Sometimes you need to just sit outside, stare at a tree, and remember that God created all of this.
It’s good for the soul.
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tried to make this one look a little less stylized compared to my other art
based on a joe bowler painting
idk, Nightmarebug lol, In which the Miraculous turn you into a cryptid
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more arms=better hugs
some of you are miserable because you’re mean. like you’re just mean to people and things
“why don’t i have any friends” because you are mean
this can be fixed at least in part very easily though! just stop being mean. i believe in all of you 👍
‘but i’m not mean’ ok, cool! do you:
- point out people’s mistakes and failures to them? in front of others?
- belittle their accomplishments and successes? in front of others?
- make fun of people and laugh at them? in front of others?
- do all this secretly to your ‘friends’ because friendship means being able to ‘joke around with’ each other, or ‘be brutally honest’ with each other?
- bring up past grievances with people over and over until they’ve apologized ‘enough’, or just to shut down arguments with them, or get out of conversations you don’t want to have?
- refuse to do favors for people? like when you feel they haven’t ‘earned’ your time or effort? or at all because you don’t want to be ‘taken advantage’ of?
- try to get out of paying your share of bills, doing your share of chores? spend time figuring out exactly how little you can contribute to groups in terms of time, effort, and money, without anyone noticing or getting too mad at you?
- get angry and jealous when people are happy about things that don’t concern you? get angry and jealous when people pay attention to each other and not you?
- spend any amount of time ‘getting even’ with people?
THIS BEHAVIOR IS MEAN.
you might feel like you’re a perfectly nice person who cares a lot about people but also speak your mind and take no shit! but if you do any of this stuff, people won’t like you anymore, because it fucking sucks to be around you. you suck to interact with. no one fucking likes being mocked, criticized, picked on, upstaged, pushed around, mooched off, or revenged upon. they will, if they have any self-respect at all, avoid you.
the worst case scenario actually isn’t that you end up alone. it’s that you end up with other people who are just as mean as you are, and you all mutually tear each other to pieces on your way to drug addictions, losing all your money and property and kids, and jail time. this happens a lot, i have seen it go down, and it’s not fun even for bystanders. please consider putting the time and effort in to be nice, instead.
A lot of people need to hear this.
My 3 rules for life are:
Find something to like about everybody
I know, this sounds sappy and ridiculous. But I’m serious. Yes, even the guy hogs your parking space. Yes, even the bitch at the library. I’m not saying you have to like everyone; I’m saying you should like at least one thing about everyone. (Maybe that guy wears great looking ties. Maybe Library Bitch is also super funny. Whatever it is.) This will make your life much, much easier; you’ll find that people you don’t like are a bit more tolerable, and people you’re neutral towards are a bit pleasant to be around. It’ll also make you less mean! People can often tell when you don’t like them, whether you think your dislike is justified or not, and if you can find at least one think to like about them then you’ll find that you interactions with them are more pleasant for both of you! It also makes it easier not to be mean to people behind their backs; you can talk about that dude’s cool ties instead of expressing your frustration by finding something mean to say! If you feel the need to compliment them, you have a ready, completely sincere compliment topic! And, most importantly, it develops critically important mental habits on not being mean. If you get into the habit of finding something to like about every new person you meet, you’ll develop a nicer and more appreciative outlook. You’ll start new relationships off on the right foot and get better at seeing the good in people generally! These mental habits are a great shield against falling into the opposite habit, of amusing yourself by finding things to look down on or talking behind people’s backs about negative things. (Obviously, you should also find something you like about all of your friends.)
Obey the Campground Rule in all things
The Campground Rule is the rule of courtesy when camping on public land: leave your campsite better than you found it. You’re a guest on the land, so be courteous. Don’t leave rubbish, and if you find other people’s rubbish, pick it up; make it so that you being there improved the campsite.
Leave it better than you found it.
I found that my life improved dramatically when I made it a rule to employ the campground rule in all things. Staying at a friend’s place? Leave it cleaner than when you arrived. Hanging out with some people? Leave them happier than when you arrived. Wasting an afternoon on Tumblr dot com? Write or reblog something funny, be friendly to other people; improve other peoples’ experiences.
