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KIROKAZE
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The Stonewall Inn
Doug Jones
hello vonnie
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

oozey mess
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Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!

Andulka

Origami Around
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todays bird

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@blueparasiteflower
My ladies
miss these divas 🫡
Favourite characters for some reason
Guess who's back... Back again... Fujiko Mine!
I went to my Bugs Class today-- we're on the dead bugs unit right now-- and lately we've been comparing dead bugs to other dead things, to make sure we know the difference. We were looking at dead people today. Their faces are covered, and their skin is peeled back in some places so that we can know that their insides aren't like a bug's. Human cadavers look different than I thought they would. Yellowed skin, sinewy dried-up muscles, imperfectly preserved. They smell like formaldehyde. My one classmate-- you know the one, I won't say their name (I talk about them too much)-- was tasked with holding back the skin with gloved hands so we could look closer at the ribcage, learn how it differs from the thorax. Their hands are long and slender, and they had to take off all their rings to put on the surgical gloves. My heart was pounding as I watched them. I felt horribly ashamed, because the smell of the formaldehyde makes me feel hungry, which is disgusting, and sick. It made me feel sick. I couldn't hear what the professor was saying, I was just looking at Them, and I imagined what it might feel like to have their hands under my skin like that, examining my bones and deciding if I am a human underneath. I don't think I want them, romantically. I'm not even sure if I want them to be my friend. I think I want to be them. Maybe I want to have their skin over my flesh, maybe it would hold my disgusting viscera in a better shape. My mouth is filled with saliva, and I am horrible for wanting. I think if they put me on the table, and opened me up, it would be maggots underneath. I know, because I am rotten. I know, because I can feel them squirming.
Black Jack's World
Ok, last remnants of those Lupin III magazine scans i had lying around. Might(?) do more later but i just felt like getting these illustrations. (also sorry for any variance in quality tumblr's image size requirements are on the same level as most other site's pfp size requirements istg)
Haven't posted anything in a while.
05.12.2025
Something’s wrong with my dog I think it’s gay
He won't know that until he tries...
The Barbican
My first time screwing around with pixel art. I wanted to make it look like an old PC98 game. I had a lot of fun with it and maybe I'll consider doing more in the future.