#and they're so small and thin but they're there

[azrealini]

I think you're right about this being made to show off because, speaking from a nursing perspective, this thing would be a nightmare for patients and providers trying to give care. Some things I noticed were:

Patients who want to transfer from their bed to their chair can't do so on their own anymore. There's no armrest for them to support their own weight on if they're capable of self-transfers.

The aforementioned lack of support is a major issue; this wouldn't even be comfortable for an able-bodied person because you're constantly relying on your core strength and balance to move around. This would get uncomfortable and exhausting after a while.

Patients with a weakened core are not going to be able to steer this at all, and no one would be able to help them either because, well, no back or handles.

It seems difficult to steer, and you'd have to lean pretty far to steer it, which isn't going to work for people with musculoskeletal or neurological diagnoses. Hell, even the two people in this video seemed to have difficulty maneuvering it; notice how the video edits out the little cone agility course they set up.

It's large and cumbersome, making it hard for anyone to maneuver if they're not sitting in it. That means if, say, a patient wants to reposition it to get in more easily, they won't be able to do that. Would anyone be able to reposition it without needing to sit in it? It doesn't seem like you can.

Speaking of getting in it, I'd be terrified of a patient leaning too far back into it and falling right out of the chair. It's also pretty high up compared to a normal wheelchair, so they'd be falling backward onto their head from a higher point.

While the chair itself is large, the seat is actually pretty small. Very thin people would be able to sit in this chair but what about the other large percentage of wheelchair users who're overweight?

These are just what I could think of immediately off the top of my head, and I'm sure other things would make this dangerous. If this was made for anyone to actually use, it'd probably be the most able-bodied person who may have broken a leg, and, even then, this would be much more impractical than a pair of crutches. This was literally just Honda saying "Look what we can do!" with technology that's been around for years with hoverboards and wouldn't be suitable/usable for anyone. The people who'd buy and use this are the same people who'd drive a cybertruck.

[ticklingmesoftly]

Here's to the lees who aren't the "ideal." Who aren't insanely ticklish. Who don't have everyone, or anyone, drooling all over them and wanting to tickle them all day. Who don't have thin bodies, or good skin, or great hair. Who are so self-conscious that they don't post pics. Who don't have soft feet or a flat tummy or a proportionate figure. Who hate their smile and try to avoid showing it as much as possible. Who don't have a body small enough to wrap a hand around. Who have thick thighs and chubby tummies and noticeable body hair. Who don't have protruding hip bones to squeeze. Who aren't sensitive to every tool or every technique. Whose laughs aren't melodic or cute or sexy or "feminine enough" or "masculine enough." Who don't have reactions that people deem attractive. Who feel like they're too much or not enough or both, somehow. Who are tired of seeing everyone else look and sound so beautiful and sexy and desirable and perfect and wondering, "why not me? What have I done wrong and what can I do to be more like them?"

I don't want to say "you're all beautiful," because I don't know all of you and I think that would be insincere. But I see you. You are not alone.

[featherwurm]

In the Upper City Temple District of Baulder's Gate, on a cool and rainy day, a Selûnite monk finds a peaceful respite in his travel to the city at the Monastery of Helm, where he meets with the head monk of physical training (one of the leaders of the monastery) and one of his best pupils (and often assistant when she is not out wandering.) The monastery itself, a bustling enclave full of practitioners, students, and visitors, still has an aura of familiar, peaceful introspection about it, and their meeting over tea (a mild floral brew grown at the monastery itself) and snacks (small seed cakes and thin, crispy cookies also made there) is hopefully productive in whatever errand he has been sent for.

Farrow, a human man - is so in-tune to the flow of Ki in the world, that it overlays his vision in bright lines highlighting all living things (and many nonliving as well.) He blinds himself to the physical world so as to prevent migraines and confusion from the painful influx of information*. Zatavia (Tav), a tiefling woman, had been doing some training and teaching with other monks, but joins this meeting at her mentor's request, as he seems to put some good faith in her judgement and insight as well (even if she, herself is a little odd, darting away from eye contact, tail twitching (not in irritation) as they talk.)