You don’t have to do fix everything. You’re not a superhero and you’re not expected to be. But if you get into the habit of improving everything just a little bit, this will make your life better in a variety of ways. Like the first rule, this has some immediate benefits in that it makes you more pleasant to be around and other people will want to be around you/help you more, but the real benefit is in forming mental habits; if you focus more on the challenge of ‘how can I improve this a little bit?’ then you’re not focusing on unhelpful shit like ‘am I coming out of this ‘on top’ by getting away with not paying/doing my share?’ or ‘how can I get the most out of this for me, personally?’ or ‘oh, did that guy put in less work than me? I think he did! I’m gonna investigate that so I can complain about it if I’m right!’ Unless you’re being regularly taken advantage of (in which case this isn’t the advice you need), these thought patterns are unhelpful. Focusing on the Campground Rule is better for your mental health and your personality.
Before engaging, ask: ‘Do I want to escalate this’?
Do you really want to bring up some random shit your friend did a year ago that nobody can do anything about now? Why? Just to make them feel bad? Is that going to accomplish anything?
Do you really want to anonymously message that dude who said something that pissed you off on the internet? Why? Is pissing him off too going to help anything?
Do you really want to respond to that inflammatory post and get into a six hour pointless argument? Do you really want to turn to your friend and make fun of that woman who just walked past, starting an incredibly witty Diss Conversation that’s just you and your friend being mean for four hours? Do you want to post that angry screed online? Do you want to criticise your cousin’s pronunciation of ‘lieutenant’ at the dinner table?
Maybe you do in the moment, but what you say has consequences. Do you really want to escalate this, rather than just letting it go?
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Anonymous asked:
Tumblr is so fun bc someone will blog something like “tummy ache: 2 dead 3 injured” and you look on there profile and they’re 29yrs of age
do you have a problem with our aging populace having tummy aches. are our senior citizens just a joke to you
The other day, I went down the rabbit hole of "cute donkeys" and came up with my head full of things I didn't know about mules (the hybrid offspring of a horse and a donkey), and why they were once so coveted as work animals.
Brace for info dump, while enjoying this lovely photo of a trio of draft mules.
The explanation is hybrid vigour, when hybrid offspring have enhanced traits compared to its parents:
Mules are stronger, hardier, healthier, have better enduranve, harder hooves, sturdier skin and can handle extreme weather better than horses or donkeys. They are also more patient, more intelligent, and easier to handle than either of their parent species. Horses may be faster, but that's about the single thing they're better at than a mule of the same size.
So mules, being all around nicer to work with and getting you more work for the same amount of feed, and with less hassle, were preferred for just about every job purpose.
Habby du Magnou, a Poitevin Mulassier mare, and her daughter Lady du Magnou, a rare Poitevin mule
But since horses have 64 chromosomes and donkeys have 62, mules end up with 63 chromosomes, which means they are almost invariably sterile. That's because biology gets very confused when trying to split an uneven number of chromosomes neatly in half to create germ cells. There are a few documented exceptions of fertile mule mares (never stallions), but they are very, very rare. So you have to keep crossbreeding the two parent species to produce them, usually by breeding a donkey sire (jack) to a horse dam (mare). This is because it's easier for a 32 chromosome egg to incorporate a 31 chromosome sperm into a viable zygote (fertilised egg) than vice versa.
Because of this, there was (and still is) in France a breed of absolutely massive draft horses, the Poitevin Mulassier, and a breed of big-ass donkeys (pun intended, but honestly, it's arguably the largest donkey in the world, and it's shaggy like Highland cattle), the Baudet du Pitou, two breeds whose main purpose was to breed the enormous and super-strong Poitevin mule.
The Poitevin mule
This absolute unit was the must-have work-animal for all kinds of farm and industrial work for centuries, and a significant French export, until mechanisation made these magnificent creatures obsolete.
With no demand for the Poitevin mule , its parent breeds dwindled, almost to the brink of extinction. Determined conservation efforts during the last few decades are slowly bringing their numbers back up, but they're very far from their heyday, when some 20,000 Poitevin mules were born annually.
The Poitevin Mulassier
Both the parent breeds are still endangered, which means most of the current effort is directed into bringing up the numbers of Poitevin horses and Pitou donkeys. This means breeding horses to horses and donkeys to donkeys, with very few breeding opportunities allowed to produce the Poitevin mule. Only about 20 of those are born each year.
