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don’t take my defeatism too seriously I will always begin again and again no matter what

my favorite part of the show is introducing my best friend, Josh Dun

merry christmas yall i have no idea why comet was on the piano at this show because this was in september but 2014 was like that ig

pathologising

can we kiss please please please I promise you I won't poison you again please

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drearyhours

my favorite trope is the thing star trek does where when a character lists something and they’ll list real things/people but add 1 thats fictional, like “great writers such as shakespeare, robert frost, edgar allan poe and zaxar the giant rat man“

opalescentboy-deactivated202106

Is he... you know... ???

hofessorx

The little gay run I do across the street that makes driver's wanna hit me

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Me, forcing myself to listen to audio bootlegs and imagine all the cool set design, lighting effects, and coreography in my head

noonewouldlisten25

Okay so, which one of y'all has the bootleg to the Beetlejuice musical.

shesnake

SHUNGA collection by Lucy Liu

Liu’s figurative paintings — inspired by shunga, Japanese erotic art popularized in the 17th century — are ruminations on her upbringing in a family where sex and nudity were taboo. When she first began to show these works, a dealer suggested she recut the canvases to eliminate the exaggerated genitals (the work in this article is a relatively tame example). “I can’t do that,” she said. “They were like, ‘Well, do you want to sell? Do you want to create this career?’ I found that so outrageous. [I was] being censored once again. As a child I was not allowed to ask questions but now I can’t even show …” she trails off. “I know it’s aggressive, maybe it’s not your taste, but that’s not the point of the piece.”

“Hanging on the wall of Liu’s studio are three large paintings of nudes. In one, two females crouch head-to-head as if sharing a kiss — or a secret. Get close enough to the canvas and you can see a window ornamented with a flower box; you realize that there is another painting underneath: The original works are paintings of old family photographs.”

src: 1 / 2 / 3

arandomthot

I think about this more often than I should

dethalbumll

some days you’re just the squashed nutrigrain bar that exists at the bottom of every purse or bookbag

biglawbear

You’re right no matter what I look like I’m still a snack and people are always grateful when they realize I’m there thank you for the inspiration post

bitsandbobsandstuff

LET’S TALK ABOUT THIS...

…because what exactly happened here?

This gif came across my dash and I watched it 50 times, could not stop laughing, drank some wine, and decided to break it down frame by frame.

So here we have Steve scampering down a bustling street, immediately after getting super sized, having Peggy Carter touch his boob, and watching his mentor get murdered. Steve discovers he is very fast. Steve is also in a mood.

He hasn’t figured out how to maneuver his Big Boy Body yet, and looks like a baby giraffe wobbling to the water hole.

But all seems well and good, until…Steve does something stupid. Even though his weird Hobbit feet have no problem running BAREFOOT down a grimy street in 1940s Brooklyn, apparently stepping in a puddle is beyond comprehension…so he jumps the curb and tries to sashay away…

FROM A GARBAGE WATER PUDDLE. ABORT MISSION. He also looks like a velociraptor here for some reason, with the hand claw.

AND NOW THERE IS TOO MUCH MOMENTUM (btw this is my favorite Steve Rogers face of all time and I laughed for 5 minutes when I got the screenshot)

HULK SMASH THROUGH THE WINDOW.

Steve literally left a Kool-Aid man shape in the window. I bet Steve drinks the Tropical Punch Kool-Aid because it sounds like it could kick your ass. He probably also drinks Hawaiian Punch (the red kind). Steve is very obvious and has no chill.

Sidenote, these shoes are adorable and I want them.

ANYWAY HERE’S THE KICKER. Steve Rogers can’t step in a fucking PUDDLE with his dainty super feet, but apparently he can stomp barefoot through broken glass?! Sidenote 2, the other night I broke a wineglass on my floor and the next morning I stepped on a T I N Y shard of glass and I needed 3 band-aids.

Then he races off into the sunset, leaving a that poor traumatized bridal mannequin face first on the ground, flashing her lady bits for the world to see. I hope that store was able to submit an insurance claim to the SSR.