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Theo Jansen  Strandbeest

Side note: These don’t have motors. They’re completely momentum/wind-powered and literally just wander around beaches unsupervised like giant abstract monsters.

these are both amazing and COMPLETELY TERRIFYING

These are literally my favorite. I saw a tiny version of these sitting still on a counter top at Siggraph by a 3D printer. I asked fascinated what it was and the guy said breathe in and breathe out. I laughed, leaned down, and blew air at it, and the the thing took three little steps towards me and I can’t describe the joy and smile that crossed my face when I saw human engineering that literally allows you to breathe life into a tiny object creature.

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omg I’ve always loved Astrid for this. She doesn’t just try and talk to him at a normal level, because she knows he avoids eye contact. He’s used of a life of people LITERALLY looking down at him, so he just escapes by glancing downward when he feels inadequate. But she won’t have it from him— she gets down ON HIS LEVEL and makes him look up. Makes him see what she sees: somebody worthwhile and worth looking straight in the eye.

Reblogging for that amazing comment.

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I think I may have just wet myself

cannot even.

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victims of the 90’s

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Why, yes. Yes, I am a character designer that works in the game industry. How could you tell???

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Yes Wonder Woman… Hmm. Why are her boobs bigger than her head tho? …Brainwashing indeed. #Oxymoron

Why should her breasts (COMPLETELY COVERED by a CONSERVATIVE BUSINESS JACKET) have anything to do with her as a character—her intelligence, power or ability to be taken seriously when she speaks? #twat

I’m going to point out that the issue I always hear people have with Wonder Woman is her uniform. But Wonder Woman is a goddamn diplomat, an intelligent woman, and that doesn’t change no matter what she’s wearing. Most of the time, this is how she dresses anyway. You know, like the professional she is. But it’s dismissed. As if showing skin makes her a dumb, useless, blow up doll who can smash. 

And let’s fucking face it, if I looked half as good as her I’d wear shorts and tank-tops all year round and that wouldn’t affect my abilities as an engineer any more than her uniform affects her abilities to be everything she is in a business suit.






And furthermore, let me explain something to you about female anatomy.


Does that make them brainwashed? No! That just means they probably have a hell of a harder time finding a bra than you tumblr user iturban.

Seriously, a woman’s intelligence is not determined by her breasts.

The organ that you’re thinking of is the brain.

Chick with boobs bigger than her head checking in here. And surprise! My boobs aren’t even considered to be medically overlarge. I’m a 36F and with a proper bra I experience no back or hip pain (related to my breasts—I do have swayback and have had back problems related to it since early childhood; ironically, the weight of my breasts actually helps by adding a mild correction to my spine!).

Do you know what I do experience?

Having to shop only at Goodwill and boutiques because assholes like you think cute clothes for large-breasted women don’t belong in places like Target or Kohl’s, and having trouble finding a swimsuit because all swimsuits are made for C-cup or smaller women. Having to drop $100+ per bra not because the bra itself is worth $100+, but because my size isn’t carried in most US stores even though it’s becoming a common cup size.

Having women I don’t know from Adam feel it’s their right to ask me, loudly, in front of men and children, “Are those real?” or “How much did those cost?” Occasionally, being delicately called a liar when I say they’re natural: “Wow, I didn’t know breasts got that big with no padding at all. What kind of bra do you wear?”

Having to tailor my T-shirts at home to add panels that will accommodate my breasts, because most women’s T-shirts are close-cropped in the chest; my waist fits like a medium, but my chest fits like an XL. My other option is wearing only men’s tees, which also require tailoring so they don’t look like I’m in a freakin’ dress.

Having to be turned out of store after store, face red, when a customer service rep stammers “Oh—we—we don’t carry sizes for women your size.”

Because we’re clearly all brainwashed sluts and bimbos. The mass of fatty tissue on our chests definitely defines our intelligence. I have an IQ higher than some US presidents and I work in management without having ever actually gotten a business degree, but yes, by all means, I’m just an idiot.

Because of my ginormous, bigger-than-my-head boobs.

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