The Baudet du Pitou
you’re twelve years old and you break your father’s hand when he hi-fives you. the first thing you learn is that the smallest slip up can hurt the people you love. your (foster) father smiles and says it’s okay (it’s not).
your parents are not your parents. the idyllic farming community that raised you is not your home. you’re a You-Don’t-Know-What from You-Don’t-Know-Where. all you know for sure is that you’re not human.
so you can fly. so you can run fast. so you can lift cars. so what? why do you even have this power? what should you even do with it?
your father said do what’s right, so that’s what you do.
you stop a robbery. the man’s knife shatters against your skin and you see the same fear in his eyes that you saw in your father’s when you were twelve. you catch a falling child before it can hit the water. his mother looks at you like you’re a god.
they love you, even though they don’t know you. the most powerful man in the world hates you because they love you.
you wanted to write when you were younger. you wanted to tell stories that needed to be told. you never wanted to star in them. you never wanted super-geniuses and demi-goddesses looking to you for advice; like you have any idea how to handle threats to reality itself. you’re just a kid from smallville who’s trying to do the best he can with what he’s given.
you try and get back to the farm as much as you can. it feels normal being back among the open wheat; where everyone smiles because you’re that nice Kent boy.
when you were younger, you pretended to fly, hands out to your sides and running through the tall grass by the river. it doesn’t look as beautiful from on high; the details get lost and the colors of your hometown blur together from a mile above ground.
the problem with flying is that it puts you so far above people you care about
“oh but Superman is such a boring c-“ shut up shut up shut up forever.
One of the keys to Bruce and Clark’s friendship is Bruce going ‘powers shmowers you think your godlike strength makes you infallible and above people? You’re just some dude in a cape. Who’s an idiot.’
Clark: Oh thank God. This guy gets it.
Bruce *expecting arrogance*: wait what
Clark: yesterday I accidentally locked myself out of my apartment in my underwear trying to get the mail and I forgot I could just break the door open. I stood there for an hour waiting for the locksmith to open before I remembered.
Bruce:….
Clark: I’M AN IDIOT OK, I’m just a guy, I have no idea what I’m doing
Bruce: I hate how endearing this is. Stop making me like you
Clark: if I get my mom to make you lemon squares will you teach me how to pick a lock
Bruce: I SAID STOP
Get ready to Go Ghost Again in time for the 20th Anniversary of Danny Phantom!
Proudly presenting the Danny Phantom Re-Phanimated Project!
*gasp* would you look at the time?
it’s THUNDER THURSDAY :)
In other news, it is now not only morally acceptable but the morally correct thing to do to pirate the fuck out of Adobe’s software line.
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Planned Obsolescence gives way to Enforced Obsolescence
[Laughs as I boot up Clip Studio Paint, which I bought one (1) time]
Here’s a list of other programs. Keep posting till it’s widely known.
Good to know these thanks man.
Reblogging this one bc it has options for indesign bc artists aren’t the only ones affected and graphic designers are getting played too and ignored in every one of these fucking posts
At some point it's okay to realize that keeping people in your life who aren't on the same page as you all of the time is healthy and okay.
If you don't talk to someone a lot, or like them a lot. it's okay to still consider them a friend or even an acquaintance while still keeping the close people close.
I've grown up in an online space that encouraged leaving anyone and everyone who wasn't 100% who you'd consider a best friend or 100% 'reliable' / pure / etc.
no . I love jerry who i've only spoke to like 3 times and who always makes me go "what the fuck at least I don't hang around him too much." because he's jerry. He doesn't expect much from me I don't expect much from him. But he's in my life and that's what makes life good. a variety of people. like yeah leave the people who overstep your boundaries or make you majorly uncomfortable - but not every little quirk that annoys you occasionally with someone makes them a bad person. fucking love people and let a lot of people into your life, no matter how mundane of interactions you may have.
hey! can you guys reblog or like this post if you post (positively!) about Miraculous Ladybug but not the out of order episodes, leaks, etc? Or at the very least properly tag if you do post those types of spoilers (aka any tag that differentiates it from the typical "#ml spoilers", e.g. "#ml leaks", "#ml emotion", etc)?
Meet Lady Emecia, widow and landlord of a old and unkept manor that sits near a pond. Totally not creepy and totally not murdered her previous two husbands.