I’ve never understood the stereotype that women are more likely to faint at blood
I mean seriously
what do you think we do every month
THEY WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT THE WEREWOLF THING
AWH COME ON GUYS THAT WAS A SECRET FOR A REASON
I guess we have to come clean about the cult sacrafices too huh
Well now we do
Because of the weight of the ends of the forks, and how they’re distributed behind the penny (closer to the glass), the center of gravity of the whole system is actually shifted quite significantly. If I’m right, it would actually have to be right where the penny meets the glass. This mean, in a sense, all the “weight” of the system of the forks and penny is resting right on that point, rather than out in the air, so if you balance it, it’ll be stable on the glass.
The difference between Science and Engineering.
Reblogging for that last comment.
Equius is a really underrated character, and when he is brought up it’s usually just for jokes about him needing towels or in conjunction with Nepeta.
But in reality he’s like this awesome mechanical genius who builds fully functional battle robots and working bionic arms for his friends; at the human equivalent of 13 self-taught over the internet. That’s only 13 years of experience, much of it spent as a grub or small child, no matter what your ageing headcanon, while being raised by a horse-cow-butler.
Plus he is literally the strength equivalent of Thor, his STRONGjump is literally insane.
Do you even lift?
also let me point out we’ve only just recently managed to create a prosthetic robotic arm that an deal cards and tie shoelaces
MEANWHILE EQUIUS’S ROBOT ARM FOR VRISKA WORKS LIKE A FUCKING NATURAL ARM??? AND THE FINGERS AND HAND AND WRIST TOO???
and don’t even get me started on aradiabot
Can I mention here that paralysis occurs from damage to the spinal cord. Which means that it’s not just that Tavros’s legs didn’t work, it’s that the nerves didn’t send signals to the muscles properly.
Meaning that Equius would not have just had to build him a pair of legs, but also extend wires to attach electrodes directly to his think pan. This is a thing that some of the best doctors in America have only been able to do in the last few years, with much less stable results.
Not to mention the fact that he was able to craft these things out of random shit they found on the meteor and make the sensors tiny enough that they would be completely inside his head, something humans have not done to my knowledge.
tl;dr Equius is also a professional fucking brain surgeon
equius is actually one of the best trolls if you give his character more than 0.02 seconds of thought
all this and also, despite the casteist shit he was raised to believe, when karkat — lowest of the low — ordered him to stop gamzee, he went, despite probably knowing he’d have trouble standing up to him. the kid had guts.
i kind of love equius a lot and wish more people would write fic about him where he’s more than a sweat joke or a d/s caricature…
i already reblogged this but i don’t care
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
THIS POST MAKES ME SO SAD, I JUST WANT TO HUG ALL THE KITTIES ;-;
"oh yeah you guys use celcius"
trying to sing both parts in a disney song like
A WHOLE NEW WORLdon’t you dare close your eyes
A HUNDRED THOUShold your breath it gets better
I’M LIKE A SHOOTING STAR, I’VE COME SO FAR, I CAN’T GO BACK TO WHEREa whole new wooorrlllEVERY TURN A SURPRIwith new horizonEVERY MOMENT GETS BETTER
How dare you.
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