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fishgummy

like what’s up manger

doomingthenarrative

texts i recieve from my sister

ingridverse

I think that shop is called a "church" and they were trying to tell you what not to do

memewhore

utopians

saw a pic of a maria martinez vase on the dash and had to physically hold myself back from reblogging it to tell everyone abt her burnishing technique

utopians

that's not even glaze do you understand that's not glaze that's burnished slip!! she was just that fucking good!! some of the most beautiful pottery on earth imho

thehardveneer

Martinez is from San Ildefonso Pueblo in northern New Mexico.

coffinwoodx

ok so for those of you who don’t know, there’s this twitter account of a japanese local hero mascot named dentman who went viral recently due to this tweet

but yeah he saw the tweet. and his response went viral as well (which is how i found his account)

and he just has like. hourly posts reminding you to brush your teeth

oh and his rival? his name is mr. mutans. whenever dentman posts he makes a post of his own, ofc

but THAT’S NOT ALL. literally while making this post i found a THIRD ACCOUNT that’s all about taking your meds

safe to say i’m losing my mind

anyway the point of all this was that people are ALREADY beginning to draw them ship art 😭

and the reactions are everything

I CANT ADD ANY MORE IMAGES BUT TRUST ME THIS IS SO FUNNY

toxic one-sided dentman yaoi wasn’t on my 2024 bingo card but it DEFINITELY IS NOW!

lumichenart

Pls don’t call me. Repost! I think about this piece all the freaking time because of how damn relatable it is 🥲 With social anxiety on top of my hearing disability, it’s a terrible combo for phone calls…

vampire gnome. if you even fucking care

emil

I CARE SO MUCH IT HURTS A LITTLE

thecollectibles

Art by Alai Ganuza

accessible-art

[ID: Five oil paintings of bathroom sinks from various angles, painted in a detailed style with highly saturated colors. The first painting shows a white porcelain utility sink with a tall, arched faucet. A bottle of pink soap rests by the faucet and is reflected in its chrome surface, and the white subway tiles of the wall are rendered in shades of cyan and pastel pink.

The second painting shows a bathroom sink with a smaller faucet in front of a mirror. A bottle of clear soap rests on the edge, and a person’s face is reflected in the chrome faucet.

The third painting shows a sink with a lush house plant resting in it. A second plant waits on the counter nearby. Water cups and toothbrushes sit in the corner.

The fourth painting shows a bathroom sink with pink hand soap and a scrub brush.

In the fifth painting, a person with yellow-painted fingernails is running a paintbrush under the tap. Hot pink paint is splattered around the drain and covers a palette knife sitting on the rim of the sink. A glass mason jar full of more brushes sits on the other rim. End ID]

valarhalla

Cylinder Seal

Also cylinder seal

o-craven-canto

brainrotdotorg

i am shrunken down and brought to the gnome world and when i attempt to assimilate to their culture I use an acorn cap as a hat and they all laugh cheerfully at my silly mistake of wearing what they use as a bowl like a cap and though this is a transgression that would have humiliated me in my human life I am instead laughing alongside them at my humorous misunderstanding

brainrotdotorg

they ask me what I would like to eat and knowing that gnomes enjoy fruit i ask for my favorite fruit, an apple, and they all laugh raucously and say that i must be very hungry indeed to desire an entire apple rather than just a small chunk, and i go along with their joke and say that while my body may have shrank my stomach has not! and they all guffaw with delight until their faces turn red and see that my request is met and we all sit around a toadstool and share many apple slices together

brainrotdotorg

over my time spent with the gnomes, my antics are still regarded with much delight. though i am past the age in which i am confused by their customs and norms, i occasionally pretend to be clueless about simple and easily understood things, such as shock at how toads are as tall as I am. they all continue to laugh at my feigned surprise, and sometimes join in, asking me if I need any help distinguishing what berries are for eating and which are for painting. i laugh, too. there is a sense of grace that comes with my shortcomings amongst the gnomes. they are entertained by my misunderstandings, yes, because life is to short to not be jolly.

brainrotdotorg

i wake up one morning back at my original size. the small cavern in the roots of a tree that i lived in is destroyed in my sleep. my clothes, tailored from cut-up scraps of fabric, are shredded around me. i am a human again. i am horribly embarrassed.

the gnomes of the community gather around where i sit, all looking at me and exchanging glances with each other, none of them speaking the obvious. i can no longer stay here, now that i am not their size. but i was part of their community. i became one of them, indistinguishable from these people only from my past. how am i supposed to return to the world of the humans now? there is no life left for me there. that is not a life where i may fish for minnows in a babbling brook and feast off a bounty of raspberries. i am distraught. i cry.

my community comforts me. friends, all minuscule to me now, pat me wherever they can reach, nimbly dodging the tears that fall from my face. one of them offers me water. they don't have any containers that are big enough for me, they apologize, so just this acorn cap filled with morning dew will have to suffice.

i take the acorn cap and look at it in my hands. it is so small now. with a sniff, i put it atop my head.

the gnome chuckles. then laughs. then bends at the waist, bellowing with laughter, supporting himself on my knee. then i am laughing too, face red, tears still falling, and my community of gnomes laughs with me as well, so loud that a flock of birds takes off in the distance, and i am still laughing even as i stand to my feet and lumber away, back to where i once came.