ART RAT, oil pastel on paper

titsay
Stranger Things
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hello vonnie

blake kathryn
Jules of Nature
we're not kids anymore.
cherry valley forever

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
$LAYYYTER
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Discoholic 🪩

#extradirty

Kiana Khansmith
Three Goblin Art

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Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@feelinwobbly
ART RAT, oil pastel on paper
likes to charge, reblogs to cast
LIKE TO CHARGE REBLOG TO CAST LET'S GET THIS FUCKER EXPLODEDED
The masculine connotation of a bow tie and the feminine connotation of a bow on the top of the head implies a nonbinary bow style placed directly over the nose
"getting laid" is very hot and sexy. "getting off"? great news as well. so you would think "getting laid off" would be wonderful news for your penis. but alas
Aamer Rahman: "A colonizer’s favourite trick is to start the timeline when it's convenient for them."
At the start of one of my many attempts at uni (we're no joke on number seven) I took an anthropology class because it seemed cool. This was at the absolute height of the popularity of Bones so the first lecture was literally standing room only, fire hazard levels of packed.
So the professor comes in and I cannot express enough how much this man was actually round, not tall, greying, balding, and literally wearing a three-piece tweed suit with a little red bow tie. He was the most perfect human being I've ever met.
Anyway the look on his face when he saw an actually packed lecture theatre was one of sheer unbridled glee. Natural, right? His dinky little subject is suddenly unbelievably popular.
Which gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about pissing for a solid hour. Because that was his specialist subject. Comparative urination etiquette.
This man who was the Platonic ideal of a humanities professor stood there and talked enthusiastically about piss to a packed to the rafters lecture theatre full of bright-eyed first years, and as this was a Monday morning it was almost certainly many people's first ever university lecture of their whole life. His eyes were glittering with joy the whole hour. He was having the time of his life.
There were absolutely no questions at the end of the lecture. He, apparently having fully understood what he was doing, clearly expected this and instructed us to have a lovely day and wished us good luck on our higher education journey.
You could sit anywhere you wanted in the lecture theatre the next week and the lecture was intro to methods in anthropology.
I don't think I could ever love a man more than I still love him.
it's always so funny to see a bug just fucking booking it across the floor. like girl where are you going. bug plans
once i was in the TSA line for a flight and it was SO LONG that TSA decided to just drop all the security protocols. leave everything in the suitcase including electronics. keep your shoes on. don't go through the fancy 360 scanner, just the metal detector. get out of here. and i was like ohhhh so you admit this is all just your stupid community theatre production that you've made me be a part of for all this time and it doesn't actually mean anything real. okayyyyy
A friend and I used to travel a lot together, and we did "TSA Theatre" where we would be in various costumes with layers of ridiculous things like belts with bones and rubber chickens hanging off of them. It didn't slow down the lines much but we'd clown it up with dropping things as we bent down to pick up something else, etc. Just some improve physical comedy bits. Our bags had big patches on them that read "TSA Theatre". Our little way of making sanity out of some bs.
once i was in the TSA line for a flight and it was SO LONG that TSA decided to just drop all the security protocols. leave everything in the suitcase including electronics. keep your shoes on. don't go through the fancy 360 scanner, just the metal detector. get out of here. and i was like ohhhh so you admit this is all just your stupid community theatre production that you've made me be a part of for all this time and it doesn't actually mean anything real. okayyyyy
if i was a popular minecraft youtuber id just tweet "hey guys stop drawing shipping fanart of me and my friends/coworkers, i only fucked one of them and seeing me paired with anyone else is kinda weird and crosses my boundaries" and then i'd turn my phone off
‼️ my recreation textbook said prison abolition now!
[Image id: Figure from Power, Promise, Potential, and Possibilities of Parks, Recreation, and Leisure.
What Recreators Can Do
It costs approximately $30,000 to incarcerate a juvenile offender for one year. If that money were available to Parks and Recreation, we could do the following:
Take him swimming twice a week for 24 weeks,
And give him four tours of the zoo, plus lunch,
And enroll him in 50 community center programs,
And visit the nature center twice,
And let him play league softball for a season,
And tour the gardens at the park twice,
And give him two weeks of tennis lessons,
And enroll him in two weeks of day camp,
And let him play three rounds of golf,
And act in one play,
And participate in one fishing clinic,
And take a four-week pottery class,
And play basketball eight hours a weeks for 40 weeks,
After which we could return to you: $29,125 and one much happier kid.
Reprinted, by permission, from E. O’Sullivan, 1999, Setting a course for change (National Recreation and Park Association).
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Did the stepsisters in the Cinderella movie just think that like, all mice and birds wore little vests and hats and shoes? Like surely they would have had encounters with the birds that lived around their chateau. When Anastasia gets "pranked" by Gus Gus showing up in her morning tea does she NOT notice that he's dressed in a little outfit? Or does she just think that that's like, how all little mice dress.... Every chateau in France has mice dressed in little outfits, surely.
My Apology:
Dear Gerard Way:
I am sorry for killing your immortal vampire soul with a sharpened stick I found outside. I had to do it because my roommate was being a major bitch and trying to become the vessel for your astral vampiric lifeform and frankly I just needed her to cut it out. She was biting people and burning beloved artifacts (she burnt the Kermit plushie I was in a relationship with. Do not judge me for being in a relationship with a muppet. What do you even know about love Gerard Way). In any case, it was honestly kind of your fault that she went so crazy. Whatever "chemical" you were putting in "My Chemical Romance" was not safe for her mind, body, or soul and I think being emo turned her into a witch. If you wish to apologize in return for what you put me through, I will gladly accept. But yeah. Sorry, I suppose.
pass it on!
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[ID copied from alt: a series of panels featuring the main party in dungeon meshi, as they appear in the cover of the daydream hour compilation, done in warm colours against a pale pink background. in the first, falin hugs senshi around the neck and bends down to kiss his temple, while he smiles and pats her arm. senshi then turns to pass the kiss onto chilchuck, who crosses his arms and screws his face up, blushing, as he's kissed on the cheek.
izutsumi baps an unamused chilchuck in the face before he can turn to her. without looking back, she does the same to laios, smacking her open palm over his smiling face as he comes up behind her, arms open for a hug.
laios gently holds marcille's smiling face in his hands and bends down to kiss the crown of her head. marcille then turns and is startled by falin, who leans closer to her, tilts her head, and points at her own lips in an unspoken request.
in a much simpler cartoon style, marcille steels herself, pumping her fists, while falin fondly waits for her.
marcille launches herself at falin in a spirited kiss. she's bright red to her ears, hair whipping out behind her, arms wrapped firmly around falin's neck. falin returns the kiss happily, bringing her arms around to hold marcille. the force scatters petals from the flowers tucked in their hair and in falin's belt. End ID]