TST Advance - Tardigrade (Hypsibius dujardini)
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if i look back, i am lost

Janaina Medeiros

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Stranger Things
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Love Begins

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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TST Advance - Tardigrade (Hypsibius dujardini)
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
the problem with movie remakes is that they always remake something that was already good, meaning at worst you ruin it and at best your remake is largely redundant. to make a truly good remake you need to start with source material that is absolute dogwater. ignore the pull of nostalgia. redeem the sins of moviemaking past.
I feel like the original Chinese ending is even funnier than the translation implies. My inexpert tweaks:
“Heterosexuality really is the most fragile type of sexual orientation in the world, in human history electric shock, detention, family coercion, campus and workplace bullying all were unable to change homosexuality to heterosexuality, but heterosexuals need only get a glimpse of homosexual information and movies and they can turn into homosexual”
I'm probably never going to find it again, but there was a response to one of those "artworks we think we can make" posts that was like "Okay, go for it." Like, dead serious.
Are you going to come out of it with a Klein-level work? No. Dude was bonkers skilled. But I am here to tell you that if you've ever gone to Home Depot and shuffled through paint chips and been like "God, this is such a gorgeous color, I fucking love this color" and then immediately been like "...but I can't imagine painting a wall with it." and bought a can of soul-killing eggshell off-white or what the fuck ever, you absolutely can go pick up a $10 canvas from a craftstore and a $5 sample of that color and just hang 6 square feet of it on a wall and enjoy the fuck out of it.
For real, buds. If you see an artwork and you're like "Shit, I could have made that," that is a reminder that god can't stop you and probably neither can science.
something that i want teens to know is that (outside of degenerative disability, although i do have degenerative chronic pain and have still experienced a lot of this!) is that once you reach your early/mid 20s, your life gets SIGNIFICANTLY easier. not because of anything happening TO you, but literally on a biological level, Shit Just Gets Easier.
you think faster. you understand things better. you're more coordinated. your emotions are more stable. you respond to things better. your fingers are more dexterous. you have better balance.
it's honestly insane. i'm 24 and in the past couple of years i have MARVELLED at how much easier so many things are to do. it's so amazing and something that you shouldn't take for granted. notice it. revel in it. it will make you so much happier.
I was feeling agitated and artblocked yesterday so I decided to give my brain a rest by watching TV and then the next thing I knew these were in front of me
phineas and ferb heritage post
sometimes i don’t feel trans enough even tho i’ve been nonbinary for years, and typically don’t refer to myself as being trans. i thought i wasn’t doing enough to separate myself from cis people (whatever that means) however, i feel like a hare while my cis coworkers are rabbits and also i look and feel super queer and literally haveee gender dysphoria. point is, idk what else ive been expecting from myself to feel i deserve to refer to myself as trans with all this mounting evidence lol. ive finally come to terms with it 🙏🏾
me: idk, i like using fem pronouns, i’m not doing enough to be considered trans :/
also me:
when i was a kid i was so mad all the time bc i thought someday i'd have to be somebody's wife i didn't know it was optional. is everybody reminding the young girls in their lives that it's optional.
AND SO IS BEING SOMEBODY'S MOTHER‼️
What's your favorite color (by general shades)
Blue
Red
Yellow
Pink
Purple
Orange
Green
Brown
White
Black
just curious tbh, please reblog to get lots of votes
sometimes I have to stop myself from posting shit like "who made replacing a bike chain so erotic" because I remember the number of people who see my posts and I have to take a step back and reconsider my choices. sometimes I have to hide my true and sincere thoughts in a post about how I'm not posting them because it is funnier this way
artist's impression
whatever. it's just reaching between all its delicate parts to wrench out its guts with lots of sweating and straining. while it's upside down and immobilised. and then it's just taking the slick and shiny new chain and feeding it gently through gears and between metal before pulling it taut until the derailleur is extended and the chain clicks into place and can no longer be removed. I; think I'm bicycle. I mean bisexual
forgot what website I'm on apparently. peace and love on pervert planet
jellyfish have to be kept in a round tank because if they're in a tank with corners they'll get stuck in them. I think that's beautiful. god's stupidest little plastic bags (affectionate)
talking to system friends makes you sound southern after a certain amount of time.
"how are y'all?" "how's y'all?"
giddy up horsey fer real! 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
I was raised on the strict principle that the driver only drives. Shotgun seat is a duty, not a privilege. Second seat is the first passenger, the second in command. Shotgun does everything that the driver needs done. Driver wants water, shotgun hands them the water bottle, already opened, and closes it after the driver has had their drink. Shotgun manages the navigator, googles things that popped into the driver's head and wants to look up real quick. Reads the driver's incoming texts and texts back as the driver dictates - upon the driver's request. Driver only drivers. If your ass itches you don't take your hands off the fucking wheel, the secondant scratches it for you.
Then you sit down in the car of someone who's an excellent never-had-a-crash driver and watch in horror as they go 80 kmh on a curving forest road, opening a water bottle one-handed while applying lip balm with the other, changing music by pecking their phone's touch screen with the tip of their nose like a bird, all the while steering with their left ass cheek, and you feel your soul leave your body just in case your body is also gonna leave the car after it, through the windshield, in the near foreseeable future.
I would love to have a reliable shotgun, unfortunately if I ask somebody to change the music they refuse, and if I ask them to hand me the water they do such a bad job that I have to take my eyes off the road to grab it, so it's just better that I already know where everything is and don't have to look
I think that entitles you to crash hard enough on purpose to kill you both.
I'd love a shotgun that doesn't interfere with driving, stop resting your leg on the gearstick, stop putting the music on at such a loud volume its distracting and give reliable directions
Rise of the passenger Princess was the downfall of society
My sister and I have an unspoken agreement that the shotgun is always the Navigator. We're both pretty good at handling the radio, drinks, etc. while driving, but GPS shit is ALWAYS handled by the Navigator. And we both understand exactly how eachother likes their directions. I know to warn her 5 miles before her exit so she can refocus and start to get over, and she knows that if I ask "how long before the next turn?" that she should answer in the number of intersections, not distance. It's a fantastic system and tbh makes going places together more fun too