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Out here hitting the Bong of Anubis
what the fuck do you mean your keyboard doesnt have letters
We have no letters Kathleen!
some 8ish years now i reckon
i have naturally acidic sweat. it's a family thing
we have already. They don't know exactly what is up with it, other than the sweat being slightly more acidic than normal and the acidic mantle being thicker and Way more acidic than normal, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with acidosis. As far as we have tested, our family has had this since at least my great grandpa, and the guy lived to be 93 years old.
What the fuck.
op is a xenomorph descendant from that one time ripley fucked the queen
Because in its younger days it used to have RGB lights:
Some of them still work, when they want:
Though I've long forgotten how to change the color settings
NEVERMIND I JUST REMEMBERED HOW
Imagine trying to claim op is wasteful for using a plastic keyboard after they show off something that looks like it belongs at Old Friends Senior Keyboard Sanctuary.
We all know this site is US-user heavy, but I wanna know how many are vs aren't from the land of capitalism.
American? or nah
yeah I'm American
I'm from one of several countries in the world that's not America
If we gerrymander this, we can outvote the Americans. Only reblog this if you're not American. Reblog while they're asleep.
let's play a game it's called how long can i pretend i don't have basic needs and human emotions
do u have a twitter?
I do! but I started posting there only recently and I do it quite rarely. (CUZ I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW TWITTER WORKSššš)
yeah sooo I just have sketches with my ocs there. nothing interesting
https://twitter.com/ecafircas?t=2UY5JnJZ0p3YSd0w6YmAlQ&s=35
This is a comment someone appended to a photo of two men apparently having sex in a very fancy room, but itās also kind of an amazing two-line poem? āHis Wife has filled his house with chintzā is a really elegant and beautiful counterbalancing of h, f, and s sounds, and āchintzā is a perfect word choice hereāsonically pleasing and good at evoking nouveau riche tackiness. And then āto keep it real I fuck him on the floorā collapses that whole mood with short percussive soundsābut itās still a perfect iambic pentameter line, robust and a lovely obscene contrast with the chintz in the first line. Well done, tumblr user jjbang8
I hate that my aesthetic sense agrees with this but everything you just said was correct
I went back to dig up this post because I was thinking about poetry.
This is one of those non-poem things that are among my favorite poems.
As the OP stated, the use of alliterative consonants is aesthetically just great, especially the placement of the strongest use at the end: āfuck him on the floor.ā The use of āchintzā is indeed great word choice.
Because Iām insane, decided to scan the poem:
Not only is the second sentence, indeed, perfect iambic pentameter, the entire poem is perfectly metered, though the first sentence has four iambs rather than five.
There are further things I love about this poem, though: I like the casual connotations of ākeep it realā juxtaposed with āchintz.ā It causes me to interpret the āchintzā more strongly as meaning something fake, a facade. There is also of course the coarseness of āfuck,ā which is a contrast with āchintzā but a different kind of contrast, gutsy and carnal where āchintzā is flimsy and inanimate.
And then there is the storytelling: there is SO MUCH storytelling in just these two lines. To break it down: The speaker is having sex with a married man, in the house he shares with his wife, which is āfilled with chintzāāsomething that here connotes fakeness, in contrast with ākeep it real.ā
The illicit encounter in the poem takes place within a house filled with facade, the flimsy construction of the wifeās marriage and domestic sphere, but the encounter itself is a taste of something āreal.ā Thatās a story, and itās just two lines.
This is EIGHTEEN SYLLABLES, yāall. The amount of meaning condensed into these eighteen syllables is stunning, and it is so elegantly done.
From a technical standpoint (and ive taken 300- and 400-level poetry classes so I can say this) this is damn near flawless as a poem.
Kept thinking about this ever since I saw it and had to do something
there's art now
Ah dang to go further; the floor is framed as a refuge. As if there is literally no other space in this house that hasn't been populated by his wife with flimsy inanimate fakery. There is no space for this man in this house save for the floor. There is no space for him on the sofa, oon the counter tops, and most notably, no space for him in the marital bed.
Iād also like to point out the use of the word āhas.ā The wife has filled the house with chintz. She isnāt filling the house with chintz. She doesnāt fill the house with chintz. She has filled the house with chintz. Use of the past-tense makes the wife a subtly removed element in the story, someone whose presence we see in the environment, but who is blissfully distant during the actors throes of passion. There is an element of physical as well as emotional separation from the wife that is catalyzed by being fucked on the floor. Use of the past tense is an end to the wife presence in the actors life, a carnal catharsis amid cold fragility and emotional distance.
