Grumium

Grumium, Xi Draconis, the jaw of the Dragon

[stealingpotatoes]

I would give an arm and maybe a leg to see the PHM characters in your artstyle (no pressure)

PUT YOUR LIMBS BACK AND HOLD THIS INSTEAD

(links // tip jar!)

[grumium]

[creekfiend]

my friend has made us watch british tv show Look Around You and we heard peter serafinowicz say "thanks, ants. thants." and we all turned to that friend and went ohhhh my god. so THAT'S why you say that.

is this the same exact reason you said thanks glimmer, thimmer, or is it more from the tumblr snail thing (sning) a while back, or just your own beautiful mind. i just feel like im suddenly noticing it everywhere now that ive become Aware

YES I LOVE LOOK AROUND YOU SO MUCH I'm so glad. spread the word of Look Around You. what are birds? we just don't know

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Look Around You was so well-observed a parody of the old 90s BBC educational programming that when I first watched it my friend didn't realise it was satire until about a third of the way into the first episode

This seems astounding, given that the first three minutes includes someone flying to work. But it just slid right into the space in her brain for "Miss Jones is wheeling out the telly and we are learning about springs in Year 1". Took ages for the dawning realisation

[grumium]

"Hang on a minute", says a good friend, as he watches the pilot episode. "I don't remember calcium bins", he begins to cotton on, as he watches people put teeth into special receptacles for recycling. "Oh, that's because Thatcher axed them in the early 80s when you were young", another friend ad-libs, managing to suppress a grin. "Fucking Thatcher!" he yells, distracted for a moment by going into a rant, only to utter quietly "oh for fucks sake" when Calcic Displacement is demonstrated to a raptorous round of cheers.

[prokopetz]

"You can't ship those characters because they have a problematic height gap" well, strictly speaking we can't ship one of them. The other is well within the size and weight limits of most domestic parcel couriers.

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

my name is emily but ive been thinking of changing it to emerald. i like truth and greenness. and it has the virtue of still abbreviating to em. but what if i just named myself every word that starts with em

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

empyrean. ember. empire. pause post are empire and empyrean related. they cant be right

embittered. emasculate. embarrass. maybe not that one. empirical. emdash

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

etymonline says empyrean from en-pyr and empire from en-parere, to order. false friends

[grumium]

Definition of EMBIGGEN

to make bigger or more expansive : enlarge, expand… See the full definition

[animentality]

[grumium]

We held a Bob Ross painting session and objectively we did everything wrong. We weren't even using oil paints but acrylics, which meant that half the techniques didn't work and turned my mountains and forests into sludge. We were using whatever paintbrushes we had to hand and they were terrible. I decided I was going to liven it up a little and painted a happy little meteor across the sky. It was a frustrating process and I had fun and made something I'm proud of. We held a Bob Ross painting session and we got the important bits right.

[dreadwedge]

I looked inside the midnight cone once and there was a single star lodged in the tip of it and the rest was just black. I heard cone mother’s footsteps in the next room so I pulled my head out of the cone quick so she wouldn’t see. But I bumped it too hard as I did and the star got unstuck and fell down into the bottom of the cone and illuminated the whole thing. When cone mother entered the room she said “daughter, what are you doing with the noon cone in the midnight room. Put it back where it belongs.” So I did. And I took the real noon cone and hid it in the closet. And later after she had gone to bed I snuck into the twilight room, which is always host to a preponderance of cones. And I taped up the bottom of a twilight cone so no light would escape and took it into the midnight room to replace the midnight cone. But the twilight cone doesn’t have a star in it. And I worry that one day cone mother will look inside and realize what I did.

[dreadwedge]

People keep responding to this saying it’s fake because “nobody has 40 friends” but they have no problem with the rest of the details. From this data I can extrapolate that everybody on this website knows like 3 people max but at least one of them is a chill knife-play TSA girl.

[grumium]

[caats]

[starlightshadowsworld]

This feels rather Shakespearean

[british-rail-official]

heavy freight locomotive. beautiful and strong. like a horsie 🐎

[grumium]

I love the blinkers so it doesn't get spooked

[ateazure]

"and the universe said i love you."

[apoemaday]

Morning in the Burned House

by Margaret Atwood

In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here I am.

The spoon which was melted scrapes against the bowl which was melted also. No one else is around.

Where have they gone to, brother and sister, mother and father? Off along the shore, perhaps. Their clothes are still on the hangers,

their dishes piled beside the sink, which is beside the woodstove with its grate and sooty kettle,

every detail clear, tin cup and rippled mirror. The day is bright and songless,

the lake is blue, the forest watchful. In the east a bank of cloud rises up silently like dark bread.

I can see the swirls in the oilcloth, I can see the flaws in the glass, those flares where the sun hits them.

I can’t see my own arms and legs or know if this is a trap or blessing, finding myself back here, where everything

in this house has long been over, kettle and mirror, spoon and bowl, including my own body,

including the body I had then, including the body I have now as I sit at this morning table, alone and happy,

bare child’s feet on the scorched floorboards (I can almost see) in my burning clothes, the thin green shorts

and grubby yellow T-shirt holding my cindery, non-existent, radiant flesh. Incandescent.

[idlelizard]

oodles of ouroboros

[s-n]

[giragirameganedan]

dreamt that itch.io released their own special adaptable accessible super thin flexible silicon game controller called the Butterfly you could also fuck (they packaged each one with lube and toy cleaner) but there was no specific obvious way you were supposed to fuck it they encouraged everyone to find their own special unique way to fuck it. and they ran these ads for it that were different people from all walks of life saying what they do with it . sunburned rural dad who folds it hotdog style and jacks off into it. biracial masc lesbian with undercut who tribs with the joystick. young amputee in wheelchair who lets it vibrate on his lap while he works on his novel. etc. beautiful supermodel woman whos like "and me? i just game. hard." it ended with them all triumphantly saying into the camera "and thats how *I* fuck #MyButterfly"

[grumium]

this presses very specific buttons

[important-animal-images]

[foolfortune]

[parkchanwoohoo]

Realizing that I am not employing enough of my free will to become a nuisance at work

[raine-of-auroria]

Me watching this:

[cowboybarbaryn]

I’m not letting this rot in the tags

[c-rowlesdraws]

For Your Consideration

[grumium]

#SHE #queen of the knight

Now I want a Silksong // Queen of Kings AMV

She, queen of the kings Runnin' so fast, beatin' the wind Nothin' in this world could stop the spread of her wings She, queen of the kings Broken her cage, threw out the keys She will be the warrior of North and Southern Seas