umm fucking sniffsniffsniffsniffsniff ??? ? (x)
Ophthalmology is pretty stoked about “AI”. Host of applications. Here’s one of the first:
I’m not the Devils advocate, but I do live next to the guy. His living situation is very toxic. Kind of explains his behavior tbh
Would totally pee out the window just saying
The castle is on the very edge of a terrible precipice. A stone falling from the window would fall a thousand feet without touching anything! As far as the eye can reach is a sea of green tree tops, with occasionally a deep rift where there is a chasm.
-Jonathan Harker, May 8
Now, remember that the Count was originally meant to be Austrian, and his castle to be in Styria, Austria.
Here's what the most famous castle in the region looks like:
The old school tv show The Avengers (BBC not MCU) did this well. The main characters were a male/female duo. The guy was a fopish but brilliant spy and his bodyguard was an asskicking race car driver. And who played this asskicking super bitch?
hate when people think the only archetype possible for a male sidekick to a female protagonist is a soft boi and/or himbo. like the implication there is that the only reason a man would ever defer to a woman’s authority is if he was a bumbling idiot. love male supporting characters who are smart and strong and confident and can step up when necessary but still kind and humble enough to let someone else take the lead most of the time
Pet peeve: BUGS ARENT GONNA GET BIGGER JUST CAUSE OF GENES!
bugs don’t have lungs. The oxygen in the atmosphere permeates their tissue by means of holes in their body. It’s a passive system that is dependent on diffuse oxygen in the air. During the age of giant bugs there was more oxygen in the atmosphere. Simply put: More oxygen in the air —> more oxygen in the tissues—> larger bugs.
#bugs
old gods are waking
You call us fleshies to other balls of light
meal prep is so gross to me i dont want to eat the same thing wvery day and also i dont want to eat anything at all i want to shed my body and live as a floating ball of light that doesnt need to eat or sleep or pay rent
When I look into a microscope, Driscoll, I see bacteria swimming, fighting, existing, that’s real. These witches that were persecuted and burned in the 17th century were real too, but they weren’t witches. They were pitiful human beings, victims of hysteria. The City of the Dead (1960) dir. John Llewellyn Moxey