Q2Q Comics #150: Scheduling Magic
I was waiting for someone to catch that.
For the next decade, I will be scheduling all my meetings for Monday, March 3rd.
And now we have our meeting
ojovivo
One Nice Bug Per Day
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Three Goblin Art
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Fai_Ryy
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Mike Driver
hello vonnie
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Today's Document

ellievsbear
almost home
Not today Justin
KIROKAZE
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Q2Q Comics #150: Scheduling Magic
I was waiting for someone to catch that.
For the next decade, I will be scheduling all my meetings for Monday, March 3rd.
And now we have our meeting
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Ok but the other one is purring so hard
If I ever don’t reblog this assume I’m dead
the thing about millennials who don’t want kids is I feel like a lot of them are deeply On Board for their friends’ kids
like I’m among the minority of my friends in definitely for sure wanting kids someday
but each of my parenthood-eschewing friends has claimed a different role in my future offspring’s life and they seem very excited to play it
so we as a generation may have fewer children
but I feel like they’ll be the most supported and loved children imaginable
As a millennial who doesn’t want children, I am seconding this, because it’s not like we don’t want children to exist in the world! We do! Children can be lovely and amazing and they are literally our future! It’s just So Very Difficult to raise children in our nuclear-family society, especially as a millennial, and you want to do the job RIGHT.
Well, if you can’t do the job right yourself, the least you can do is help a friend raise THEIR child right, help take the burden off their shoulders, and give that kid all the love and attention they can stand.
I’d be damned excited to do that, too.
this generation is so excited and ready to be weird uncle/aunt so-and-so
I've started selling things on Society6, everything is made from photos I've taken. There's prints, bags, mugs, bath mats, blankets the lot. Go have a look!
hey if you identify as a woman and you don’t shave your legs everyday and let your stubble grow free and natural for long periods of time could you reblog or like this post, I’m trying to make a point here, cause apparently I’m a weirdo for not shaving for weeks or months at a time
Why is cheese so goddamn expensive!?!?
@ Hollywood, hire me. I fixed the new Mummy movie without even watching a trailer
Tom Cruise and Young Hot Blonde™ enter the crypt, Tom in the lead because he is the manly protector. Their flashlight beams eventually illuminate a sarcophagus carved in the likeness of a beautiful Princess.
Tom Cruise approaches the sarcophagus, moves to open it.
Young Hot Blonde™: Don’t do the thing.
Tom Cruise: I’m going to do the thing. *Shoves sarcophagus open*
They cough as dust fills the air. Just as it begins to clear, Brendan Frasier shoots upright, drawing his gun and immediately shooting Tom Cruise in the head.
“I thought I told Evy not to put me down for mummification,” he mutters as he looks at his surroundings. He is inexplicably not decomposed or mummified, just vaguely wrapped in Charmin. Glances at a now very dead Tom Cruise. “Oops.”
Young Hot Blonde™: How… how did this happen?
Brendan Frasier: Well, it’s a long story, I’ll have to start at the beginning.
Then they just replay the entirety of ‘The Mummy’ (1999).
After credits scene:
Young Hot Blonde™: That still doesn’t explain how you ended up alive in a sarcophagus in the year 2017.
Brendan Frasier: Oh, yeah, no fucking clue.
happy Ides of March all y’all plebeians
REMIND ME TO REBLOG THIS EVERY MARCH 15TH UNTIL I DIE
You can only reblog this today.
some of my favourite absolutely SICK facts about the trappist-1 exoplanets: - theyre all very close to one another and to their star, so the length of a year on them varies from 1 to 20 DAYS - since they’re so close, the star appears a lot bigger than our sun from earth, and from one planet you could easily see the rest, some would even appear bigger than the moon from earth. you could literally see the surface of another planet with a naked eye!!! - they’re tidally locked to their star like our moon is locked to earth, meaning only one side of a planet ever faces the star, and on the other side it’s always night. the sun never sets or rises on any of the planets - the star is red, so the sunlight is red/orange, meaning if, for example, plants were to grow there, they could be black and that’s just what we know now, imagine how much cool stuff we have yet to discover about the trappist-1 system
A moment of appreciation for the incredibly hard working crew! Photo by Tristram Kenton (x)
Charlie and the chocolate factory?
#justiceformuslims
I love every single person who reblogged this
I don’t think people realize how much of an impact this kind of support can have, I don’t think everyone knows what these little things can mean to us.
It may just be me, I don’t know. But every single time I see this on my dash or on someone’s blog or anywhere else, I kind of just breathe a sigh of relief. That’s one more person who cares. That’s one more person who doesn’t hate me.
Because it means so much, especially when all the media is spewing out is that I’m a terrible person and no one wants people like me near them. It means so much because I’m tired of people who won’t sit next to me in class, or who choose to join the longer line at the grocery store because they don’t want to be beside me and my family. It means so much when I have to lift my head any time someone says the words Islam or Muslim because I’m scared that they’ll say something that’ll hurt, when I have to pay attention to the news because who knows what so and so is saying now, who knows which of my people are being attacked now, who knows what’s going to happen to me now.
It means so much because I’ve been given the idea that the world is against me. And a huge part of it may be, but at least I’ve been reminded that some of it, just a small group of people, acknowledges that I’m a person too. That people like me are just that, people.
Maybe it’s just me, I don’t know. But now you do, so thank you for believing that I’m human when so many people don’t.
Have a great day x
Go unfollow this blog all you want, I am reblogging this.
I am aware this does not follow this blog’s style, however, I find it necessary to reblog this
ALWAYS!!!
You are welcome here. You are loved.
oh man, another one gone too soon.
“An old man was standing before them, his wide, pale eyes shining like moons through the gloom of the shop.”
rest easy mr. hurt
YOU GUYS THIS IS HAPPENING
Happy #ObamaDay
(photos by pete souza, official white house photographer)
thank you.
Happy Birthday to Lin Manuel Miranda
Thank you for inspiring us to dream
For teaching us how to love
For showing us how to live
And maintaining your joy, enthusiasm and unwavering spirit throughout it all
We love you
Love, the fans
If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.
My friend is embarrassed and thinks she’s the only one and I said id prove her wrong.