Hector and Tav are interesting - both open-palm monks who take a lot of pride in the place they are from and where they learned to be who they are, and yet they couldn't have more different life experiences. Hector has lived his life almost entirely in a single place - ensconcing himself in study and practice. Tav, with an urban childhood, after years of monastic training, wanders the world, enjoying experience and freedom as she accomplishes various tasks for her monastery far from home. Tav is singularly a monk, Hector (eventually) branches his skills. Hector's faith and relationship to Selûne help inform his thoughts and action. Tav's extremely dim view Helm only provides her with an affirmed sense of self as her natural inclination is for fairness (she is far more chaotic good than lawful neutral - as is, quite honestly, the current thrust of her monastery. They're very 'one has a moral responsibility to disobey unjust laws' and are much more into the protection aspect of the god.)

I think, perhaps, in this time-out-of-time scenario, they may have a lot to talk about. Hector Carlisle is @blackjackkent's 'Tav', and you can read a full rundown of his run here (he's also a Karlach romance <3)

*Sample below the cut:

[asktheritochampion]

I’ve noticed that lots of your recent questions have been… quite violent. Either that or entirely nonsensical(*cough* Tulin *cough*). While those questions are quite interesting, and provide fascinating insight into many facets of your personality, I can’t imagine they’re easy to go through all day. As a return to the more mundane questions, what are your preferences towards baked goods? And are you aware of the other champion’s preferences?

I'll admit, it is a refreshing change to be asked something reltively mundane.

I personally don't eat a lot of baked goods, my diet is very protien and vegtable based to maintain by sleek and muscular form. However, I can appreciate Rito baking for special occations such as festivals and holidays.

My personal favourites of our traditional bakes are hot pepper windmills. They're a fairly simple butter pastry containing pepper jam and glazed in honey. Because Rito lack the heat/pain response from capsaicin, 'hot' peppers taste...well, just rather sweet and floral to us. Thus these pasteries are a sweet treat for Rito but almost inedible to most other races.

A few other worthy mentions would be bakes such as wildberry towers, which are small circles of fluffy vanilla cake filled with wildberries and jam. We grow a lot of wildberries in Hebra so wildberry cakes are fairly traditional at celebrations. We make them into thin, tall towers because Rito swalow our food whole and that's an easy shape for it.

There's also some fairly acceptable savoury bakes. A warrior pie is a pouch of shortcrust pastry filled with baked and spiced chicaloo nuts and acorns. Nuts are a very large part of the Rito diet and good for our digestion, and are a good sorce of protien in the winter when the meat is scarse. They're called warrior pies because they are sturdy for travel, keep for a long time, and are very dense to fill you up; so traditionally they're a food that warriors take with them into battle.

Then there's a baked good we Rito rather enjoy frightening Hylians with called a baked rat. Contrary to the name, it is not, in fact, a baked rodent. It's a sort of pancake-esq batter filled with finely chopped bird meat and potatos, usually coloured red with hot pepper juices, and glazed with a sugarcane shell and sprinkled with herbs. The gimick is that they 'burst' when you break them in half and look like the vicera of a dead animal, which is appealing to the preditor instincts of a Rito. The reason they became called baked rats is because during the harsh winters, sometimes bird meat would be scarce, and in times of famine when the Village has been unable to get meat, we've turned to other sorces of protien such as insects. For a long time it was traditional to add earth worms in replacement of meat, which people would tell their fledglings were 'rat tails' to make them seem less unapealing. It amuses me greatly that whenever a Hylian visits the village and see's a treat being consumed with the name 'baked rat' that the featherless blights tend to lose all color in their faces and make a hasty exit.

