resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
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resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that
normal people cant have discussions about ai art because they think all art is like renaissance oil paintings. tumblr people cant have discussions about ai art because they think all art is 3/4 bust drawings of what we do in the shadows characters
bust? i do that shit to Isabelle (from animal crossing) on the daily!
happy pride
People are unfazed if you hate women but if you dislike dogs they assume you're a bad person
“Wow, yeah, I’ve never heard of that, it sounds really fucked up. Bet those perverts south of here would do it though”
the clock app always picks the numbers for you but in calculator the numbers can be anything you want
I keep thinking this! very frustrating
fuck!
they killed him for this
Having electricity in my home is so great. Most of the humans that have ever lived didn't have this.
I can be like "I want a cup of hot tea" and I can go and make one and I don't have to light a fire or anything.
I don't have to light a fire or anything.
Several rabbis have entered the chat.
after a couple hours chopping dried sea urchins into tiny pieces with a razor blade you start referring to the razor blade as yourself in your thoughts. a little while afterwards you'll inevitably think something along the lines of "i'm getting a bit dull, i'm going to have to throw myself out & get myself a new self" at which point your internal monologue has pretty much returned to baseline
literally my dad
inventing some new EVIL tone tags
/pr = pressuring you
/m = mad at you
/f = forcing you to do this at gunpoint
/nj = not joking i want to kill you for real
Squidward's whole deal is that he was a scion of Old Money who got really into Marxism in college and decided he couldn't live with himself as a beneficiary of the Bourgeoisie. He cut ties with his parents and went to live as a proletariat for a few years to better his music.
Of course, what was supposed to be a short term service industry job before he lived for his art has bloomed into just being his life, and life as a poor artist is never as romantic as one imagines. While the cost of living of Bikini Bottom is low enough that even a frycook can be a homeowner, it's not quite so low that he can afford the luxuries he was used to growing up.
His view of the Working Class as the downtrodden masses were rather tattered by years of living between SpongeBob and Patrick, who were not so much temporarily oppressed intellectuals as they were, well, SpongeBob and Patrick.
Still, through thick and thin he's never gone back on his decision to leave the money behind. The great irony is that he is ignorant of his greatest achievement—his superiority to Squilliam isn't turning a bunch of randos into a functioning Marching Band or turning a burger joint into a fine dining establishment, it's having the strength of character to look at all the advantages Squilliam had and choose to leave it behind.
He will never be a master Clarinet player, but he will always have that