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mypugobsession:

Fun fact: A group of pugs is called a grumble.  A grumble of pugs.  

mypugobsession:

Fun fact: A group of pugs is called a grumble.  A grumble of pugs.  

(via thalassiq)

#pug  #dog  #grumble 
hideback:

Cicada, Stages of Conventionalization
Hugo Froelich, Keramic Studio Magazine, 1905

hideback:

Cicada, Stages of Conventionalization

Hugo Froelich, Keramic Studio Magazine, 1905

(via cheesycrocs)

#inspart  #art style  #abstract 

silenceofthevoid:

jayrockin:

Lenten Roses - Onyx Odyssey variety, doubled and undoubled

One of my favorites.

(via thalassiq)

#flower  #flowers  #rose  #roses 

lacedupinshame:

I didn’t see any many galaxy/nebula brushes floating around, so I made my own! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧*:・゚✧  Hope someone find it helping ;v;

You have to add detail and effect by self, but it’s pretty easy!! Maybe I make tutorial on it later ;v;

I suggest detail and blend layers on luminosity or addition!! Use bright colours!

FOR BLENDING:

I suggest using a watercolour brush on following sets:

Size: 26.0

Min size: 60%

Density: 100%

Spread: 50%

(No Texture)

Blending: 50

Dilution: 50

Persistence: 80

Keep opacity: yes

Smoothing Prs: 50%

+Advanced Settings:

Quality: 2

Edge Hardness: 0

Min Density: 0

Max Dens Prs: 100%

Hard <-> Soft: 100

Dens: Yes Size: Yes Blend: Yes

FOR DETAILING:

I suggest using a brush on the following sets:

Size: 100.0

Min size: 3%

Density: 54%

Spread: 100%

(No Texture)

Blending: 49

Dilution: 0

Persistence: 80

Keep opacity: no

+Advanced Settings:

Quality: 2

Edge Hardness: 0

Min Density: 10

Max Dens Prs: 49%

Hard <-> Soft: 0

Dens: Yes Size: Yes Blend: No

(via dachacynblogs)

#sai  #sai brush  #galaxy  #nebula  #brush 
professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.
Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.
Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.
The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.
I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.
The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.
So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.
Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.
Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

professorfangirl:

prokopetz:

This is the one time of year that I love wasps.

Not because the wasps themselves get any nicer. They’re horrid little creatures year round. No, it’s because I have a couple of big apple trees out back, and late August, early September is when the apples start ripening.

Now, if you don’t harvest your own fruit, there are two things you need to know about apples.

The first thing you need to know about apples is that, when apples get ripe, they tend to fall from the tree at the slightest breeze.

I often work late at the office; by the time I get home, there are piles of apples scattered everywhere - and sure enough, the wasps are out in force, gorging themselves on the fruit. When I go to clean up the windfallen apples, the wasps naturally do the “rawr, I’ma fuck you up!” routine for which wasps are known.

The second thing you need to know about apples is that they ferment very rapidly in the late August heat.

So: the wasps try to come at me, but they’re too drunk to fly. They get about an inch off the ground, then faceplant directly into the turf, flip over onto their backs, and lay there, legs twitching in the air as they try in vain to find something to sting.

Perhaps I’m a man of simple pleasures, but I bust up laughing every. single. time.

Fucking wasps.

I tried to reblog this with a witty tag, but Tumblr took it as serious advice:

image

(via thewhitebeast)

#wasp  #insect  #apple  #wow  #for max  #apple tree 

tinypawpets:

I am posting this for Lisa. These are the babies her rat Merima had the other day. There are 7 males and 6 females. See the little PEW girl near the bottom :)

I managed to snap this while I was over there. Arent they adorable!?

(via earthandanimals)

#rat  #animal  #aw  #baby  #baby rat 
tonedbellyplease:

awwww-cute:

My Roommate Took Her Samoyed to a Color Run

OH MY GOSH

tonedbellyplease:

awwww-cute:

My Roommate Took Her Samoyed to a Color Run

OH MY GOSH

(via valvala)

#DOG 

Making of Ookami Kodomo no Ame to Yuki (directed by Mamoru Hosoda)

(Source: crofesima, via aledles)

#holy shits  #wolf children  #movie  #AMAZE  #inspart  #inspanimate 
jesuisunjardin:


Lota, the demon of stagnant lakes and stagnant hearts. 
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Draped with a heaving web of algae and dead fish, she is the cold hand on your shoulder, siphoning day by day your vigour and vivacity. As if pulled deep underwater by her touch, no one, and nothing, seems to reach you once she has her grasp on you. The surface of the water becomes the alienating barrier between you and the world you once knew. Nothing that your loved ones do for you seems to reach you down there, where you sit curled up, wondering why you can’t summon gratitude for everything they do for you. Why nothing births excitement in you, why you stare in the eyes of tragedy and loss without a flinch, and why you harbour such distrust for every single nice word that slips from a stranger’s mouth. You’ve already forgotten the feeling of laughter, of a heart racing for the silliest of matters, of compliments that leave you flustered. Deep down at the bottom, you breath and exhale thick and cold water, tight in the embrace of the one that has robbed you of your desire to live and your ability to feel. Above, the ones you care about grow and evolve, whilst you remain unchanged and frozen, gradually fading. You hope for a trigger; for flames to choke the lake and breath back wonder into your eyes and life back into your lungs. You earn for a vigorous shake, for a slap that will jolt you awake. Yet, it never comes. You tilt your head upwards. Moving against the surface, you see multiple dancing lights. They eventually dissipate and her cheek presses against the top of your head, her long arms encircling you, and her lips whispering how much she loves you. You shrug.

For Ava’s Demon contest. I don’t usually do contests but doing this one mattered to me, in a way. I was interested in giving my issues a form, now that I’ve decided to mend myself together, replace my broken heart and try to move on. Maybe I can finally let go.

jesuisunjardin:

Lota, the demon of stagnant lakes and stagnant hearts. 

#holy shit i cant  #cool art  #inspart  #water