As for the other Champions, I'm unfamiliar with their preferences. Zora have a hard time processing a large amount of glutenous foods, thus most of their diet tends to avoid tabantha wheat. However I know Mipha has made cookies before using flour made from rice. I can't imagine Daruk eating many baked goods, as the Gorons typically consume mostly rocks. Due to my inability to enter Gerudo Town, I'm unaware of what foods are popular amongst the Gerudo, however I have seen Urbosa enjoy a variety of Hyllian bakes at the Castle.

Both the Princess and her little shadow practically gorge themselves on an enormous variety of baked treats when at the castle. There's forever servants rushing around, setting up lengthy tables with huge amounts of facinating foods - more than any one princess could ever eat. I couldn't name them all if I tried.

[eighthst4r]

Umbrella Boy | Han Jisung x Fem!Reader

"... a rich druggie?" She whispered to herself, before shaking her head to clear herself of those thoughts. It didn't matter. Because not only was this guy absolutely soaked; he was crying. Her skin crawled at the idea of walking up to a random stranger, but as she got a message from her Uber driver that her ride was around the corner, she felt secure enough to walk over. If she was stabbed? Fuck it, she'd at least have a ride to the hospital.

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The red, amber and green lights of the traffic pole caught the shine of nearby street lamps blearily. They reflected in shallow puddles and shop windows; stark contrast to the darkness of night blanketed atop the sky.

The odd car whirred past, thudding dull as it barreled over a speed bump, and the pitter-patter of rain was surprisingly loud in the quiet backroads of Cutter Lane.

Y/n's hands tightened around the handle of her umbrella and she shivered. Her dress, just below mid-thigh and admittedly thin in material despite it's Velvet nature, was definitely not made for cold English weather. But... she was just a girl and had attended the rock concert of one of her favourite bands an hour prior.

She checked her phone again, watching the 'minutes till arrival' label on her uber app with a frustrated glare. She'd walked a great deal away from the venue, even passing the O2 Arena (which still had it's own concert on at the time) in an effort to miss that flux of rockers calling for ubers themselves. However, it seems her plan failed.

The uber was still five minutes away and the clock refused to budge down.

She was half beginning to think her app had broken or something, and readied herself to work up the courage to text the driver, but her silent contemplation was broken by the sounds of quiet whimpering. Turning on her heel, her eyes raved hesitantly over the expanse of street. In truth, she was half expecting it to be some city fox or a homeless person shifting in their sleep, but she instead found them settling on a hunched figure.

First thought...

It's a druggie.

She whirled back around as soon as possible, eyes tightly closed in an attempt to make herself invisible. She learn well enough growing up not to interact with random men that were making weird as fuck noises on the streets. Often they're high on something.

Just ignore him, Y/n and he'll leave you alone...

But, as she stood, stiff as a board under a street lamp, she felt guilt creep up to her.

The guy didn't even have an umbrella... He seemed to just ignore the water soaking him - despite not having exactly perfect attire for the weather.

He'll catch a cold at this rate.

She winces, craning her neck to see through the onslaught of rain, trying to ignore the soreness in her fingers around the umbrella handle as the tips turn red from the cold.

Actually... maybe he wasn't some dangerous guy, high as a kite, at all. His hair was a dark blue, wet so perhaps a lighter shade, and he wore an expensive pair of Chanel earrings, paired with a thick Balenciaga choker. His jacket was fluffed, the brand she couldn't really tell, and his shoes were those thick platform sneakers she sees cool University students walk around in.

"... a rich druggie?" She whispered to herself, before shaking her head to clear herself of those thoughts.

It didn't matter.

Because not only was this guy absolutely soaked; he was crying.

Her skin crawled at the idea of walking up to a random stranger, but as she got a message from her Uber driver that her ride was around the corner, she felt secure enough to walk over.

If she was stabbed? Fuck it, she'd at least have a ride to the hospital.

So, wordlessly, she walked towards the man. His sobs were more apparent the closer she got, the type that wrack your entire body in small jumps. As she stood there, about a foot away from where he sat, she hummed slightly to get his attention - a broken and admittedly off tune sound that made her wince in embarrassment.

