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i don't do bad sauce passes
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@ghostcasserole
imagine being stuart skinner bro. you’re a goalie in edmonton and you play with mcdavid and draisaitl but everyone hates you then you get TRADED and suddenly you’re having beers and getting goalie taps with sidney crosby and evgeni malkin and kris letang and they’ve got multiple arenas around the league calling your name like it’s the mf coliseum and your career is essentially saved. and you have a mustache.
cleaned up my sketch of gorgug :) he's so joyous and happy look at him!!
The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive — sol rios
published as part of the Citizen Trans* {Project} by New Words Press
[ID: The Trans Agenda Is To Keep My F*cking Friends Alive
sol rios
At 2pm and 2am. Sleep, I remember you. Please, wait for me. I send out 7 reminders to eat a day. Like little paper lifeboats. It’s nothing. And it keeps me afloat. I forget to eat too. I need company for my shot. .3ml of Estradiol over facetime. I tell my friend I’m being a baby about it, she says woman up. Daylight savings swallows up the hour in question. I was going to sit in the bathtub until you responded. And I need you to keep you alive for me. Just until Thursday. Just through to 6 am. I can send you 14 dollars for soup. I can lend you my ears. You’ll need both hands to hold a heart. Your razor clinking against the counter. In a dream I almost slip into, I reach through the phone and hide the blade in my open palm, before you notice. Text me, I say. In the morning. I love you. I need you alive. We can figure out the rest tomorrow. With or without sleep. With or without the light of the morning. /END ID]
From Las historias más bellas de la Odisea
to simply exist
the bad kids & their rides :D
ok I endured it. now what!!!!!!!!!
another vicreature piece, i had this one just sitting in my computer and only just could post it (as I was in the process of moving houses)
Oh goodness gracious
A bunch of sold pieces from last month (more to be posted)!
Puts him in colorful outfit
anyway hoping that the generative AI bubble pops so disastrously that the tech industry becomes allergic to anything involving it for the next 1,000 years
Like to charge reblog to cast
This would have had me crucified on tumblr 10 years ago but maybe we are ready for this conversation now:
If you are a socially anxious person, you have to socialize. Your panic/anxiety attacks will only get worse and trigger more frequently if you constantly avoid contact with The Public. Not saying that you need to be a social butterfly- but there is a genuine problem with not being able to order your own meal at a restaurant. And it cannot be solved by always having someone else do it for you.
This is a PSA to about 3/4s of the Portland Youth populace
everyone who reblogs this and is like "I ordered my own tea this week" or "I only barfed once when I had to give a presentation'- you are doing amazing sweetie. Have patience with yourself, you are relearning a skill so difficult that people get 4 year degrees to do it professionally.
Gomez and Morticia Addams got divorced. I woke up mortified and with a sense of inexplicable dread.
you literally don’t need any other plot and i would watch the movie
Every 'normal' adult is fussing around Pugsley and Wednesday because "poor children that must be so hard for you to see mom and dad break up like this"
But the kid are absolutely unfazed, arguing that "it's alright they will be together again soon". The normie are so sad for the "children clinging to vain hopes" until Morticia and Gomez get married again two weeks after the divorce.
In the meantime Mama and Uncle Fester fight about which one of them will go to whose custody.
They pretend to argue in court and at meeting with lawyers over the splitting of the properties but that's mostly Gomez insisting to leave more and more thing to his wife in an angry voice.
At home they decided not to talk to each other so Lurch has to (begrudgingly) transmit messages from one to the other, even when they are sat on either side of the table.
That works (more or less) then Morticia says one word in french and Gomez run to cover her with kisses until Morticia remind him that they are spliting (that's the only moment he seems to regret the whole thing)
This. All of this.
Wednesday offers to help with split custody of Pugsley. her suggestion involved a big table saw
They fight over who gets to hire the expensive big-firm lawyer and who gets to hire the up-and-coming rookie divorce lawyer. It's a whole Thing.
The up and coming lawyer is Thing?
Thing wins the case
it's actually started because Thing just passed the bar exam and no one will hire Thing
Thing is dressed as elle woods
The expensive big-firm lawyer demands to know if Thing went to Harvard.
Thing makes a 'what, like it's hard?' gesture.
Everyone please behold this baby tree:
It's so much smaller than the support posts, they had to secure it with caution tape.
Caution: baby!
One day (but not this day)!
Update:
Thriving!
Now taller than a human person!
In case you were wondering!
Update:
Filling out, and up!
We threw it a birthday party once spring arrived. 🎂
Today was a pretty shit day. This is a nice post to see. Birthday hat tree.
I hope tomorrow is kinder. 🌱