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A person holds a small espresso mug covered in mushrooms and a snail.
One of my favorite mushy cups π€
Wanna go poke around a nursery and look at spring plants...
Gotta go get the car serviced instead...
Boo
Tidewalkers
#art #illustration
Look at this gorgeous early medieval replica bed based on an archaeological find!
It was made for the prehistorischdorp.nl museum by Martijn van Gerwen from Het Noeste Leven. (www.hetnoesteleven.nl).
Now I want one...
More here;
www.facebook.com/hetnoestelev...
Made by @ironlily.bsky.social
Wasnβt expecting to draw tonight, but here is a quick lichen mari
GNU Sir Terry
When you get a green arrow and all the left turners all turn in a perfectly synchronized arc, those are your boys for life. Thatβs your squad. You are married.
Foster kittens Fenrir, Freya, and Frigg looking up at you, so tiny
May I offer you a trio of little baby faces in these trying times?
Bringing this back for easter.
Why am I like this
A screenshot of Affinity Photo in Windows. A black and white rectangular image with a clip art bulb of garlic is in frame with the text "gark poda" over it.
Taking the opportunity to make my own jar labels and using it responsibly
The aroace sunset is hella sweet, I do admit
The vibes that are being coded here are RANCID
Panel 1: Two swans, floating on a water, very swan-ily. P2: Same POV, but now the swans have raised their wings. P3: Again, same POV, but now the wings are fully up, and the swans' necks are lowered and extended. P4: GO! The swans shoot forward at speed, leaving trails of water in their wake. Their necks are fully extended, beaks open. P5: A side-on view of water against a green sky. P6: Same POV, but now the swans have burst into view. However, the only thing moving --at tremendous speed-- are their necks, stretching out impossibly. P7: We close in on a side-on view of the swans' heads, beaks closed in a look of swan-y determination. They are literally neck & neck. P8: The background begins to swirl as the swans pick up speed. They spiral towards the centre from the upper left & lower right corners. P9: A dramatic reveal of a Jack Kirby-like cosmic scene, with a blazing sun in the bottom right corner, and a "krackle" filled purple sky. The swans' necks spiral around each other
territorial dispute
Crab Just Happy To Be In Bucket With All His Friends
Crab Just Happy To Be In Bucket With All His Friends https://theonion.com/crab-just-happy-to-be-in-bucket-with-all-his-friends/
I blame Techmoan, he did a pair of videos on the things recently and everyone remembered how rad they are
He plays a shooter game
He plays a puzzle game
He plays a fighting game
He plays a 4x game
He plays the games that remind him of the good times
He plays the games that remind him of the better times
a notepad app full of unicode based emotes made using varying symbols
cancelled my discord nitro a month ago and I now no longer have access to my emotes but let me tell you, friend: you can literally just have a text app open next to ur conversations full of these guys. you can just copy 100s of these guys off webpages online online right now for free
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Tumbleweed season!
A screenshot of the Apple weather app. The graphs show a wild roller coaster of temperature and precipitation.
77 degrees currently.
Possible snow overnight.
Yes, I very much understand the tornado watch that was just now issued, bloody hell.
Me after opening this gun case with an impressive whistle:
the blasting range on these bad boys is 100 feet, it can channel all 5 elemental foci and comes with built in anti-deharmonizing enchantments that'll protect the caster from up to 3rd tier spells.
A tree made of a tangle of branches with a small stream flowing beneath dropping down to a small puddle surrounded by colourful leafy foliage in a forest
Colourful nature
The rarest of the rare! This holy-grail dream fish is a larval-stage #monkfish, aka #goosefish.
Shot in the wild, using scuba, while diving at night over water several thousand feet deep, several miles offshore from Kumejima, Okinawa.
#larvalfish #blackwater #gug #deepseafish
Bugguide photo of a "Thief weevil" (Attelabidae: Pterocolus sp) by user Metrioptera. He is a jolly iridescent turquoise and sort of rectangular in shape, with an unusually wide stance.
let's all take a moment to consider the Thief Weevil and his outrageous pantaloons
Yellow witches butter on a log
Youβre telling me a witch made this butter?
Two sad, curling pothos vine cuttings in a white oblong planter.
This pair of pothos cuttings was doing just fine in a wall planter until a) dry winter air kept draining the reservoir and b) big depresso emptied the silverware drawer and kept me from refilling it
Popping them into a regular planter and hoping they'll make it...
I'm hot dog
CONAN THE BARBARIAN a screenplay by John Milius FIRST DRAFT
DIFFERENT ANGLE The great figure -- is it Thor, the great god of fire, or wotan, forger of the Universe? -- pounds down with the hammer again and again. He pauses, stops, and raises his handiwork into the darkness. It is a great, glowing blade -- a sword. TITLE CONAN THE BARBARIAN The figure holds the great blade into the night. A strong, curvaceous, flaxen-haired WOMAN stands at his side, and of about nine clings to her. The sword-maker turns and plunges it down into a vat of blood in the foreground. It hisses; 1t seems to scream. The boy's dark eyes gleam of oil. MONTAGE The hilt is made in the form of stag antlers. Brass 1s filed with steel burnishers against a landscape of forest- covered mountains and dark, snowy glades. The blade 1s struck, in long, even cuts, by the Master's hand. The han- dle is wrapped with string made from the gut of forest ti- gers. The pommel, heavy steel to crush men's skulls, shaped in the form of elks hooves. The face of the Master glows in the fire. The sword heated in the blast of the flames, turned, and heated until it first turns a straw orange, then quickly purple, finally, an incandescent blue. is removed from the flame, quenched in animal oil, and then thrust into the snow. The blade gleams in the light of a tortured sky. It is a masterpiece, reflecting thunder lue brightness of glass. and wind in its surfaces. It shines with the The Master sheaths it with a resounding click into its wood and leather scabbard. THE SWORD hangs on the Master's belt. He climbs high, through snow- broken trees, bare splintered rock, higher and higher. DIFFERENT ANGLES - THE ROCKS He pulls along the boblade. clad in furs. The boy's dark eyes are the color of the They climb fasters Lifting son over vast, yawning crevices. Finally they reach a summit of polished broken stones. The storm rages around them; lighting strikes the rocks, the wind howls.
Off to read this.
