The Road to El Dorado (2000) dir. Bibo Bergeron, Don Paul, Jeffrey Katzenberg
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The Road to El Dorado (2000) dir. Bibo Bergeron, Don Paul, Jeffrey Katzenberg
What do you think of the new feet, angel? Brand new.
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Heâs so BAMF here, I love it! â€
Bonus:
Once again late at the partyâ if I keep on coming the day afterwards nobody will invite me ever again :âD
Happy belated birthday to my beloved ducko @martina_a_duck (on Instagram)!!đđđ Itâs obviously Erianthe with an olive branches crown that Alphaios made for her, even tho thereâs a high risk that heâs gonna pick and eat part of the thingâ
Erianthe belongs to Martinaâs lovely Good Omens Greek mythological AU âGolden Omensâ, I strongly suggest to check it out on Insta, youâll fall in love with it faster than you can say âgarden of the Hesperidesâ âš
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Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/CPY2UO9lnJn/?utm_medium=copy_link
And just, just for comparison, THIS is the artist complimenting my painting. I'm speechless
hey bi people
Holy fuck
donât mess with us
@sevdrag @ialwayscomewhenyoucall @vexbatch
i love this so much
#she/her but in like a way where you look at a majestic ship not like a woman (via @exeunt-pursued-by-a-bearâ)
they/them but in a pile of leaves kind of way
Good Omens - Crowley
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I wish this feeling upon everyone who wants to wear a dress, its really the best
me: *spills my feelings* my brain: *slamming fists on table* REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET REGRET REGR
My gf is an actual amab cis girl. They wrote male on her birth certificate by mistake
holy shit tell your girlfriend congrats on the fun gender
In an odd inversion, my cis grandfather was marked as female on his DEATH certificate.
My great-grandma was born in 1924, in a house with a dirt floor in Kentucky, a coal minerâs daughter and the youngest of eleven children. Itâs a miracle that there was even a doctor to attend her birth. He was drunk off his tits at the moment of her birth, but he was there. Tons of people also born under these circumstances also did not have birth certificates, but she did.
However, the doctor marked her as âmaleâ on her birth certificate, presumably moments before passing out in some bush nearby.
Nobody really noticed and it didnât much matter as she grew up. She married young, as womem did back then, and became pregnant with my grandmother.
In 1942, when she was eight months pregnant, she recieved a letter in the mail that informed her that it was time to serve her country.
Sheâd been drafted into WWII.
Imagine the looks on the faces of the folks at the drafting office when a hugely pregnant woman arrived and handed them her draft card.
your future self loves you. they will look through old photos of you with affection, not disgust, nor embarrassment. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, of how much youâll change, of the people youâll meet, of how youâll eventually learn to accept yourself, then love yourself. they will read your diary entries and poems and favourite lyrics, heart aching, tears in their eyes. if only you knew...
your future self loves you. if only they could show you. they are living proof. youâll turn out okay after all. they wish they were there to console you, dance with you, and make you write it a hundred times: âI AM LOVEDâ. they will listen to playlists you made, just to experience you again. they will write you a letter - of forgiveness, longing, reassurance. you will never read it. but you will know.
reqâd by @yellowyellowbluered
an accompaniment toÂ
both in response to when a family member eats your leftovers
FUCK SORRY THAT WAS SO OMINOUS I UPLOAD THESE AT LIKE 2 IN THE MORNING ON SCHEDULE SORRY FOR THE TYPO
i meant that^^ to say when a family member eats your leftovers, but apparently either my brain or tungler wiped out three whole fucking words so it sounded like a sniper just took me the fuck out
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ah delicious
Mood
When your friend has so much himbo spirit he rigs himself a gaydar to be a better wingman.
it never hit me how shortsighted Heaven is until i realized they put a Principality (whose entire raison dâĂȘtre is to protect places and people from harm) in charge of Earth, and then were genuinely surprised when Armageddon came and said Principality went absolutely off-the-grid feral trying to stop it
Where did I read the sentence âyou canât give a Principality a territory and then act surprised when they become territorialâ
Honestly, given how Heaven reacts to everything throughout Good Omens, Iâm 99% sure that they meant for Aziraphale to be guarding against the humans, and Aziraphale just had one of his âIâm going to selectively hear those ordersâ moments, and the rest was history.
âAnd,â Gabriel said with a wink, âyouâre going to be a guardian in the human realm.â
Aziraphale nodded and winked back.
As methods of communication go, a wink is quite versatile. You can say a lot with a wink. For example, Gabrielâs wink meant:
Youâre going to go down to that earthly territory and make sure those hairless monkeys donât do anything to get in the way of the divine plan and make sure they know what it is to fear the wrath of the Almighty and behave themselves as lesser beings should.
And as far as he was concerned, Aziraphaleâs answering wink meant: I shall indeed descend to the earthly plane full of gross matter and hairless monkeys and be sure to keep them in their well-deserved place, beneath our divine heel.
Whereas Aziraphale, on the other hand, thought that Gabrielâs wink was more along the lines of: You lucky beggar Aziraphale, getting to go down there and look after Godâs new humans and all the exciting things they have to make and discover. Now you go down there and experience all the humans have to offer and protect them with your life.
And therefore, his own wink had meant: Message received and understood. The humans will never have a more stalwart guardian. Looking forward to seeing what sushi is when it comes around.
It took quite some time for angels to learn the important of using words when dispatching pedantic principalities on human-sitting duty.
reblogging for the wink