This is my new favourite post in the world
everyone cheer for the one (1) time tumblr had reading comprehension
little meow meows
upd no fucking way I forgot to mirror last pic and now the handcuffs are on the wrong haNDS
The Lines!!!! The colors!!! The symbolism!!! The backgrounds!!! I love how pretty boy psycho Light looks!!! So many fail to portray him as quite as psychotic as this
I think Lightās āperfectā face really works in contrast to how empty and ethereal he looks in this. Donāt get me started on how L looks outwardly empty but really is so human/expressive. Your designs are *chefs kiss* and the colored lines and thick black lines are the cherry on top.
I find it hilarious that I can see a million thoughts in Lās head but when I see Light itās like heās got just šļøššļø going on when heās your art with him
In conclusion, give me your style. Like seriously hand it over Iām not joking like i will rob you
AAAAAH SOBBING THROWING UP AND KICKING FEET RN. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm still not entirely happy with how I draw them (I want to shave Light BALD and eat L's eyes because they just don't turn out the way I imagine them) but I'm extremely pleased to hear that people see me trying to portray their character! thanks again for your kind words šš
I've re-entered my Death Note phase
little meow meows
upd no fucking way I forgot to mirror last pic and now the handcuffs are on the wrong haNDS
L/light is the funniest fucking pairing in the world bc it is so embarrassing for both of them like light is gripping the bathroom sink & crying like āheās not even cute i donāt even like all his weird bullshit and cutting remarks and genius deductions and the way he knows me better than myself iām straight i am straightā meanwhile L meets a hot guy who is kind of obsessed with him and can keep up with his mind games and heās just like shrug. heās PROBABLY a serial killer but literally what else am i doing
possibly the funniest thing to come out of The Art Book Incident was this series of tweets from a random Disco Elysium fan who had the most amazing timing in the world
noticed something abt detectives
What I keep attempting to write: Kim Kitsuragi is a truly amazing character and I love him, both from a character standpoint and how he works as a game mechanic in Disco Elysium. Harry is an absolutely deteriorating wreck and Kim serves as a perfect counterweight, but their relationship is not an uneven one. Kim makes it perfectly clear that he would ditch your sad sorry ass in a heartbeat if you crossed the line with him. You can toe that line, sure, but he has his limits and he's not just some unflinching sidekick who never pushes back. He doesn't just put up with your shit, it's clear that he respects you as a fellow officer, particularly after he finds out about your case solving track record. There is an unspoken devotion there, of one officer to another, of two outsiders to each other, of two men out of their depth in a town that hates them on a case that's mostly a pissing contest between their respective precincts. Kim sticks by Harry (and MY Harry at the very least stuck by Kim). Kim is both an unrepentant spoilsport and very silly. He has a level of control that is unparalleled, but you can make him give in and go along with your tomfoolery. He tosses out quips in complete deadpan. He jokes with such utter sincerity. Kim is, if nothing else, committed to the bit. Kim from the outside is such an average man, but he becomes this rock to Harry, someone who is so put together ( or at least appears to be) it contrasts so completely against our utter wreck of a player character; he becomes a source of stability. We may not know where we are and who we were/are, but Kim will always be Kim, and we can count on him, rely on him even. It sets him up as this almost deified figure to the player character, someone on a whole different level of "has their shit together"ness that it's impressive. Kim is competent. Kim is smooth. Kim doesn't succeed at everything, but his failures pale in comparison to Harry's. And yet, despite all of this, it is incredibly clear that just on a personal level, Kim likes Harry. Harry is able to make Kim smile (even if they're just small smiles). Harry is able to suss things out about Kim that most people wouldn't notice, and it's clear that Kim likes the attention--at least when you're not begging him for secrets about himself. Kim is, at least in some small part, a bit attracted to Harry. Kim is canonically gay. Kim is such a huge part of Disco Elysium to me that as much as I love the rest of the game, it falls away in comparison to the magnificence of one Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi.
What comes out: hnnngh Kim is the best I love him love of my life happy pride to Kim Kitsuragi only
people in the tags are complaining that Heizou doesnāt look detective-y enough and that they wanted anime Sherlock Holmes
like, no no no, there are already ten thousand anime Sherlock Holmes. I donāt want another self-important condescending genius. I like that heās cheerful and random and doesnāt look serious.
I donāt want another anime Sherlock Holmes, I want an anime Colombo.
bestie you earned a follow for your username making me go through the five stages of grief before i just went "okay wait is this or is this not a spam account" and i clicked on your username and you just
you're here. and i appreciate the fact you unintentionally made me fucking lose it.
LMAO TY-----
in fact i usually use tawooku/putyalerium as a username but these numbers...have their own charm :')