space whales, dismissed by most as tall tales invented by superstitious old spacefarers who spent too long off-planet, a product of the tedium of space travel and inhaling too much recycled air, but still looked for by wide-eyed ensigns on their first expedition into deep space, and conspiracy theorists encouraged by recordings of strange and unidentified sounds, picked up by scientific research ships on their quest for further knowledge of the final frontier
star-people, said to conceal themselves amongst the gas-cloud nebulas, whose enchanting song has succeeded in turning sane men mad, abandoning protocol to steer their ships into deadly asteroid fields, or forsake civilisation in favor of the cold, unforgiving depths of uncharted space
space wyrms; great leviathans of the stars, growing to monstrous sizes in the zero-gravity atmosphere, devouring unsuspecting vessels that make the fatal mistake of crossing their path. some say they eat space whales.
I started listening to a lute playlist the other day and then someone brought up The Road to El Dorado and lo, I was contractually obligated to doodle up a modern AU OT3 where Tulio and Miguel meet Chel during spring break and they all fall in love. 90% of this happens while Chel and Miguel team up to give Tulio shit about how he would happily spend his entire vacation in a hotel room unless they were around to drag him out.
I’m actually really pleased with the way this one came out, and I hope y’all enjoy it too!
ETA: I’m sorry if the main image is showing up blurry?? I don’t know how to internet, I guess.
A little PSA about ASL for ‘Thank you’! I’ve had all of these signed to me accidentally hahaha. And whenever I sign thank you to non signers, sometimes they thought I was blowing a kiss to them. T_T
Oh oh! Make careful how you sign work too. Left hand faces down when you bring your right hand over your left to tap your wrist just twice. That means work/job. If your left hand is facing up so the inside of the wrists come together you’re asking somebody if they want to fuck.
“move this sign one inch to the left and you’ll be signing ‘penis’“
vicious mockery is my favorite spell in dungeons and dragons because like
A) it does decent damage
B) it’s a cantrip
so canonically, a talented musician can murder commonfolk by hurling a single insult at them (average damage at 17+ level is 10, max 16.). imagine a chaotic evil bard who becomes a serial killer and the local guards are afraid to pursue him because you might go up and say “you’re under arrest” but then he just retorts ‘your mom is under arrest” and you fucking die on the spot
that same musician, if he can manage to successfully insult the world’s most fearsome ancient dragon 55 times without dying first… it dies. a process which would still take only about 11 minutes (assuming the bard has a spell DC of 19, meaning the dragon would fail about 50% of the saves.)
A Bard could kill a dragon over the course of a single Roast session.
this is the purest video you will see all day, it includes not only practical advice on how to make cats feel comfortable but also:
the most patient and long suffering clawdia
bob ross, but a vet
squish the cat
squish the cat, but with a towel
absolute unit mr. pirate
a little chubby but quite beautiful
please watch this immediately
Pidge is most emphatically not a shoulder cat, but using proper holds has definitely improved her outlook on getting picked up and carried around for short bursts.
my thesis involves this principle! in fluids, viscosity (the thickness/stickiness of the fluid) and inertia (the tendency of something to stay in motion when a force is exerted) are in competition. glycerin is incredibly viscous, so the viscosity beats the inertia and the dye doesn’t shift beyond where it is immediately pushed–so exerting an equal and opposite force on the dye just puts it back to its exactly original position.
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