Pink mountaineer's axe from Muromachi period, 14th century Japan
in case you where wondering why there was a heart symbol on a 14th century weapon

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Pink mountaineer's axe from Muromachi period, 14th century Japan
in case you where wondering why there was a heart symbol on a 14th century weapon
Saw this funny post and wanted to draw something w it
i feel. like on a fundamental level. i do not understand x reader fic. i am not exactly opposed to it because let a thousand blossoms bloom etc. but like. i genuinely don’t get it. it seems like the exact opposite of how i engage with fiction. like the whole point is that i’m not in there. i don’t wanna be in there. if i’m in there it’s going to be very stressful.
When I was younger I thought the black market was a physical place in the middle of a desert canyon somewhere, and the reason it was called that was because all the stalls used black fabric. I thought that human bones and brains in jars were sold there. I thought you could buy smuggled artifacts and stolen artwork from painters long dead. I thought that you could buy elephant ivory and endangered bird eggs. I thought that you could buy rhinoceros meat and wild chinchilla coats. I thought you could buy pirated copies of movies and hard drives full of government secrets. I kind of wanted to go, but I knew it was a terrible thing to ask. I wouldn’t have bought anything, I would have just liked to look.
got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief
Flew too close
Is the guy in the cuck chair supposed to stay quiet or is he allowed to clap and cheer
he's supposed to take notes and make an intrigued hum when an interesting plot point occurs
I see an animol I name it
Guess who’s reblogging turble again
Guess who's smiling about somebody reblogging turble again :3
I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should lock the fuck in *half an hour passes* I should-
smoking in the shed
its tough out there but so am i
I’ve been waiting a year to post this
it’s that time of year again