Please look at the native range of this truly rare tree called Florida Torreya...how did you even make it
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Children, this is dirt.
dirt?dirt? dirt?dirt? dirt?dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt? dirt?
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"The pull of this rift is still trying to suck you in."
I drew this AGES ago and just never finished it bc I got stuck on the background. Y'all remember adventure zone???
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you can't comprehend how much this image means to me... my beautiful darling wizard. he is broken and dirty and grizzled and furious. he got crushed by a washing machine. his robe is ruined, his thighs are out. shit just got REAL. this has derailed my entire day
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After more than a year I’ve finished the letters of my cross-stitch. It was mostly stitched on the subway during my commute. It’s been my constant companion for months. I don’t want to let it go, but also I’m not sure how to continue yet.
I was powered by spite about how often astr*l*gy comes up in my circles, and I’m not sure a different project would entertain me as much. Though I do love the feeling of cross-stitching.
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I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???
This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.
They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.
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Couldn’t sleep the other day. Drew one of my favorite scenes
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sometimes it’s better refrain from deep introspection and allow yourself to just be.
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