Her throat must still be a little sore from screaming her head off at the concert.

He jumped, body taking a screen shot as his face snapped up to hers, hands that were once over his face slamming down to his thighs with a definitively-not-dry thud. His eyes were wide and dark brown, the image of a cornered rabbit flashing inside Y/n's mind eye. Smudged makeup was around them, the shine of a lipgloss somehow still intact on his heart-shaped lips.

His face was all soft edges and manic sorrow.

He was... pretty.

More than pretty.

Y/n felt her face heat up, damning her own attraction for now making her feel heaps more uncomfortable, and she swallowed thickly. She thrust out her arm straight as an arrow, umbrella still in hand but now positioned over his head, and calmed her breathing.

"Cheer up," she smiled lopsidedly, cursing in her mind at how demanding that must've sounded.

He didn't reply, eyes still wide and trained on hers, before they dragged themselves to where the umbrella was lent to him. There was a moment of silence where he went to grab it, before hesitating and looking to Y/n.

A more polite smile now graced her face and she nodded to him.

His fingers gently grasped the handle above her own hand, pinky finger lightly brushing against her pointer. The touch was near-unfelt due to how cold both their fingers were, but it still managed to allow butterflies invasion rights to her stomach.

Once she thought he had a good grip, she unfurled her fingers and stepped back.

Y/n watched as he lifted it so that it was more securely over his head and the way that, as he looked back to her, he now seemed more concerned for her and how she was dressed in this weather than he was. She was mostly dry, of course, and perhaps the umbrella wouldn't do much for him due to the fact he's already soaked through, but it's the thought that counts... right?

Rain was now beginning to dampen her clothing, low porosity hair thankfully saving her from looking like a drowned cat immediately and embarrassing her further, but there was definitely sweat on the back of her neck underneath it.

Fucking hell, can't she converse with a cute guy and not need five cans of deodorant please?

"Thank you..." a tight, slightly accented voice croaked out.

Those damn butterflies moved their troops to gather in her chest and she nodded to him, an acknowledgement of his... acknowledgement.

A beep sounded out between them and it took everything in Y/n not to yell out in alarm. The man with the umbrella wasn't so lucky, letting out a small 'Yah!' as he jumped in his seat.

Her uber was parked around the corner.

Shoulders deflating slightly, she looked up from her phone and to the boy on the bench. Tear streaks still shined down his round cheeks and he sniffled slightly to clear his nose. His eyes look at her as if she's some sort of anomaly, eyes still wide and jaw tight as he tries to stop himself from crying again. It, admittedly, makes a part of her cringe at being placed so highly, not liking eye contact too much.

She was hesitant to leave someone clearly this distraught alone... but it's truly none of her business why he's like this to begin with. And he's not exactly talkative...

She's not sure exactly what... but something tells her he'll be okay.

"You'll be alright, yeah?" Y/n smiled softly, feeling her phone vibrate in her hand again, before inclining her head to one side and waving a small goodbye.

Almost in a daze, the pretty boy waved back. He seemed to want to say something more, his mouth opening slightly to perhaps ask her name, but Y/n was late enough as it is and needed to get enough sleep for her opening shift tomorrow. Talking to a cute, sad guy she gave her umbrella to just wasn't the priority. Turning around, her heeled shoes clacked in staccato against the concrete pavement as she walked around the corner; her right arm outstretched as she sent a thumbs up to her driver and his parked car.

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The rain drops against the umbrella in the man's hand were all he was left with as he watched the kind girl in a black dress disappear into the London backdrop.

