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lokiroki:

wanted to draw a little mudkip on a marimo ball after seeing this post

just a quick doodle

EDIT: made him transparent if u want a lil mudkip on a marimo for your blog

(via pettyartist)

— 2 days ago with 1813 notes

tavikat:

moss-summers:

9outof10graduates:

yumikuri4life:

bard-core:

frenums:

fucking ground sprinkles what the fuck

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*Tamaki voice*

What? You commoners don’t even have enough time to grind your own sprinkles?? Well, What do I have to lose?

I WILL DO IT

I WILL EAT THE COMMONERS SPRINKLES

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THE OHSHC FANDOM TOOK OVER A POST FOR ONCE

OHMYGOD

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(via ahandsomedilophosaur)

— 2 days ago with 279036 notes

mucholderthen:

Destination Moon: The 350-Year History of Lunar Exploration
Infographic by Karl Tate
July 16, 2014  ||  Space.com

— 2 days ago with 1703 notes
blinkyxx:

priceofliberty:

I would get a Wii U for this.

HANK HILL Brings the Pro-Pain!

blinkyxx:

priceofliberty:

I would get a Wii U for this.

HANK HILL Brings the Pro-Pain!

(via ahandsomedilophosaur)

— 2 days ago with 28720 notes
omgthatdress:

Bracelet
Aggravi
Christie’s

omgthatdress:

Bracelet

Aggravi

Christie’s

(via jayrockin)

— 3 days ago with 302 notes
mamasam:

ru-debega:

theserif:

tort-time:

cyberalpaca:

Pet your turtles, they enjoy snugglies more than pain

And don’t drill holes in them or paint em. Its painful and toxic and you’ll make the poor things cry! 

Our turtles love having their heads and chins scratched.  And a light pat on their shells.  No hits, or thumps.  They love good pets, please pet them with love.

Shells are LITERALLY their backbone, imagine if someone thumped you hard on the spine. It would suck right? Don’t do it. 
Also their shells are covered in a VERY thin layer of fingernail-like material called scutes. When you paint it, a) it’s very easy for the toxins in the paint to absorb into the turtle’s system and poison them, b) it cuts off circulation to the thin layer of living skin below the scutes, c) it deforms the shell because turtles, especially young turtles, grow rapidly and the paint will inhibit proper shell growth and d) prevents the turtle from absorbing necessary vitamin D from UV rays (you know, that stuff they need to live). NEVER EVER PAINT A TURTLE EVER.

Next time you want to knock on a turtle/tortoise shell, go ask your neighbor to punch you in the ribs, and see how that feels. Not only is it the spine, but their lungs sit near the top of the curve as well—THIS IS WHY TURTLES/TORTOISES CAN DIE IF LEFT FLIPPED OVER TOO LONG, IT IS VERY DISTRESSING FOR THEIR BODIES.

mamasam:

ru-debega:

theserif:

tort-time:

cyberalpaca:

Pet your turtles, they enjoy snugglies more than pain

And don’t drill holes in them or paint em. Its painful and toxic and you’ll make the poor things cry! 

Our turtles love having their heads and chins scratched.  And a light pat on their shells.  No hits, or thumps.  They love good pets, please pet them with love.

Shells are LITERALLY their backbone, imagine if someone thumped you hard on the spine. It would suck right? Don’t do it. 

Also their shells are covered in a VERY thin layer of fingernail-like material called scutes. When you paint it, a) it’s very easy for the toxins in the paint to absorb into the turtle’s system and poison them, b) it cuts off circulation to the thin layer of living skin below the scutes, c) it deforms the shell because turtles, especially young turtles, grow rapidly and the paint will inhibit proper shell growth and d) prevents the turtle from absorbing necessary vitamin D from UV rays (you know, that stuff they need to live). NEVER EVER PAINT A TURTLE EVER.

Next time you want to knock on a turtle/tortoise shell, go ask your neighbor to punch you in the ribs, and see how that feels. Not only is it the spine, but their lungs sit near the top of the curve as well—THIS IS WHY TURTLES/TORTOISES CAN DIE IF LEFT FLIPPED OVER TOO LONG, IT IS VERY DISTRESSING FOR THEIR BODIES.

