she looks like an illustration from a 1970s beauty product ad and I am so here for that



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my mad fat diary - (little things that may have gone unnoticed)


The skull of the Chinese Water Deer is one of the most iconic skulls out there. 

Like many small Asian deer species, it does not have antlers. Instead the males fight each other with their extremely sharp tusks, slashing at rivals with downward head swings. 

When not actively shanking others, the tusks can be folded back slightly., so they don’t interfere with eating. 


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Until death do us part by Carlos Taborda

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heehee this is very cute

i like the water colory super saturated look :)

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Molly is working a night shift at the morgue. The kids are left home with Sherlock who leaves them alone for a case. They decide to sneak out to a party they were explicitly forbidden to attend. They arrive home to an unexpected surprise.
Rowan stumbled and crashed into Scarlet as they reached the front step to Baker Street. He had his arm around his sister’s shoulder for support because of his slightly intoxicated state. It was late. Later than they had planned but their mother had taken a night shift at the morgue and wouldn’t be back until the morning. Their father had been left to supervise them but had fortunately been drawn away from the flat by a case. He claimed it was a 7.5 which gave them both ample time to slip out of the flat, crash the party they had both been explicitly forbidden to attend, and return home with time to spare.
They had planned to leave the party at midnight but due to Rowan’s inability to hold his alcohol they had been delayed by a fight he inadvertently initiated. He had gotten out of it scot free but she on the other hand was sporting a brilliantly coloured split lip. It would be difficult to hide that one from her extremely perceptive parents but she was confident in her ever increasing ability to lie when required. Not that it would actually do any good against her consulting detective father. One could hope though.
The windows above were darkened and Scarlet breathed a sigh of relief. It was just as they had left it, dark and empty. No parental units on site.
“ I’m gonna be sick,” Rowan groaned as Scarlet manoeuvred them both up the stairs to the flat.
“ Shut up Rowan. You’re going to wake Mrs. Hudson,” Scarlet whispered angrily as Rowan tripped on the last step, almost bringing them both down.
Scarlet would laugh at their current situation later but supporting her brother’s full weight made it hard to find the hilarity in this particular circumstance. She just had to make it to the loo and deposit Rowan on the floor in front of the toilet then her required duty as responsible older sister would be complete. Not that she would leave him there but at least she wouldn’t have to be cleaning vomit off the hardwood floor.
“ You’re amazing! The best sister eeever!” Rowan slurred before burping in her face and wiping his mouth on her shoulder. Scarlet gagged and resisted the urge to vomit from the burst of alcohol breath her generous brother decided to share.
“ You owe me so massively for this,” she scowled as they stepped into the darkened 221B.
Her eyes hadn’t even had time to adjust to the dimmed flat when she heard the familiar click of the lamp turning on. She snapped her eyes shut from the sudden brightness and her stomach dropped as her mind caught up to what the light turning on meant. Dad was home. Scarlet’s eyes fluttered opened as they adjusted to the light.
Sherlock was sitting in his chair, legs crossed, and his violin resting against his shoulder as he absentmindedly plucked the strings. This was not going to bode well for them.
“ The light, it buurns!” Rowan whined and Scarlet elbowed him in the side eliciting a satisfying grunt from her brother. He was not helping the already futile situation.
“ Sit,” Sherlock pointedly stared at the two kitchen chairs currently placed in front of him.
Scarlet swallowed hard before depositing her brother in one and slowly lowering herself onto the other. The silence was thick and surrounded them like a blanket, suffocating and too hot. Sherlock’s face was passive, the anger hidden well as he surveyed his two offspring. They shrunk under his gaze. It was the look. The one usually meant for clients that concealed their lies. It was terrifying to be on the receiving end. An occasion that happened rarely ever.
“ We-“ Scarlet started after squirming through the silence long enough.
The sentence died in her throat as Sherlock plucked a single string on his violin. The sound fading into the silence like her hopes of somehow getting away with this.
She risked a sideways glance at Rowan, who even in his inebriated state shared an identical look of concern and part horror.
“ Dad we thought-“
Another plucked violin string sounded as Sherlock raised a challenging eyebrow. No talking apparently. Scarlet bit the inside of her lip, careful to avoid the sore split part, while she waited for her father to address their disobedience. His electric aquamarine eyes switched between the two, giving each of them a long hard look, no doubt already figuring out what happened, before setting his violin down. He clasped his hands in his lap and turned his focus on Scarlet. She met his gaze, swallowed, and prepared for the inevitable deduction waiting on the tip of her father’s tongue.
“ Explain,” he accentuated the word with unmitigated displeasure.
Scarlet blinked in confusion and then realized he was allowing her to retell the account in her own words. No sudden deductions, just listening ears. She took a breath and recounted the events of the night.
Sherlock remained silent through her retelling and even still as the last words left her mouth. She hated this part. The waiting. The amount of time he took to process their actions of the night was torturous. He was probably doing it on purpose so that their minds could come up with the worst possible punishment imaginable.
As Sherlock was about to speak and relieve her of the torment, Rowan stood unsteadily from his chair and made a beeline for the bathroom. No doubt to empty the contents of his stomach. Sherlock watched Rowan retreat and let escape a long suffering sigh as retching sounds commenced form the other side of the closed bathroom door. Scarlet clenched her eyes shut, pinched the bridge of her nose, and shook her head. He was so dead. They were both dead.
“ While your brother is effectively paying for his poor choices of the night, do you require medical attention for any of your injuries?” Sherlock asked, eyeing her split lip with genuine concern.
“ No, I’m fine. I think Rowan is in more of a worse state than I am,” she smiled weakly as the bathroom door opened, revealing Rowan’s dishevelled form.
Sherlock nodded once, accepting her words, and letting the matter rest. At least for the moment.
“ I feel much better now,” Rowan commented with a drunken smile as he returned to the living room and reclaimed his seat. The smell of throw up and alcohol surrounding him like a cloud.
“ A suitable punishment will be decided after your mother and I have had an opportunity to discuss your actions tonight. Understood?” Sherlock frowned.
“ Understood,” they acknowledged with a nod.
“ Bed,” was all he said, effectively ending their interrogation for the night. They didn’t need to be told twice as both stood from their seats, eager to sleep the nights events away. Rowan followed after Scarlet with an unsteady gait.
“ Rowan,” Sherlock called gently after him, that simple tone making him freeze where he stood in the doorway. Rowan turned to face his father who still sat in his chair, his violin back in his hands.
“ Shower, now,” he ordered gently, meeting his son’s wide eyes.
“ Right,” Rowan exhaled, pointing to the bathroom as if it was a revelation.
Scarlet continued up the stair to their shared bedroom, all the while concealing a smirk, before collapsing on her bed. She was not looking forward to the morning. 
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Why does Mabel get two pillows?



Bondlock for tumult-in-the-clouds!

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Benedict puts on a sweater, in what apparently has become an ongoing series of CalArts lecture tests featuring animals messing around with clothes! This one was fun to do!

That. Was AWESOME to watch. Hope he comes to CalArts again :D  

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A mom (Argentina) captures a strange creature while filming her son. She believes it to be a Duende, which is a fairy or goblin-like creature from Latin American or Filipino folklore.



Stay woke



thats the lil linebacker from madden

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Bill Nye Fights Back

How a mild-mannered children’s celebrity plans to save science in America—or go down swinging.

Read the full article on Popular Science

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