by Laerte Coutinho
Three Goblin Art
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz
trying on a metaphor
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.
$LAYYYTER
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Stranger Things
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Misplaced Lens Cap
cherry valley forever
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

@theartofmadeline
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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One Nice Bug Per Day
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@clairesclitpiercing
by Laerte Coutinho
Bear religion probably fucking rocks. You're a fucking bear, you're the deadliest thing on earth, once a year an endless supply of salmon just flings itself up the river to gorge on and then you nap for 3 months.
The most delicious food in the world is protected by tiny demons who can defend it from everyone except you. Your natural armor is thick enough that you can just eat the damn hive while they buzz around you. God's chosen animals right there
Regular bears tell stories of angel bears sent by the Bear God, pure white and twice as strong as any normal bear could be, who rule the summit of the Earth and kill all who stand in their path.
And they are right, those bears exist and totally do that. Humans just have fake angels as a cope.
love the idea of bears being the chosen species actually. having a near death experience and glimpsing heaven and realising it's just full of bears, no humans at all, humans not ensouled actually, humans an accidental byproduct of God's plan for bears
we have got to get real porn back on this site
Bumps your ankle
Bumps your ankle
Bumps your ankle
Bumps your ankle
Bumps your ankle
Saw this on twitter and yeah, that's all this age verification nonsense is.
im saying shit like this to women all the time
when a moot changes their pfp i feel like a baby whose dad shaved his beard
crochet tapestry of a panel from alison bechdel's fun home (made by me!, 2025)
honestly "oracle that nobody believes" is such a solid trope. imagine trying to convince anybody in 2006 what the next two decades was gonna look like
Cassandra: I have seen the future and it is really, really stupid. They're hiding in the fucking horse.
Things the US government doesn't want you to have! (prints)
this is kinda my favorite song in the world whenever someone says they’ve never heard it i get so excited to share the best song ever
makes me feel exactly like this
trying to play peekaboo with my child but he's a European diplomat:
me: where'd daddy go?
baby: we must articulate a post-daddy vision of strategic autonomy
me: peekaboo!
baby: my historic relationship with my father is stable despite recent troubles
when i'm five minutes late with dinner: truly this is a wake-up call for baby
I absolutely blame Facebook for this shift. Words cannot describe how freaking WEIRD it was in the mid-00s when there was suddenly this popular website where you were required to use your real, brickspace name and encouraged to post photos of yourself. Every single bit of Standard Internet Safety prior to then said that you should never ever ever do either of those.
The great critic Barbara McClay has written about the "politics creep" in every corner of human life, though really of bourgeois Anglophone human life, where every act from reading a novel to lighting a scented candle can be justified - and in fact, self-consciously needs to be justified in advance - as a bold act of resistance. Pretending that self-care is a brave political act detracts from actual political acts, and it sucks the life out of life itself: turning every moment into a performance for an audience, for an imagined crowd of other people on social media. This is other people not as fellow complicated human beings, but as fearful object, whose inner lives are imaginable only insofar as they might be watching and comparing and judging us for whether we've done enough, whether we're wasting our time. And books and movies and TV shows and every other form of fiction will always be, to some extent, a waste of time, as having friends will be a waste of time, as being in love is a waste of time, as every possible action or thought you may have could be considered a waste of time if every second of your life has to prove its value, and has to get a job.
from Dangerous Fictions: The Fear of Fantasy and the Invention of Reality by Lyta Gold
medieval troubadour gets isekaied into early 1970s england but ends up blending in perfectly with the local prog rock scene
has anyone considered that it was probably her house too. where else was she supposed to put her chintz?