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jayrockin:

After so many years of disliking centaurs for being impractically designed, I thought of a design that actually makes them look like functional organisms! And now I love them!!!

Their hands have two thumbs, and can be used in walking and running just like the other limbs. The smaller centaurs have dexterous toes on all of their limbs, but in the higher weight classes, gripping ability on the back four legs is sacrificed in order to better support the body while standing. The central limbs are set wider than the fore and hind limbs to prevent collision when all six are being used in locomotion.

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#centaur #art #neat

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littlemissmutant:

hi tumblr would you like to hear the bedtime story that Alex made up for me on the bus home

So there’s this princess, and some dudebro prince wants to marry her and stuff, because that’s how these things work out. Dudebro’s like “I love you! Let’s get married!” and she’s like “Ew.” And he’s mad because she Just Doesn’t Realize how much he Really Truly Loves and Deserves her! so he pays an unscrupulous witch to put a curse on her so that she will fall into a deep sleep and only true love’s kiss will be able to wake her up.

So the princess falls into a big old sleep and her family is like Oh no! and they summon the best doctors, who gather around her and keep her in a big clean room and try to figure out what do. and her friends leave her flowers and her little dog sits outside the door and whines, and she doesn’t wake up. And then dudebro prince comes in like <ahem> “OH HEY LET ME TRY SOMETHING MAYBE IT WILL WORK” and he pecks her on the lips and like, she doesn’t wake up. Because he doesn’t love her. He doesn’t even know her. He just loves the idea of marrying a princess.

But now she’s still asleep and everyone’s out of ideas and the witch won’t even give Dudebro his money back because like, hey, the curse worked, he was the one who fucked up. Everyone is so sad because they can’t help the princess! Then one day her little dog squeezes past one of the doctors and runs into her room, jumps on her bed and licks her face. The princess wakes up.

Unfortunately she still has some lingering curse narcolepsy and will sometimes fall into an enchanted sleep while she’s trying to go about her business, so her dog becomes a service dog and his job is to give her kisses whenever she needs the spell to be broken again.

And they live happily ever after!

Service dog! Whose task is to give kisses!

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#fairy tales #adorable

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nenya-kanadka:

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jadesabre301:

robin williams say it ain’t so

WHAT NOOOOOO

My first thought was “Oh god, what terrible thing did he say?”.

Then I saw that the next post on my dash was also about Robin Williams, and while the main body of that post was even less informative, it was tagged “death tw”.

And I was like, “Oh”.

I checked Google News to make sure I’d understood it right. Here’s what I found.

Same here. And this is the article I found in the National Post (pretty good I thought, though scads of pictures if that’s a bandwidth problem  for you).

I think I did know he’d dealt with depression over the years, so on that level I had context for it. But still. :-(

#watched a lot of his movies with my parents when we were first exploring popular culture #after living under a fundie Christian rock for years #fuck now I’ve gotta tell my mom #:( (nenya-kanadka)

After posting it, I went upstairs to tell my own mom. She’d already heard. When I went back to the living room, I tried telling my brother and found that he’d already heard too. Word gets around fast.

Mom and I have decided that we are going to watch Jumanji in his honour tomorrow, assuming we can figure out how to re-arrange the wires to get our currently unplugged VHS player hooked up again.

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#reply via reblog #Robin Williams #death #suicide

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justice-turtle:

jadesabre301:

robin williams say it ain’t so

WHAT NOOOOOO

My first thought was “Oh god, what terrible thing did he say?”.

Then I saw that the next post on my dash was also about Robin Williams, and while the main body of that post was even less informative, it was tagged “death tw”.

And I was like, “Oh”.

I checked Google News to make sure I’d understood it right. Here’s what I found.

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#Robin Williams #death #suicide #I haven’t seen that much of his stuff #but I did love Jumanji #*sigh*

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wtfevolution:

“I miss dinosaurs.”

“Evolution, we’ve talked about this.”

“But I miss them.”

“You turned them into birds, remember? It was the best you could do, given the circumstances.”

“It’s not the same.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least make these cassowaries 50 feet tall?”

“Come on, you know that size didn’t work out so well before.”

“Six feet, then? And over 100 pounds?”

“Yeah, that sounds better.”

“And can I put weird prehistoric crests on their heads?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“And can they slash people’s throats with their dagger claws?”

“Sure, pal, if that would make you feel better.”

“I think it would. Thanks for understanding.”

“You got it, evolution. Anytime.”

Source: Wikimedia Commons / Bjørn Christian Tørrissen

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Prosopagnosia Dream

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dhalim:

The dream itself was kinda ridiculous. I was among a group of magicians who was having to battle an invading magician army from taking over this labyrinth-like town, and battle was supposed to happen outside the city gates which were at least 30 feet tall. However, the gates were set up on an incomplete grid just outside the town, and in my dream, it made complete sense that if someone was having trouble defending one side, we just moved it further back and defended it there (??? I don’t get it either). Anyway, we took our positions on top of the gate, balancing on what was ultimately this fence only a couple inches across, and somehow expecting to throw magic down at the invaders? Except the invaders wound up coming up to us, and I was forced down to ground-level where the invading force was closing in.

I ran off to the side, to this little shack and on my way, I nearly ran into a woman who had bleach blond dread locks, who I didn’t recognise. Looking at her, I couldn’t decide if she was friend or foe, but when I didn’t attack, she kept running. The battle was hardly fierce, mostly just people running around, and I can’t be sure if I actually saw a face, or just dread locks and told myself a face was somewhere in there because it was supposed to be. Either way, in the dream itself, I suddenly felt overwhelmed because I literally couldn’t tell if anyone running around me as I went into the shack to hide was on my side or the invading side, and I didn’t want to attack anyone in case I guessed wrong. What if someone attacked me and they just couldn’t tell if we were on the same side or not, and I defended myself and killed them?

Worst of all, when I entered the shack, the man inside told me to get back out there and defend the town, but I couldn’t because I no longer knew who I was defending, and had to try to explain my perceived cowardice. I wound up waking up half way through my crap explanation, but I tried for several minutes to go back to sleep so I could finish telling him why. Sometimes dreams really suck.

And that is why we invented military uniforms.

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#after a while of population growth battles get to be large enough that even non-prosos can’t keep track of who’s on their side #prosopagnosia #tales from the prosopagnosia tag #reply via reblog #embarrassment squick