is that song actually character-coded or is your brain a character-shaped hammer looking for lyrics to nail down somewhere
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is that song actually character-coded or is your brain a character-shaped hammer looking for lyrics to nail down somewhere
"lupita nyong'o can't be helen of troy because helen was greek and there weren't black people in ancient greece"
DO YOU THINK THESE MOTHERFUCKERS DIDNT HAVE BOATS. THIS ENTIRE MOVIE IS ABOUT ONE OF THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS AND HIS BOAT
do you think these people can read
Best comment I just saw "Helen of Troy was perfectly cast, because all these men are fighting about her."
number theory* diagram
these relationships are always increasing numbers as well. so obviously we need six eleven to mean somethimg
imagine if that's the date it finally happens
It's Pronoun...
i know the way people talk about their pets now is probably how we’ve been doing it for all of history. a cat owner in ancient rome saw their cat lounging on the dining pillows and commented “he thinks himself to be the senator claudius 🤣”
go my phoenix wrights..
go my Phoenix wrights..
Layering my Short Skirt, Long Jacket (CAKE) over my White Tee (CORPSE) and Blue Jeans (Lana Del Ray) Knee Socks (Arctic Monkeys) and Blue Suede Shoes (Elvis) and then putting on my Raspberry Beret (Prince) before I head out to the Bard Olympics where I am disqualified for performance-enhancing power buffs. On my way home I am cast as a sassy but cute side character in an early 2010's Disney Channel original series. I look fresh as hell
slowly creating a moodboard for knowing and perceiving gay characters
Okay that’s real… and so the web weaving continues
everyone shut da fuck up this is the only thing that matters
honestly having a brother is a lot like just knowing some guy
JUNE!!
contender for the funniest dialogue exchange in the game tbh
Wait I don't remember that case all that well, was she aware of everything that happened with her sister ???
this isn't actually iris right now, this is just after dahlia switched in. this is dahlia telling the man she tried to kill, to his face, that she did nothing wrong
Imagine being such a manipulative shitstain that you possess your sisters body and near immediately try telling the person you almost murdered and tried pinning a murder on that you're a nice person
I'm sorry what the fuck is the plot of ace attorney
honestly this is pretty tame by ace attorney standards. like, the only reason any of this was able to happen in the first place was because someone cheated at a bakeoff 19 years earlier. it's just that kind of series.
Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien
happy pride! bisexual mia fey! 🌈
if u time travel kidnapped a medieval peasant's baby and brought it to now it wouldn't be particularly surprised by anything bc babies adapt quickly to most new situations and if u kept them here probably nothing especially terrible would happen, but they would likely grow up with a quiet yet unshakable feeling that they were somehow subtly different from everyone else around them in a way that felt impossible to locate (other people smell weird, i dont know,) but was significant and steadfast enough to cultivate over time a visible wedge between themselves & the rest of the world, (every night i dream of places that look nothing like this, people speaking a language i cant understand in a rhythm that feels like home,) and you would have no idea what to do that could possibly make it better. after their first attempt you would visit them in the hospital, you would be holding them and decide you had to tell them the truth and they would look at you in utter disbelief, bewilderment that morphed slowly into agonized recognition and they would start crying, soft at first then big, gasping heaves as it sunk in that this was the first thing that had ever really made sense, that it had to be true if only because nothing else had been so far, and after the sobbing settled and after a gaping terrible silence they would barely be able to look at you and ask why....would you do this to me? and of course all of this provided there was some way to prevent them from dying of every disease as soon as they got to the future (theirs)/present (yours)/past (mine (i had created this in my mind))
may i offer a Kris Dreemurr to soothe the soul??