Meet the Robinsons x shitposts II
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Meet the Robinsons x shitposts II
Cornelius: Evolutionarily speaking, it's a mystery why dinosaurs have arms. No wonder they evolved without them.
Wilbur [age 4]: Dinosaurs need arms to hug.
Cornelius: [takes off glasses] God damn it, you’re right.
lewis from meet the robinsons is older than me and i can't process that information
romcom idea: chaotic time traveler who goes back in time to seduce as many historical figures as possible to prove that they weren’t straight
This one is dumb haha
*gazes off into the distance* @buttonedblue? I haven’t heard that name in years.
@buttonedblue
Nick Robinson for Wonderland Magazine (Spring, 2018)
Disney’s Meet the Robinsons in a nutshell
♡ › › MUSE TEA TYPE !
YOU GOT: HIBISCUS TEA !
You’re a *lot*. But that’s not a bad thing! You’re unafraid to take up space and make your voice heard. You love being the center of attention and are willing to cause a scene to swivel the spotlight toward you. You’ve got a sharp tongue (you’ve probably been called sassy at least once in your life) and you can use that for good or evil. Your tartness might not be for everyone, but those who get you love your larger-than-life presence.
tagged: i stole this from myself
tagging: @opusregina, @starlitcore
[gay panic]
Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure (1989)
Donnie Darko, Philosophy of Time Travel
OPUSREGINA
❛ yes, like guinevere. ❜ she casts him a curious look, but makes no further inquiry. perhaps the name is less common, where he comes from. his frame beneath the cloak is thin, and her forehead wrinkles with worry for a moment before she finds herself smiling once more. ❛ wilbur? as in wilbeorht? ❜ she leads him onwards, before another question occurs to her. ❛ where are you from, if i may ask? i worry you won’t be able to find your way home before the sun has set, certainly not without a horse. perhaps you should remain in camelot until the morning. ❜
“staying the night doesn’t sound so bad.” at least he’ll still be walking distance from the drop point for whenever he needs to regroup. wilbur kind of wishes he could pull some hansel and gretel shit, leave a trail to follow back in the morning, so he doesn’t have to rely on memory, which probably isn’t very dependable -- all these trees look the same anyway. “i’m pretty low on cash -- coin right now, though.” he pats the pocket of his stolen cloak, sounding a dull clink from within. who knows how far that’ll get him here. “doubt anyone’s gonna wanna put me up for cheap.”
OPUSREGINA
the more he speaks, the more apparent his age becomes, and gwen finds her expression turning warmer, her gaze softening. there is nothing threatening about this boy, not in the slightest. ❛ there’s no need for that, i’m certainly not a lady. call me gwen, please. ❜ she turns then, opposite to the way he’s facing, and indicates with her head. ❛ come on then. it doesn’t feel it yet, but it gets quite cold after dark, and if you intend to find your way home you don’t want to be caught out for too long, certainly not in a cloak as thin as that. ❜
he almost chokes on his spit as he scrambles to catch up with her. “gwen. like guinevere.” because of course he’s going to run into the future queen of camelot ( see, he at least remembers that much from the legends ). wilbur tries to play it off, pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders. she was definitely right about it being too thin. he’s gonna be a robinson-sicle come morning if he doesn’t find something thicker. as he falls into step with her he clears his throat, nods along. “yeah, gwen. cool name. i’m ---” quick! think of something non-anachronistic! “--- wilbur.” didn’t think quick enough.
Nick by Hedi Slimane for Hero Magazine.
That wasn’t very versace of u.