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It’s October! You know what that means... 🎃 (via kxvo)

FREE ART RAFFLE!

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Figured it was as good a time as any to finally launch my long planned free art raffle, if you've got any questions, feel free to shoot me a message! The raffle will end on the 12th of October, at which point I will select the winners using a random number generator! I am running this raffle here and on my Twitter, which means if you have an account on both, you can get a total of two entries ^^ Good luck!

Through the telescope

Scar's new telescope gave me convex ideas so have them talk about space :D

Qué satisfaction!!

Ink Artwork by Endre Penovác

Liverwort my beloved <3

The Danish training ship “Georg Stage” (1934) dresses in rainbow colour, 2021 

crochet scar and bdubs enjoying the artimators mcc pov :]

( @tibbycaps @rusty-courage @vexdraticc @cherrifire !)

"Do you think Daedalus felt joy every time the Minotaur devoured someone? Or did he feel only sorrow?"

Cub glances over at Joe. Joe has been, as is typical, digging. He needs to mine even more stone; his base is not yet big enough for everyone! He's recently passed the one million stone mark and he simply must mine even more. If he'd had a story to tell about himself, well, it most likely wouldn't be Daedalus. A crueler storyteller would go with someone like Sisyphus, but Joe feels his task will be done one day.

He rather fancies himself John Henry, personally. Then again, John Henry dies at the end of the blues song. Maybe that is, itself, a sign that Joe should slow down. If he does that, though, he will never be done before he has to leave for the season ending!

Huh, there's a metaphor or poem in that somewhere, he's sure.

Anyway, none of that is relevant, because he's looking at the creator of the labyrinth at the moment. Cub's clearly thinking about it. God bless that man, he can follow Joe's metaphors as well as just about anyone ever could.

"Well, I don't know. Personally, I think he'd be more glad for every day the Minotaur couldn't find his way out," Cub says. "That was more the goal of the thing, right?"

"Well, I suppose that is true," Joe says. "Minos imprisoned him though so he couldn't tell anyone the answer."

Cub shrugs. "Sounds like a skill issue to me."

Joe has no response to that, so he turns to go back to digging. Inside the maze, the frustrated screaming of one GoodTimesWithScar can be heard.

"You know, does this mean you think of the hermits as man-eating bull monsters? On account of you trapping them in your maze and all," Joe asks.

"Oh yeah. Hundred percent. You don't?" Cub says.

Joe tilts his head. "You've got a point. They've got the bloodlust for it."

Cub nods. "Really, I'm doing everyone on this server a community service," he says, and he goes back to taunting the poor soul trapped in the unending maze of pain and torment that he has created.

Joe watches Cub leave and mumbles to himself: "Technically, I don't know it's a labyrinth. Labyrinths only have one entrance and exit. That doesn't matter, dear viewers, because I have a mining machine to beat in a race! What's that? What mining machine? Doc's world eater was last season? Oh, don't worry about it, although I think maybe it's time to play a song--"

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

I’ll do my best to draw whatever is at the end of the line 👍

The image captures the miraculous moment when the rays of sun hit a rare cloud called a pile cloud, and the angle and other subtle conditions are reflected in a divine rainbow color. (Source)

Husband has discovered you can mail Kraft singles so he sent these out

I made him write “do not eat” because they are not shelf stable. I also decided this was a him-project and if he gets arrested by the USPS Cheese Crimes Council I’m not part of it but if it goes over well I’ll jump in and claim partial credit.

Here is what he took to the post office:

They began arriving this week. Here is our thread with my MIL. (She’s Blue, my husband is Red)

She is amazing. I did not think she’d actually tape it to the Xmas card wall! (Later in Dec that whole wall will be covered in cards.) How long do we think that will last before their dog figures out how to get to it?

Cheese is so far a hit with everyone and has arrived safely at multiple houses. I take back all my criticism and I’m now claiming to be a full partner in Operation Hand-Krafted Card.

@laid-back-at-lunchtime’s card got commentary from the mail lady?! Very glad she found it funny and doesn’t hate us. I was actually kinda worried we were gonna ruin the postal services’ day so this made us very happy.

The last text is sending me. 😂

Nothing makes you feel quite the same kind of sympathy as throwing up into the sink and hearing another person throwing up in the next room

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

I need to prove a point to my mom. Reblog if you can realize you’re asexual/aromantic in your teens.

'there was only one bed': mediocre, overused, boring

'there was only one chair': innovative. thrilling. endless opportunities.

Fireflies photograph in trees with long time exposure.

ya'll who's up for group meowing

From that Pearl's Hermicraft10 episode.