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it's almost summer do you guys want my stupid hyperoptimized lemonade recipe that takes half a day to make and whips absolute ass

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I always forget what my steam name is and get bewildered for a second

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Know your insect antennae!

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Picture-winged Leaf Moth (Glanycus coendersi), family Thyrididae, Pahang, Malaysia

photograph by David Fischer

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So apparently Tumblr ate my original post about this but:

A couple weeks ago I’m going to get lunch and as I open the fridge, my mother attempts to communicate to me that any chicken currently in the fridge is ok for people to eat, because the chicken that was intended for the dog to eat has been used up.

What she actually says is, “That’s human chicken.”

After taking a minute to process all horrible implications of the phrase “human chicken”, I decide to go a different route and hold the tupperware of chicken out to my sister, saying, “Behold, a man!”

This was evidently the wrong choice, as it meant I had to explain to my parents who Diogenes was, thereby cementing the incident in their minds and leading to me, just now, opening the fridge to see the following incredibly cursed image:

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Father’s Day Art Gift :)

I’ve spoken on tumblr before about my dream of one day creating a children’s book. But, I think I’ve realized just how much I’d love to recreate the stories my dad sang and told me and my sisters when I was young.

He is a fantastic oral story teller and he would narrate to us his TOTALLY REAL stories of him playing on his grandparents ranch with his friend Roscco the Raccoon (who could talk). They would get into all sorts of mischief and adventures, as one could probably guess.

Roscco the Raccoon was his best friend and the mischievous mischief maker of the group. His eyes were as big as his stomach and a vast majority of his antics were caused by his insatiable appetite. But his favorite food had to be Mama Fae’s special pecan waffles, Squirrel Waffles.

Apparently the first time my dad met Roscco was because the little raccoon had climbed down the chimney just to taste the delectable things.

The two would go on countless adventures, always finding new critters and new places to explore :,)

Genuinely, these stories are apart of my soul and after talking with my family, I’d love to someday make a full on book series with these tales. Like COME ON. A silly little talking raccoon and a giant Catfish that you can never catch is just too fun not to share with the world.

Actually making and finishing something like this may take years, but I’m alright with that :) I’m a patient gal.

Oh! Also,,, Happy Father’s Day 🩷 Thanks dad.

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He forgor

Bug Fact: Mosquito Hawks (aka Crane Flies) are not Mosquitos nor Hawks! They look like big mosquitos, but they don't even have a mouth. Pictures Below

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Volume 2 Masterpost ▴♥︎▴

They look kinda scary, but they fly like a drunk sailor and are really funny once you know they can't even hurt you.

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@kalivasquezart Here, have a Marble

This is a sculpture of Eight Marbles Cast in Stone, aka The Pioneer. I've wanted to do one of Kali Vasquez' scugs for a while, and finally got around to it this month. So here we are!

This is a base, as with all my other recent sculptures; once it's been fired, I'll give it a proper spear that also has the trademark wrapping near the top (it now has a kitchen skewer), add some details, and paint it.

This is largely done out of imagination, based off just a few references at first and then all the other bits of art I found as I kept sculpting. I do wish I could have made this a bit later given the most recent ArtFight reference (which is Great), and I made the neck too short, but Whatever- it's good enough.

Probably the most fun part of this to do was all the accoutrements, with the sling bag and belt pouches. Pretty self-explanatory why Marbles would want and like lots of pockets and things, but it also just seemed to go along well with her character, based on what I know. The gloves were also great; as I remarked to a friend while sculpting the last stages of this, I think this character has given me a love of heavy large-sleeved gloves.

I also quite enjoyed doing the braids. I in fact nearly did a sculpture of KV's Saint design at first, since Braids, but eventually decided on Marbles for a variety of reasons (including the volume of references). The head shape, though, was very hard to nail down, and I'm still not happy with it. Again, though- Whatever, I'm pleased enough with it for now.

Overall, I consider this a relatively rushed piece, but I'm very glad I was able to at least somewhat finish it. I feel I could do better given more than three weeks, but you know what, that's a good reason to do some of this artist's other designs, because they're Neat and I like them. Plus, again, some of them have Braids. So I make no promises to not do any of those in the future.

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LOVE YOUR ART SM

Had a silly thought, do Narinder's whiskers ever fall off? Does the Lamb stick em on his head like they're antenas like ppl luv doin' on tiktok lmao??

mmmmyeah :D After finding that out, they have been collecting his whiskers to put them in a tiny vase. Nari later on would add any stray whisker he'd find when Lamb wasn't looking.

ID text above and below as always. :)

[ID: A six page fan-comic of The Lamb and Narinder from the game Cult of the Lamb. Image 1: The Lamb is seen folding laundry before something catches their eye. They gasp in shock as they look down at Narinder's whisker. Image 2: They pick up the whisker with a joyful expression on their face. "Nari's whisker! I didn't think his were able to detach like this! I gotta start a collection." The Lamb then cuts themselves off, a lightbulb floats in front of them as they think of an idea. Then they look to the side, grazing Narinder's whisker on top of their nose as they smile big and say, "or." Image 3: Somewhere else, Narinder is seen in front of a tree whittling. His face is expressionless and content. The Lamb speaks to him off screen, "Narinder, do you have a moment?" He growls angrily and snaps his wooden project in half. He then points his whittling knife at them with his eyebrow raised. "Why do you haunt me with your presence today, Lamb? Image 4: The Lamb grins with their eyes squinted, looking up at him. "Oh I just wanted to see you. Nothing crazy." Narinder stares at the Lamb with sharp cat eyes before taking a step back. "That face. Why are you making that face?" He squints at them as he holds up his whittling knife. The Lamb tells him to "Stay still" before Narinder cuts them off saying, "Back demon!". Image 5: The Lamb places Narinder's whisker on top of his head while saying "Bloop!" The sudden gesture makes him flinch and tense up before he looks up at his detached whisker now on his head. The Lamb begins to hold back their laughter before asking, "What's wrong? You should keep the look!" And then nudges him. Narinder is silent as he grips onto his whittling knife while glaring at them. Image 6: Narinder fully turns his head towards the Lamb and grits his teeth, holding his knife up higher as he grumbles, "I hate you." The Lamb has tears in their eyes as they let out a long wheeze. End ID.]

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Went to take this picture of this insane bigfoot sex sign and only after opening my camera did i notice the entire flock of little chickens chilling in the dirt. life is good again

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I asked my friends what I should name them, and…

I introduce you Billy bob, fire and explosives specialist (who may or may not be a bot sympathizer and chaos diver.) Callsign is Body Burner. (My friend also wanted me to write him saying this.)

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My morning glory doesn’t like the wind chime

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Spartan Red Team's perspective must be fucking insane, they are like 21 years old tops in terms of wake time. They only experienced 5-6 years of the Covenant war. They are so young. They were frozen so long ago that Kurt was not only still alive but still running actively with the other Spartan-IIs when they were last awake.

The indoctrination is still so fresh and they don't have even half the wear and tear experienced by groups like Blue Team...

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yay I'm art fighting this year. fighting art even. https://artfight.net/~ratatosk777

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sometimes writing feels like dragging your brain across gravel. but at least the gravel is sparkly. and covered in metaphors.