EighthSt4r: Hiya! Thank you for reading! I actually posted a rougher, unedited version of this short fic on an old account on ao3 a few months ago, but I lost my password (doh!) and recently fell in love with Tumblr's layouts 😅 Please tell me what you think, if you'd like more, and requests are always open!💘

[lexydakitten]

rot rot rot rot ... this particular kind infests the grounds of my iterator oc one step ahead / osa, and inevitably him as well. time for me to ramble yayy yayy

meant to post this earlier i just was fussing over names. i have concluded that the colloquial name for all these together is inflorescence longlegs because that means that i still get to use the acronym ILL and thats cool i thinks. proto-rot is creeping longlegs, then in order of size smallest to largest is sprout longlegs, flowering longlegs, and wilting longlegs. they're a sort of mutated vine, one which was pretty common on osa's grounds, but he got just a Little screwed over by astronomically low odds. vine turned into rot naturally as certain background environmental conditions on his grounds make that something that happens from time to time (in more than just vines - any organism). the atypical and astronomically low odds part comes from the fact that it did not resolve itself, because when this occurs on his grounds it's usually such a small sample produced that quickly dies or is otherwise destroyed. in this case, by the time it becomes noticeable to him, it's already grown too quickly to be easily fixed.

because of it occurring naturally, a lot of properties and behaviors are retained from what it was originally. this is mostly because it's scarier that way and i made osa for me to project my nightmares onto👍

for visual - osa's grounds are mostly a tight thicket of bushes and shrubs that are adapted to a higher latitude environment. the thicket provided a fair amount of shelter for the ILLs until the infestation had a sizeable population. a common behavior seen in all ILL specimens, proto or not, is that they try to climb up other plants as they infest them, something retained from being a vine. additionally, when they have infested a significant amount of one shrub, they will start trying to spread to find another by growing on the ground in arches (top right) which is another thing based off of certain vines. they're green because they also can still photosynthesize, though because of high energy needs this is only sustainable for smaller specimens and really only means they can survive longer in a starving state. also, they're very thorny, which makes mobile cysts move slower, and they typically prefer not to move much anyways aside from the wilting longlegs. because they originate from a plant, they're all weaker physically, i think a sprout longlegs you could probably spear to death very easily in one cycle if you had enough spears to expend, and none of them are explosive resistant. fighting any of them with explosives in a particularly large thicket of rot though (or a wilting long legs) is something i would not advise though ;3c.

while slls are parallel to blls, flls to dlls, etc, there's a few distinctions worth making. sprout longlegs and flowering longlegs are very small, with sprout longlegs being probably roughly a bit larger than the size of a squidcada and flowering longlegs being the size of blls or a small dll. wilting longlegs are dll/tll sized. flowering longlegs don't break down into sprout longlegs when starving either (though a wilting longlegs may break down into a group of flowering longlegs), and they occur differently. sprout longlegs are commonly found outside of or on the edge of rot thickets and are common in clusters, as they are all cysts that were broken off the main patches by rain, and very few became mobile through normal means. sprout longlegs are though, like blls, completely senseless, and they don't pose a significant threat - i like to imagine they do have a tendency to fall when they start moving as they have the least amount of thorns though, so the majority of their threat comes from falling from above. flowering longlegs occur via normal means, just cysts that became mobile. they have the ability to hear, and in particularly heavy thickets of creeping longlegs they can also have what is effectively telepathy. think orange lizard. wilting longlegs are similar to flowering longlegs here, they're just much much larger cysts that became mobile, in some instances they may even be cysts that have completely consumed a shrub or bush and then became mobile, hence their size.

wilting longlegs.. :3. they can hear, and regardless of where they are, they're large enough to exhibit telepathy towards each other. wilting longlegs are the most aggressive as their ability to photosynthesize is entirely unsustainable for them - a sprout longlegs will last fine consuming things minimally, a flowering longlegs can last though will eventually start starving, wilting longlegs MUST consume however. their size and energy need is too costly and they're practically always on the edge of a starving state. an additional ability is that their toxicity is extremely concentrated - all ILLs produce toxins, as the vine they originate from did. in most instances, it only becomes a significant threat when consuming them. sprout longlegs are a similar effect to the ingame mushroom effects, flowering longlegs would be similar to the effects hunter experiences when rotting. wilting longlegs, due to their size, produce it the most, and it becomes dangerous to creatures that are grabbed by them. because they are covered in it, even if the creature breaks free, they will experience effects of the toxin shortly after. it's not life-threatening, but it would cause temporary immobility, like spitter spider spit does, alongside the psychoactive effects. wilting longlegs are escapable, but they present a greater hazard than a tll does.

