON this might be too dark is that this means the spider colony is ruled over a giant matriarch who eats her own daughters once they're old enough to distinguish.
I also decided that they're born as spiders, and then grow into spiders with lumpy bishop's hat looking things, and then this moults off to reveal a human torso (at which point the abdominal head becomes vestigial and fades away with each progressive moult)
also the mother is a little insane, because she's OLD old and is the only arachnid left in their family who remembers being a human. so she does her best for her children, bringing in instructors, and stealing books, and teaching them history and poetry, basically giving them the education of little lordlings (because she herself was of the noble class, before the transformation curse), but there's just so many children, and so many years, and so little hope of anything changing for the better. and as her mind goes, it gets harder and harder for her not to just act like a spider. the teachers don't last long at all anymore. but at least they're tasty.
they take turns
and out of the darkness - you you you you you
I’m ill