SCP Foundation fanart. Rabbits and Cats. I’m doing this mainly for Sarah and Stuart though. (For the two pictures with words, I actually wanted to make a bad print or old photo kind of effect but I’m just not good at photoshop)

Have some bunnies! The rabbits included are: SCP-1818 - Flying Rabbits, Agent Sarah Crowely/Sari, SCP-524 - Walter the Omnivorous Rabbit, SCP-2999-A - Clovis, SCP-1793 - A Happy Bunny, SCP-1282 - Reverse Were-Rabbits, SCP-2036 - Fire Rabbits, SCP-1284-2, and SCP-1640 - Lunar Leporine.

Be a cat person! The cats on the scene are: SCP-1913-1 - Agatha/Agathos, SCP-247 - A Harmless Kitten, SCP-531 - Paired Brass Guard Cats, SCP-796 - River Cat, SCP-2999-B - Dr. Stuart Hayward/Suwaird, SCP-529 - Josie the Half-Cat, SCP-1619-2-C, SCP-511 - Basement Cat, and SCP-1797 - Kitten Flu.

This is a reusable condom dat[ing] back to 1640 and completely intact, as is its orginal users’ manual, written in Latin.

The manual suggests that users immerse the condom in warm milk prior to its use to avoid diseases.

The antique, found in Lund in Sweden, is made of pig intestine and was one of 250 ancient objects related to sex on display at the Tirolean County Museum in Austria in 2006.


Sacristy of the Monastery of Guadalupe, with the series of paintings by Francisco de Zurbarán 

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Georges de La Tour, The Penitent Magdalen c.1640

But many are convinced that there is some difficulty in knowing God, and even knowing what their soul is. The reason for this is that they never raise their minds above things which can be perceived by the senses… It seems to me that trying to use one’s imagination in order to understand these ideas is like trying to use one’s eyes in order to hear sounds…

René Descartes, Discourse on Method 1637

Sir Anthony van Dyck: The Prince of Orange and Mary Stuart, 1641.

William II, Prince of Orange, married Mary Henrietta, the daughter of Charles I of England, on May 2, 1641 at the Chapel Royal of Whitehall. He was not quite sixteen, she was nine and a half. The painting was possibly done before the marriage, earlier in the year.

This was one of the last pictures Anthony van Dyck painted, maybe even the last. In January, or in summer, of that year, he traveled to Paris, where he fell seriously ill. In November, he returned hurriedly to London, where he died soon after in his house at Blackfriars. He was forty-two years old.