said effects also apply to iterators. which osa learns pretty hard. because he can't ever find a fix to the issue, and his group members become too scared to put effort into helping him, he ends up having to deal with it alone. and the infestation reaches him initially through his intake system, but he can flush it out to prevent it from taking hold. it still damages his systems when it does get in, in very small amounts, and the damages accumulate until there's nothing he can do about it getting in. as more and more rot grows and damages him, he also becomes poisoned by it, and suffers from that as well. and the entire time he's terrified of it, even before it starts reaching him, that combined with the negligence of his group members is why he's a vicious jerk. not evil but he isn't in his right mind from the pressure of how terrifying his situation is from his perspective + inevitably becoming sick too. he was pretty unremarkable before, especially considering he's the oldest one in his group - i'd say senior but i'm still not sure if that's a fanon thing or not? i dont wanna accidentally take someone else's ideas by referring to him as that lol

but. i figured i'd make this as a reference and then also as an excuse to ramble about my nightmares goober🙌yay. it didnt make sense to not have significant depth to the nightmare-inspired parts so i fixed it :3

nvm just remembered the thing i forgot to put. also while their starving colors are not shown here, they shift into a more autumnal/stressed set of colors and become significantly lighter and more desaturated as well. wilting longlegs are the ones you'd find with these colors most often and they're already somewhat adjacent to it. just cuz i think it's cool

[jeanjauthor]

Joseph Davidovits, a French materials scientist considered to be one of the fathers of modern geopolymer materials...literally the fancy granite countertops people love to install in many expensive home kitchens...has already proven the chain of activities (and the chemistry!!) that the limestone blocks in the pyramids are artificial limestone that was chemically created and cast in place, resulting in blocks that look very similar to real limestone blocks...but which aren't.

He also proved that granite can be made in this exact same way. What is granite? A collage of small to large crystals. What holds artificial granite together? A binding material that is less than 5% of the mass, and which is very difficult to discern between the crystals, because it is extremely thin and mixed in with a lot of granite mineral dust.

But it can be done. With cement. The same stuff that is used in mortar and concrete. Modern geopolymer materials can use acrylics and so forth (epoxy, superglue, etc), but it can also be done with the same chemicals that are used in making the artificial limestone blocks, which can be made with just Bronze Age tools, and either a ready supply of soft limestone (which is on/near the site of the pyramids complex), or with ashes from fireplaces.

Why ashes? Well, we know that ashes can be used to make the quicklime / slaked lime needed to make cement. And Egyptologists have uncovered and deciphered orders from the priests in the earlier eras of ancient Egypt that all kitchen ashes from all households were to be donated to the priests for Mysterious Purposes...but were they really that mysterious, when we know that wood ashes can be turned into the binder for making concrete?

As for how things were sculpted like the granite statues, when the geopolymer mixture is in what ceramics would call the "leather-hard stage," it can be sculped and shaped very easily. It can even be polished by wetting the surface and rubbing it with a hand or with a scrap of burnished leather...just like concrete can be smoothed and polished when it's in a semi-dried state. Just like clay can be smoothed in this way.

It could even be burnished as it dries harder and harder, just like drying clay, causing all the crystals at the surface of the geopolymer granite conglomerate to align and flatten out, creating a more glossy surface. Will that polish the stone completely? No, but it's like using a rasp or a file on a bit of rough wood. Once you use the rasp or file, then you switch to the sandpaper to give it that last polish. Only in this case, it would be a fine grit rubbed on the statue with water or grease to act as a polishing rouge.

