like what is the point in scraping by and just like barely surviving for years and years when the world waits for no one and it never amounts to much anyway

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like what is the point in scraping by and just like barely surviving for years and years when the world waits for no one and it never amounts to much anyway
arise queers
i wish there was a way to say "you're right, but this is really ineffective and even counterproductive messaging to anyone who doesn't already agree with you" without sounding like an asshole
the productivity creatures
Friend groups in the movies: Unshakably united by shared traumas, secret handshakes, and reminiscence of better days.
Friend groups in real life: Unshakably united by cryptic references to that one time one of you managed to mispronounce the word "shrimp".
Story Idea: A minion for a an evil Overlord from a High Fantasy Real and a Goon working for Prohibition-Era Mafia Gangster got transported into each other's worlds.
They quickly acclimated to their respective situations and started serving their new bosses with gutso!
Gangster Boss: Dat Rat Fink double-crossed me! ME! Why I oughta...
Minion: Prithee, milord, may I suggest boiling him in oil for this transgression?
Gangster Boss: Yer a sick fuck, Ferdinand. Love da way ya think!
Goon: 'ey boss, I notice dat de Hero of Light and Providence gets supplies in dem towns on da way to yer liar on the regular. You want me to go over dere to dem shops and uh *winks and clicks tongue* convince them to close up shop?
Overlord, embers gleaming inside his dark helm: ....make it so, Robert.
Is Mensah (Dr. Ayda Mensah) really the only human character in tmbd to have a full name mentioned?
Once again, fiction is a spectrum
Expanded scale based on feedback
Best part of being in a small fandom is when you’re reading a nasty smutty fanfic on ao3 and you go to hit kudos and you see one of your mutuals’ user names in the kudos list and you’re just like 😈 hehe you were also here. Pervert.
I made a friend! Literally!
I finished this brushbuddy art doll earlier this week and he is very cute. It's got a wire armature inside and is fully posable, including the leather fingers and toes. (There are also magnets in the feet to potentially stick it to things later.)
obsessed. also makes sense when you remember than butterflies drink blood
It's that time of the year
when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)
anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.
i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”
and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.
“What?” i say.
“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.
I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.
oh no is this what we’re doing now
…relic…
*crumbles and blows away on the wind*
really happy the anime's now got to both my favourite tartah lines
Wait, i remember his ass being rounder than that
They flattened my boy
what is this genre of photos called