No title available
blake kathryn
d e v o n
Peter Solarz
Cosimo Galluzzi
Sade Olutola
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Kaledo Art
PR's Tumblrdome
Show & Tell
NASA
⁂
wallacepolsom
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
★
Jules of Nature
occasionally subtle
trying on a metaphor
EXPECTATIONS
Noah Kahan
seen from Türkiye
seen from Brazil
seen from Argentina
seen from Netherlands
seen from T1
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Brunei
seen from Italy
seen from China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Italy
seen from Singapore
seen from Japan
seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from New Zealand
seen from Singapore
seen from United Kingdom
@jaciethebard
i think i actualy could get a manhole cover to fit down a manhole hole . everyone else just hasn 't been trying hard enough
im pretty confident that i have the grit and determination to get that mf in there!! maybe it would require a hydaulic press or somethign
i think i actualy could get a manhole cover to fit down a manhole hole . everyone else just hasn 't been trying hard enough
I went to Escher Sentence Island and more people were there than I was
i went to garden path sentence island and some flowers
went to sentence fragment island. sucked.
hey, maybe we should arm the rabbits with little guns
[an etsy witch's devastating Lunar Plume beam attack passes inches over Mitch Mcconnell's head].
FUCK, I MIS-
[Lindsey Graham walks into frame, smiling while holding a bill labeled 'kill all orphans' in curly red penmanship]
wait wait maybe i-
[the powerful beam soars over Lindsey Graham's head as well]
GOD DAMNI-
[the camera pans up to reveal a piano looming over lindsey graham's head, the rope used to lift it having been severed by the devastating Beam.]
...uh
[the piano begins to fall exactly one comedic beat after it is acknowledged by the camera, flattening Lindsey Graham into a human accordion.]
...oh shit, that wasnt a Lunar Plume, i had it set to Looney Tunes
just a heads up. im gonna do a big curse soon
okay so honestly i wasn’t expecting they’d be able to hide the body for this long
LINDSEY GRAHAM ?
curse misfire, happens to the best of us
what if it was called magic the slathering and it was about lotions and ointments
If you truly live by the sword you can just say no to dying by the sword.
#if you can't parry you aren't living by the sword anyways
give the fish a man and they'll eat for a day. give them another man, then another, but you can't do this forever. give yourself to the fish. give yourself to fish and you can be one with them for a lifetime
video games:
crunchtart special edition
please jumping
ghost mom
the bing bang boom
brothers 2: sisters
cheerleader warlord
buccee's rampage blood n guts edition
sex elf
dinosaur jazz club simulator
the killing bloke
zippitup!
dancedancedancedancedancedancedance
robert wars
slim pickin's
destiny's golden egg II: the secret garden
unfarted
leave forever
scary man with scary hands!!!
bernard
wish would ubplay?
crunchtart special edition
please jumping
ghost mom
the bing bang boom
brothers 2: sisters
cheerleader warlord
sex elf
dinosaur jazz club simulator
robert wars
destiny's golden egg II: the secret garden
buccee's rampage blood and guts edition
one of the other ones you didn't put here because there's not enough room smiles
every time I think about how they apparently made yoda's swamp hut an instinctual thing that his entire species crawls off and builds I fucking lose it again
[yoda suffering anxiety attack voice] hmm build a mud hut I must. for reasons I don't know.
[yoda suffering manic episode voice] a really good fucking idea, a mud hut is
I guess the reason all that Backrooms stuff has never really fazed me is because I worked in on-site networking support for a while, and literally every city's downtown district is just Like That once you get off the beaten path. Not just the really big cities, either; the one I'm currently living in has a population of less than 250 000 – metro area included – and a downtown area about six blocks across, and the service corridors still manage to do some House of Leaves shit. At one point I was trying to map the route of a misbehaving network cable, started out in a shopping mall parking garage, and ended up surfacing in the basement of the casino across the street. Totally unsecured – apparently neither the mall's administration nor the casino's managers knew that particular service corridor existed.
Like, I once bumped into a fully stocked and operational Coke machine in an unlit maintenance corridor twenty feet below ground level. Its display lighting was the only illumination for a hundred yards in either direction. I don't even know what it was plugged into.
Somewhere below this city there's a room the size of a high school gymnasium filled floor to ceiling with rotting mattresses. I've seen it with my own eyes – and, more importantly, smelled it with my own nose. I can't recommend the experience.
(That last one isn't even mysterious. The room in question is within easy walking distance of the basement of a major hotel, if you know where you're going; I imagine the hotel started stashing their old mattresses there at some point rather than pay to have them hauled away, and over the ensuing decades the situation got out of hand.)
In response to a couple of recurring questions in the notes:
I don't have any experience with the weirder corners of university campuses – my work in that particular job just never happened to take me there. I did, however, once have to do a cable trace in the basement of a former Christian elementary school. It had haphazardly been subdivided into numerous tiny rooms, some as little as ten feet across, with no central hallways or apparent floor plan. Every single room was, for reasons that were and remain unclear to me, full of broken kitchen appliances. One room in particular contained an enormous industrial freezer unit that was larger in its smallest dimension than any of the doors leading to it. Was it delivered in pieces and assembled on site? Did they build the room around it? That one still bothers me a little bit.
No, I did not drink the Morlock Tunnel Coke. What are you, nuts?
Trying to do a tarot reading but the guy across the table is running mono blue and keeps countering my major arcana.
"Hmm, so, the Nine of Swords--" "Nine of Plowshares" "Hm" "You gain nine life though."