Of course, it would be expensive to make an entire statue out of something that could slump while it was still drying, so the sculptors would have used stone blocks for the main body of the statues and sculptures, and then applied a coating on top of the artificial granite.

These are the Colossi of Memnon. They were made in the same way, but you can clearly see blocks of stone inside the statues, yet smooth exteriors on the intact portions, where you don't see any joinery cracks from the blocks...but they're there, underneath. That little one in the middle, you can literally see how sections of it are smooth on the outside, but clearly made of different hued blocks on the inside, where the outer coating has cracked away. They were all smooth on the outside because they were coated in artificial granite, which would have given the exteriors a uniform appearance (though they were probably also heavily painted).

The Ancient Romans were not the first people to come up with concrete. They were merely the first to write about it. And even then, they took so many things for granted that we didn't even know that the water they used for seaside concrete structures was the seawater right there, not freshwater, which is one of the things that allowed their seaside concrete structures to survive saltwater erosion. (It has to do with the osmotic pressure; if you use freshwater in your concrete, the salt in the body of water next to it will try to equalize with the non-salty structure beside it, pushing its way into the concrete. When it dries and crystalizes, you get spalling and cracking issues. If you use the local water that's literally right there, it's the same general salinity, so there's not nearly as many osmotic equilibrium issues.)

Prior to that point, concrete, cement, and mortar were considered a royal / holy / mystical (trade) secret. ("But Jean, what about all those commoners' buildings?" "Mud bricks use mud for mortar, just like any adobe building anywhere around the world. Then they just plastered over it...but what is plaster, hmmmmm? It's cement. Frikking cement.")

Anyway, I think what you'll find is the reason why "the rock levitates with sound" isn't actually the sound so much as the air pressure caused by the digeridoo being played. The rock doesn't levitate until it's inside the pipe far enough to get sucked up off the ground.

Show me a rock floating from pure sound that's been aimed at it a full 1 meter away from any air-moving pipes, and then I'll consider "sound" as a levitation option.

Sound can rock things, because sound moves air. But anything loud enough to move a 1 ton block of limestone absolutely would shatter any nearby humans' health.

Nope. Artificial limestone, through geopolymer processes. It's already been proven, with all the chemical steps already laid out, with blocks crafted in Franch that look exactly like the pyramid blocks, with the same "precise joints" as the pyramid blocks...because concrete contracts ever so slightly as it dries. But only barely enough to not even insert a credit card into those joint-cracks.

The Egyptian Pyramids were built with sound???

from miniminuteman

[extemporary-username]

Small update cause it's my blog and I do what I want

[bunnyboy-juice]

NO MORE ASSOCIATING THINGS WITH FEMMES ONLY BECAUSE THEY ARE PINK!HYPERFEM FEMMES ARE GREAT AND I LOVE YOU CAMPY FEMMES WHO EMBODY PINK BUT ALSO JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU GUYS NOT GO MORE THAN ONE DAY W/O TRYING TO SHOEHORN FEMMES INTO BEING ONLY PINK UWU BABIES. I AM FEMME AS IN GRASS AS IN DIRT AS IN TREE BARK AS IN WEEDS SPROUTING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK CEMENT. FEMME AS IN GENDER NONCONFORMITY AS IN FUCK YOU MY FEMININITY IS WHAT *I* SAY IT IS. FEMME AS IN DEPTH AND DARKNESS AND WARMTH AND TERROR. FEMME AS IN CAVES. FEMME AS IN LIGHTNING. FEMME AS IN AN AMALGAMATION OF TRAITS THAT I HAVE DECIDED ARE FEMININE REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOCIETY SAYS. FUCK IS IT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND?!???

[mewkwota]

Obviously I forgot how to draw Lan again, so I am drawing Lan again. I also tried to brush-up his bangs so the Hikari symbol on his headband is actually visible.

There is also a cut-up thing following this previous post.

