MackMonsterous

[hicho0]

Doctor!

[the-ditch-lily]

@latibulater I HAD TO DO THE JNCOS! And Gary in the Tripp pants!😭 This one makes early 2000s me’s dark little heart so happy. They’re just a couple of guys I would have hung out with at the mall on Friday nights.

[ignoranceisparadise]

the lisp reminded me of billy

[the-ditch-lily]

Billy’s mom got them matching bunny pajamas.🩷

[hicho0]

Doctor!

[lauasht]

NOT HANK NOT HANK!!!

[fihas]

ive had these in my drafts for 10 billion years. Go my images

[earthtofox]

A very significant moment in history

[punchy4real]

LETTING THE DAYS GO BY

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

lil wip for a carte blanche commission lol

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

LINES ARE ON THERE BAYBEEEEEEE OUGH GOD MY FUCKIN WRIST

(i kinda wanna scan this through as is for colouring page purposes lol. might do so after cleaning up the pencil)

hopefully i made the silly little details quite clear but:

there's a devil's tail coming out of the 'angel' 's gown as they tempt you with takeout treats

tried to emphasize the roundness of the delivery driver helmet with the aureole behind

it will hopefully be clearer upon colouring it in but the cornucopia is supposed to be made out of thermal delivery bag material. it's why there's a lid and a zipper

(original post is this one btw)

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

oh hello ur back

reminder that i've actually got this as a pay-what-you-want colouring page on the kofi

Litany against takeout colouring page - witch's grove's Ko-fi Shop

by popular demand, a little kitchen deco/colouring page to download! a reminder that takeout is the wallet killer. I've included the trans

[paperbackwriter-kat]

I was rewatching The Enemy Within and all I could think about is how this was literally Kirk’s headspace throughout the whole episode:

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

i call this meal "lack of situational awareness that there is a bear on the campsite RIGHT behind me"

(also im not gonna eat all of this but if you're wondering the berries are saskatoon berries)

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

also yes, i know those berries are massive considering what they are. no i do not know how the berry dude at the farmers market achieves this, his gooseberries are also kinda hilariously huge.

hm. this sounds kinda euphemistic.

I promise I have had no relation to the berry guy's personal gooseberries

[spicymochi]

clown cats

[spicymochi]

tiny clown cats

[spicymochi]

they are sitting and pondering

[segamascott]

taylor swift invited a guy who owns and operates an ice detention center to her wedding swifties can pack it up forever now your bitch is awful

[originalitysquared]

Wild how no one made announcements like this about P.Diddy when his trial was happening.

Wild how abusive artists like Micheal Jackson can have biography movies made and not a single mention of accused abuses or the subsequent trials will be mentioned.

Hmmmm I wonder why people feel the need to explicitly condemn women and any action they may have possibly been a part of (like inviting a shitty guy to your wedding) yet do not extend this same behavior to men in the same industry who commit abuse and atrocities on a much larger scale 🤔?

[earthmovers]

you know that in the like, real world people talked about those things Extensively right? you may not know this but things happen outside of your white supremacist pop star fandom echo chamber

[calligrificator]

I would like to request what I call the "Ghibli curse": May all food taste like ash in your mouth

It's adapted Calcifer the fire demon saying this classic line:

I don't eat meat, so I needed something more devastating 😈

[carpe-aurore]

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

[delinquentbookworm]

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.