(via shinondraws)

— 3 days ago with 111984 notes
gamercrunch:

Found this ad in a Nickelodeon magazine from 2004.

gamercrunch:

Found this ad in a Nickelodeon magazine from 2004.

(via zweilous)

— 3 days ago with 116282 notes
ursulavernon:

treasureboxsky:

Coalcats are living constructs built specifically for dangerous work in mines or in spaceports. They feed off of anything that burns by opening the hatch in their stomach and tossing it in, though coal seems to generally be the favorite food of choice. Due to their impervious nature and love of work their popularity caused their numbers to soar into the millions. Upset by the sudden lack of jobs the living meat beings put a ban on production of Coalcats roughly eighty years ago, hoping their numbers would dwindle through natural causes and various accidents.
Suffice it to say they did not, and in an effort to keep their jobs and their lives the Coalcats have formed their very own workers union and are now considered their own race, thanks to their efforts.

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ursulavernon:

treasureboxsky:

Coalcats are living constructs built specifically for dangerous work in mines or in spaceports. They feed off of anything that burns by opening the hatch in their stomach and tossing it in, though coal seems to generally be the favorite food of choice. Due to their impervious nature and love of work their popularity caused their numbers to soar into the millions. Upset by the sudden lack of jobs the living meat beings put a ban on production of Coalcats roughly eighty years ago, hoping their numbers would dwindle through natural causes and various accidents.

Suffice it to say they did not, and in an effort to keep their jobs and their lives the Coalcats have formed their very own workers union and are now considered their own race, thanks to their efforts.

Love this!

— 3 days ago with 778 notes
antediluvianechoes:

Velociraptor and Juvenile Tarbosaurus by Guindagear
It’s hard to put a Protoceratops in a tree. It had taken Velociraptor nearly a half an hour to do so, tugging, pulling, hefting the heavy thing. The carcass was floppy and didn’t cooperate; the head shield got caught on a protrusion of bark; the limbs bumped and bounced against the tree like unsynced pendulums.
As soon as the dromaeosaur’s larder was filled—the dead Protoceratops balanced just right—the tarbosaurs came snooping. Dragging a dead dinosaur into a tree is not inconspicuous business, and the juveniles had heard and smelled enough to pique their curiosity and come trotting.
Velociraptor stared down at the two tyrannosaurs. It was safe—tarbosaurs couldn’t climb trees—but it was also stuck—tarbosaurs were excruciatingly patient (through juveniles admittedly less so than adults). They knew one bad tug from a misplaced bite might send the Protoceratops falling from the pantry. Or, if luck was particularly one-sided, the carcass and the Velociraptor could spill from the branch.
And so the three predators stared, occasionally pipping and fluting songs of aggression or ownership at each other, neither side backing away from the meal perched unsecurely in the tree.

antediluvianechoes:

Velociraptor and Juvenile Tarbosaurus by Guindagear

It’s hard to put a Protoceratops in a tree. It had taken Velociraptor nearly a half an hour to do so, tugging, pulling, hefting the heavy thing. The carcass was floppy and didn’t cooperate; the head shield got caught on a protrusion of bark; the limbs bumped and bounced against the tree like unsynced pendulums.

As soon as the dromaeosaur’s larder was filled—the dead Protoceratops balanced just right—the tarbosaurs came snooping. Dragging a dead dinosaur into a tree is not inconspicuous business, and the juveniles had heard and smelled enough to pique their curiosity and come trotting.

Velociraptor stared down at the two tyrannosaurs. It was safe—tarbosaurs couldn’t climb trees—but it was also stuck—tarbosaurs were excruciatingly patient (through juveniles admittedly less so than adults). They knew one bad tug from a misplaced bite might send the Protoceratops falling from the pantry. Or, if luck was particularly one-sided, the carcass and the Velociraptor could spill from the branch.

And so the three predators stared, occasionally pipping and fluting songs of aggression or ownership at each other, neither side backing away from the meal perched unsecurely in the tree.

(via prehistoric-birds)

— 3 days ago with 201 notes