[hella1975]

so there's a reason my new job got back to me so quickly about my application and that's bc it's an absolute fucking shambles like actually perfect timing for me to decide to rewatch the bear bc i have never more felt like ive been thrown into a broke on-its-knees establishment trying to crawl its way up the ladder where i am somehow a godsend to them. my old job was crazy and shambolic in the sense that the industry is just Like That but this one?????? insanity. every 5 mins i am questioning what im doing with my life. ive already had a walk-in fridge moment

[dimdiamond]

My attempt to draw my headcanons for their body types (and their thoughts on them lol)

In which they're flirting:

In which they ask the wrong question:

The writing under the cut

Haddock's thought for Tintin: Blistering Barnacles! Look at him! He's like a Greek god sculptured by Michelangelo! Hiding such a fit body under his buggy clothes... and his abs... and his freckles... HE HAS FRECKLES EVERYWHERE! GOD! ARCHIE! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! How do I dare standing next...

Tintin's thought for Haddock: Would.

Chang's thought for Chester: Good Heavens! All this muscle and fat and hair... and I lack all of them! I must look so ridiculous next to him... He is the epitome of handsomeness! Bet he doesn't even look at me as a man... more likely as a toothpick...

Chester's thought for Chang: *Error 403*

Chester: Hey! You lost weight! Good for you!

Haddock: Thanks! I'm glad all this running and chasing benefited me somewhere!

Chang: You have no hair!

Tintin: Shut up! You don't either!

Chang: At least mine is visible!

Tintin: You have no muscle!

Chang: I can still kick your bony ass!

Tintin: I don't get it! We're both red-haired! Why yours are visible?

Chester: Maybe because my red is darker and yours is more like strawberry blonde?

Tintin: What are you saying? Strawberries aren't blonde!

Chester: ...Have you ever been to a hairdresser...

Haddock: EAT SOMETHING! WHY ARE YOU STARVING YOURSELF?!

Chang's thought: I'M ALREADY EATING SO MUCH! SHUT UP! STOP ADDING SALT IN MY WOUND!

[hylianengineer]

So I stupidly bought cookies without checking if they had dairy in them, discovered I fucked up, and then ate them anyway. That was Fuck Up #2 because now the Symptoms are kicking my ass and making me feel like dinosaurs are after me. My immune system sure is great!

[princeof-flowers]

I'm up to 200lbs now. Kinda hard to believe but wyd

[xanaxspritz]

ʜᴏᴡ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴊᴊᴋ ᴍᴀɴ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇꜱ: ᴀ ᴄᴜᴍ ᴀɴᴀʟʏꜱɪꜱ.

thank u @slvttyplum for encouraging me to finish this <3

cw: cum fetish lol afab!reader, chubby!reader

ɢᴏᴊᴏ

thin and milky. selfishly, he prefers cumming on your face, smearing his fat tip across your lip, milking every last drop out to paint your pretty face. he is highkey into cum play, and will takes pictures of your cum covered face (with your consent of course!) to save for later.

ɢᴇᴛᴏ

fairly thick. he loves giving backshots so 90% of the time its on your ass. however the times when it's its not on your ass he loves watching you swallow every last drop of his essence. he has you trained to swallow every time his cock his down your throat.

ᴛᴏᴊɪ

thick and potent. this father of the year's seed is most likely to get you pregnant. his breeder balls are heavy and big, just full of so much cum ready to unload inside you. when he fucks you can feel his balls slamming against you. he prefers not wear a condom because he claims that they're "too small" for him no matter the size.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ

opaque and milky. unsurprisingly, the thought of having a family with you turns him on, so he likes to finish inside you whenever he can. he never thought he was enjoy such an irresponsible act until he met you, with you're wide hips and full breasts. you were the definition of breedable material.

ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ

thin and pearly. but when we cums, he cums a lot, kind of like a fountain. this man whimpers and moans like crazy when he reaches the finish line and is always apologizing for the mess he's made :(

[miserye]

brussels are so good