airport security: sir please empty your pockets
me: ok *begins pulling out hundreds of knives*
airport security: is that all sir
me: *continues to pull out knives*
airport security: sir

Product Placement
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

shark vs the universe
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
taylor price
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i don't do bad sauce passes
Sade Olutola

roma★

blake kathryn
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Monterey Bay Aquarium

Kiana Khansmith
occasionally subtle
tumblr dot com
sheepfilms

@theartofmadeline

#extradirty

Origami Around

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Netherlands
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Argentina

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Singapore

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from Belgium
seen from France
@hxllowedout
airport security: sir please empty your pockets
me: ok *begins pulling out hundreds of knives*
airport security: is that all sir
me: *continues to pull out knives*
airport security: sir
was going to say “at least i’m a better person than my father” but that’s? such a low bar, really? but it’s also not a lie, technically, so. better person than my father! at least. just casually stepping over that nearly-on-the-floor bar
– B-Batman…
– Don’t you wish.
character roulette continued
everyone’s got a favorite Robin. (two versions of this one because I think I actually like the sketch better, whoops.)
Drawing Jason is so much fun!^^
my aesthetic: pretending to be emotionally unavailable and detached while secretly obsessing over everything
thanks wolf pupy
Starting to organize my classics…
I’m in love with this boy
having a problematic muse like
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There’s a momentary pause in which he thinks this might be a problem–maybe. Usually it isn’t and even if it was, Jason doesn’t think he’d stop. But then of course he wins out, a matter of which he is subsequently horrendously smug about. Grinning ear to ear and leaning back against him all the same. “Probably. Let me savor my victory, damn it.”
In all fairness, that is one of his favorite shirts— but Jason is his favorite everything, so perhaps he can let it slide. Especially when there are pancakes being made. So, with a low grumble, he presses in close to his (shorter) husband’s back, slips arms around his stomach and rests his chin on the muscle and bone of one shoulder. “Savor away, sweetheart. Did you put blueberries in those?”
Are you asking me on a date? Because that would be a “no.”
His name went well with the morning light, a stuttering coffee pot and my own, whispered from gasping lungs.
-am kennedy, “the morning after”
don’t trust men who have to insult other women in order to compliment you
a subset of this rule is don’t trust men who say ‘you’re pretty/smart/[adjective] for an indian/asian/[identity group]’
or ‘you’re not like other [identity group optional] girls’