I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.
To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.
I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.
Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral. It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.
The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.
I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.
I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.
I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.
I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.
I saw thousands of lights.
I deserve SCALES, and HORNS, and TALONS, and FANGS, and THICC TAIL
Tired of love stricken mortals making up a sizable chunk of the underworld’s traffic, Hades decides to help mortals with their love problems before Aphrodite can answer them. It turns out that mortals are a lot more satisfied with Hades’ help than with Aphrodite’s.
Rabbids were invented as Rayman villains then they took over their debut game so much people barely noticed it was about Rayman and then they got spinoffs and it's just funny how it's exactly what happened with the minions and theyre kind of the same thing but it was convergent evolution with no known inspirational crossover
And also for some reason the rabbids interact with Mario now but Rayman doesn't? What's going on with Rayman as a property anyway. I've actually never played a Rayman game. What is Rayman why do his hands fly
Rayman is french. Hope that helps!
Unhappy Fourth of July to the fuck who's been setting off fireworks in the middle of the night since last fucking Tuesday. Tonight is your last period, if I hear one more boom tomorrow I find out where you live.
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The person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dashboard.
The really hilariously ill-conceived part of the Twitter rate limiting thing is that comments and retweets are the same kind of entity as tweets in the back-end database, they're just "parented" to whatever tweet they're commenting on or retweeting, and the rate limit they've placed on the API simply counts how many of those entities you've requested without checking a. whether they're the children of another entity or not, nor b. whether you've already seen that particular entity today.
Thus, the limit isn't really "600 tweets". A tweet, each comment on that tweet, and each retweet of that tweet all count against the limit as you view them. For example, if a quote-retweet crosses your dashboard, the quote-retweet itself and the little preview of what it's responding to that appears above it each count separately against the limit. Click into that quote-retweet to read the comments? They both get counted against your limit a second time, as does each individual comment you read – and heaven help you if any of those comments were themselves commented upon!
The upshot is that if your account isn't verified, using Twitter in the manner that its own monetisation model assumes – and, indeed demands – it will be used can easily exhaust your entire daily allocation of tweet views in as little as a couple dozen engagements.
this is simply the greatest video i have ever seen
I'm going to reblog this a million times so be it
Reminded of that time the xkcd guy was trying to research what sports equipment would be most effective for destroying enemy drones in flight and he looked up a bunch of stats about pro tennis player accuracy against stationary targets like 40 feet away, and figured that a really high level tennis pro might be able to hit the drone in 5-7 shots if they had the time and even then probably wouldn’t do enough damage to disrupt it more than momentarily.
And then Serena volunteered to test this theory and just, killed it instantly.
i see people saying shit like “she’s the best woman player” nah fam she’s the best one out there
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I know basically nothing about tennis but I know that she is a league of her own
Peter Ferguson (Canadian, 1968) - The Hungries (n.d.)
the hungries
Recipe: spice (optional)
Me: Now, see, what we have here is a disagreement regarding the purpose of this undertaking.
You can show your dish a photograph of black pepper if you really want to kick the flavour up a notch.
Standing over the pan, brow furrowed with the memory of garlic.
plato's allegory of the clove
Happy Eid ul-Adha(or Bakrid, or Eid Mubarak) to any people of the Muslim faith this year! This is for 6/29/2023
New Howl piece! :D Very proud of it ^^ Took me quite a while to draw all those little houses, haha! XD
Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block
“Where’s the next chapter?!” Well buddy you’re never gonna guess
What’s the comic sans trick?
wingdings' true purpose as a font
Wingdings holy shit some of y'all are on a whole different level of galaxy wizard brain batshittery and I am in awe.
Lecherous
went and competed with rogier, and actually won the qualifier for tournament of champions!!!
video: jacobthesander
studio photo: solliephoto
stage photo: richard fagerberg
Andrew Robinson on playing Garak for the first time.