nil desperandum

...a ponderous effort to make a simple affair, when rightly understood, a matter of transcendental mystery. -Richard Owen

amazign:

djprincessk:

stop-hammerkind:

srsfunny:

Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass

WHAT

#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was

i thought this was a gif of a man fighting a giant angry slug

amazign:

djprincessk:

stop-hammerkind:

srsfunny:

Glass Blower: Sculpting A Horse From Molten Glass

WHAT

#this bitch just said let there be horse and there was

i thought this was a gif of a man fighting a giant angry slug

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— 3 days ago with 204702 notes
membracid:

azertip:

Bumblebee!

Zomg this is adorable.

QUICK EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS CUTE BEE.
I will follow thee alone, Thou animated torrid-zone!

membracid:

azertip:

Bumblebee!

Zomg this is adorable.

QUICK EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS CUTE BEE.

I will follow thee alone,
Thou animated torrid-zone!

(Source: sydwiki)

— 1 week ago with 17952 notes
#bee  #burly dozing humblebee  #where thou art is clime for me  #oh yellow-breeched philosopher  #wiser far than human seer 
muffpunch:

todd-johnson:

what even are cats

Everything about this picture is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

muffpunch:

todd-johnson:

what even are cats

Everything about this picture is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.

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— 2 weeks ago with 331279 notes
myskillsofanartist:

Easy and Hard Challenge Day 13 - Love / Hate. Hard mode? (Basically “two or more figures, interacting” is automatically hard mode.)

Silence for a few moments. Harriet felt that Wimsey ought to be saying, “How well you dance.” Since he did not say it, she became convinced that she was dancing like a wax doll with sawdust legs. Wimsey had never danced with her, never held her in his arms before. It should have been an epoch-making moment for him. But his mind appeared to be concentrated upon the dull personality of an East Anglian farmer. She fell a victim to an inferiority complex, and tripped over her partner’s feet.
 ”Sorry,” said Wimsey, accepting responsibility like a gentleman.
"It’s my fault," said Harriet. "I’m a rotten dancer. Don’t bother about me. Let’s stop. You haven’t got to be polite to me, you know."
Worse and worse. She was being peevish and egotistical. Wimsey glanced down at her in surprise and then suddenly smiled.
"Darling, if you danced like an elderly elephant with arthritis, I would dance the sun and moon into the sea with you. I have waited a thousand years to see you dance in that frock."
"Idiot" said Harriet.
- Have His Carcase, Dorothy Sayers

(Pose more than a little influenced by J. C. Leyendecker)

myskillsofanartist:

Easy and Hard Challenge Day 13 - Love / Hate. Hard mode? (Basically “two or more figures, interacting” is automatically hard mode.)

Silence for a few moments. Harriet felt that Wimsey ought to be saying, “How well you dance.” Since he did not say it, she became convinced that she was dancing like a wax doll with sawdust legs. Wimsey had never danced with her, never held her in his arms before. It should have been an epoch-making moment for him. But his mind appeared to be concentrated upon the dull personality of an East Anglian farmer. She fell a victim to an inferiority complex, and tripped over her partner’s feet.

 ”Sorry,” said Wimsey, accepting responsibility like a gentleman.

"It’s my fault," said Harriet. "I’m a rotten dancer. Don’t bother about me. Let’s stop. You haven’t got to be polite to me, you know."

Worse and worse. She was being peevish and egotistical. Wimsey glanced down at her in surprise and then suddenly smiled.

"Darling, if you danced like an elderly elephant with arthritis, I would dance the sun and moon into the sea with you. I have waited a thousand years to see you dance in that frock."

"Idiot" said Harriet.

- Have His Carcase, Dorothy Sayers

(Pose more than a little influenced by J. C. Leyendecker)

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— 2 weeks ago with 86 notes