The Doctor Will See You Now

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cabinporn:

A magical cabin converted from a watermill by a Serbian painter whose father owned and operated many mills along this Bosnian river.
Contributed by Brian Portolano.

cabinporn:

A magical cabin converted from a watermill by a Serbian painter whose father owned and operated many mills along this Bosnian river.

Contributed by Brian Portolano.

(via draconic-utterances)

dreamsinbirchbark:

darkerinstinct:

Hellhound, Chronicles of Riddick.

Concept sculpture by Miles Teves.

Source credit: [x]

BABIES.

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so if you’re at all interested in Skillshare (which you super should be) you should click this link and sign up so i can get points towards a potential free membership

juliedillon:

This is an entry I made for Helpful Bear Productions’ Kaiju Design contest.  (which is still ongoing, btw, if you want to enter!) Rather than design one full kaiju, I wanted to try playing around with bigger interlocking shapes and see if I could squeeze various creatures together. 

juliedillon:

This is an entry I made for Helpful Bear Productions’ Kaiju Design contest.  (which is still ongoing, btw, if you want to enter!) Rather than design one full kaiju, I wanted to try playing around with bigger interlocking shapes and see if I could squeeze various creatures together. 

(via draconic-utterances)

destructo-dolly:

We got a flamethrower today. And I learned to use it while still in my Bee costume from Sakura Con today.

#this picture is a gift #hannah is a gift

destructo-dolly:

We got a flamethrower today. And I learned to use it while still in my Bee costume from Sakura Con today.

 

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yummytomatoes:

sighs and red on an adventure
something for fun/ relaxing
used google maps!
Morioka, Japan

burbujaexplosiva:

Tortuga matamala

burbujaexplosiva:

Tortuga matamala

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antediluvianechoes:

Blue Peacockidons, A. J. Trahan

This was the last afternoon the brothers would spend together. Their adult plumage was almost completely grown in: just a few gray-green plumes hung from frames becoming sleek and iridescent with vibrant blues that almost shone in the sunlight. 

The following day, the older one snapped at the younger. He whistled a territorial song—a tune that dipped low, then rose to end in three trill and angry notes—spread his arms and shook his great blue tail, fanning his feathers, trying to look as big and threatening as he could. 

The younger one was confused, not ready to be chased away. He cocked his head and chirped, then dodged his older brother’s kicks. He moved a few paces away, and the brother glared at him, sang “lu-ohn-a-ree-ee-ee” again. The younger one paced, keeping a few body-lengths between them, but edged too near, and his older brother was jumping again, lashing out with long, skinny, barb-tipped legs, mouth wide, feathers puffed. They croaked and chittered and rolled through the undergrowth, as if being tossed by the wind, one brother trying to climb on his sibling, the other spinning to stay out from under him. 

After this second attack, the younger one ran away—his brother scolding a few more territorial announcements behind him—and stopped only when he could no longer hear his brother. He inspected a scratch he’d received in the fight. Blood beaded between plumes. After nursing it, he looked around. The forest seemed larger than before.

antediluvianechoes:

Blue Peacockidons, A. J. Trahan

This was the last afternoon the brothers would spend together. Their adult plumage was almost completely grown in: just a few gray-green plumes hung from frames becoming sleek and iridescent with vibrant blues that almost shone in the sunlight. 

The following day, the older one snapped at the younger. He whistled a territorial song—a tune that dipped low, then rose to end in three trill and angry notes—spread his arms and shook his great blue tail, fanning his feathers, trying to look as big and threatening as he could. 

The younger one was confused, not ready to be chased away. He cocked his head and chirped, then dodged his older brother’s kicks. He moved a few paces away, and the brother glared at him, sang “lu-ohn-a-ree-ee-ee” again. The younger one paced, keeping a few body-lengths between them, but edged too near, and his older brother was jumping again, lashing out with long, skinny, barb-tipped legs, mouth wide, feathers puffed. They croaked and chittered and rolled through the undergrowth, as if being tossed by the wind, one brother trying to climb on his sibling, the other spinning to stay out from under him. 

After this second attack, the younger one ran away—his brother scolding a few more territorial announcements behind him—and stopped only when he could no longer hear his brother. He inspected a scratch he’d received in the fight. Blood beaded between plumes. After nursing it, he looked around. The forest seemed larger than before.

(via alopias)

escapekit:

Cityscapes

San Francisco based artist Jeremy Mann paints gritty cityscapes of cities in the US. 

(Source: redrabbit7.com, via draconic-utterances)

maariamph:

I saw a hot lady at a grocery store, kinda trying to remember what she looked like
Black people are a small minority in Finland and every time you see one chances are they’re really well dressed

maariamph:

I saw a hot lady at a grocery store, kinda trying to remember what she looked like

Black people are a small minority in Finland and every time you see one chances are they’re really well dressed

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throwherinthewater:

Jigoku Dayu 1 by Junko Mizuno

Jigoku Dayu was a courtesan celebrated for her alleged encounter of spiritual enlightenment with the Buddhist monk Ikkyū.  She has been a popular subject for many artists over the last several hundred years.  After getting kidnapped and sold to a brothel, she renamed herself as “Jigoku” (meaning “hell”), believing that her misfortune was the result of karma from her previous life.  She is usually depicted wearing a kimono with scenes of hell on it and is often surrounded by skeletons, representing her newfound understanding of life’s transience and illusion.  What may appear to be bizarre, scary, or even humorous images are actually symbols layered with her divine inspiration.  Upon witnessing Buddhist hell, the courtesan finds enlightenment and wisdom.  

throwherinthewater:

Jigoku Dayu 1 by Junko Mizuno

Jigoku Dayu was a courtesan celebrated for her alleged encounter of spiritual enlightenment with the Buddhist monk Ikkyū.  She has been a popular subject for many artists over the last several hundred years.  After getting kidnapped and sold to a brothel, she renamed herself as “Jigoku” (meaning “hell”), believing that her misfortune was the result of karma from her previous life.  She is usually depicted wearing a kimono with scenes of hell on it and is often surrounded by skeletons, representing her newfound understanding of life’s transience and illusion.  What may appear to be bizarre, scary, or even humorous images are actually symbols layered with her divine inspiration.  Upon witnessing Buddhist hell, the courtesan finds enlightenment and wisdom.  

(Source: gallerynucleus.com, via thedollars)

robotverve:

this is either the best or worst thing i’ve ever drawn i can’t decide. thanks 2 donna for the ‘garrus and thane as buddy (mall) cops’ prompt

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thesylverlining:

unexplained-events:

A Tibetan Monk blesses the deer that gather around him and someone snaps a picture. Upon viewing the picture they notice a rainbow had appeared.

pretty sure this is the happiest picture I’ve seen in a long time

thesylverlining:

unexplained-events:

A Tibetan Monk blesses the deer that gather around him and someone snaps a picture. Upon viewing the picture they notice a rainbow had appeared.

pretty sure this is the happiest picture I’ve seen in a long time

(via pancakestein)